Part 1
A Most Unconventional Marriage
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DISCLAIMER: Warning. This story is a depiction of an extreme version of the femdom/cuckold dynamic, where the wife and her bull both take pleasure in dominating and humiliating the submissive cuckold husband. There are vaguely coercive male bisexual shenanigans aplenty as the hapless husband is trained to embrace his subservient role to his wife and her bull. The tale is dark and twisted and laced with depravity and degradation. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on to something...more conventional. You have been warned.***
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The husband knelt by the front door and waited patiently for his wife to come home from her date.
She and the man were meeting for a drink at the bar around the corner. If the chemistry was right, she would invite him home for the evening.
The husband shifted on his knees as he waited. He nervously fingered the cold steel chain links of the leash affixed to his collar. He wondered idly if this gentleman would be as well endowed as the man they had hosted the previous weekend. His anus twitched at the thought, his sphincter contracting involuntarily around the circumference of the large steel plug embedded in his ass.
Both husband and wife were forty-six years old. They were fit, attractive professionals who lived in a prosperous suburban neighborhood.
The wife was petit with a dancer's body and long jet black hair. Her features had an exotic cast with a pixie nose and large almond-shaped blue eyes surmounting high cheek bones, reflecting her Eurasian heritage. She had a narrow waist and perfectly proportioned breasts.
The husband was small in stature like his wife. Thin waisted, with minimal body hair and delicate androgynous features, he had the overall look of a metrosexual beta male.
The couple worked as English professors at the at the local university.
This year they both were eligible for tenure for the first time, but their promotions had been delayed. Their department chairman told the couple that his hands were tied due to budgetary constraints, but the couple felt that he was dragging his heels for personal reasons.
The fact of the matter was that the chairman simply didn't like the husband. Not only was his boss putting up road blocks to delay his tenure, he also seemed to take pleasure in bullying and belittling his junior colleague at faculty meetings.
Things were getting so bad that the husband was considering resigning.
This evening's activities had been planned by the wife to provide a well-needed diversion for her husband, a break from the acrimonious atmosphere that was currently prevailing at work.
There was nothing like a quiet evening at home with a new suitor to clear the mind and enervate the senses.
"I think you need a little play time to cheer you up, darling," his wife had said breezily as she checked herself in the hallway mirror, putting the finishing touches on her lipstick.
The husband had nodded glumly from his knees as he watched his wife prepare for her date.
The wife beamed down at him.
"If things go the way I expect them to, you're in for a real treat tonight," she had added archly as she patted her kneeling husband on the head before twirling out the door.
As the husband waited in the silence of the empty house for his wife to return, he reflected on how much his marriage had evolved over the past few years.
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After their twins had gone off to college, both husband and wife had both noticed that the passion between them had been steadily waning. The husband, never much an accomplished lover to begin with, began to have trouble achieving and maintaining his modest erection.
The couple sat down and had a heart-to-heart discussion about their wants and desires. They concluded that they still loved each other and wanted to stay married, but they agreed they needed to do something to spice things up.
They decided to dip their toes into the cuckolding lifestyle.
The husband smiled to himself remembering those first fumbling dalliances with various local bulls. The husband would sit dutifully in the corner of the room fully clothed as the strangers had their way with his wife. The men were pleasant and polite, but at the end of the day something always seemed to be missing from the equation.
The couple were about to abandon the whole endeavor when they had a chance encounter with a tall handsome black man at a bar. The wife had been casually scanning the crowd, looking for potential bulls when the man approached them.
He sat down on the barstool next to the wife.
The man was confident, self-assured and outgoing. He flirted shamelessly with the wife right in front of the husband, as if naturally attuned to their fledgling dynamic.
After a few drinks, the man turned to address the wife, paying no attention at all to the husband who was sitting quietly by her side.
"How long have you been cucking him?" he asked casually, taking a sip of his bourbon and nodding toward her husband.
The wife laughed out loud.
"Is it that obvious?" she replied playfully, batting her eyelashes coquettishly over the rim of her glass of Chardonnay.
"It is to me," the man replied smoothly. "I've been in the game for a few years."
The wife glanced briefly over at her husband and noticed he was blushing. She shrugged and turned back to the man.
"Have you, now?" she asked flirtatiously.
She eyed the man appraisingly. He looked to be in his late thirties. Although he was currently seated, she could tell he was well over six feet tall, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist beneath his well-cut charcoal suit. He had close-cropped hair and an easy smile. He exuded an aura of cool, primal authority.
In other words, he was everything her husband was not.
The wife smiled, giving her new admirer the full wattage. She was wearing a short, clingy black cocktail dress, with a plunging neckline to accentuate her ample cleavage. She wore no bra. If you were to check her out from behind (as almost every man in the bar had already done), you would observe no panty lines for the simple reason that she never wore panties when she was out prowling for a new lover. Her make-up was flawless, her hair pulled back into a tight pony tail.
She knew she looked hot.
She noticed that the man was sizing her up as well, his eyes running brazenly up and down her body, before settling on her breasts.
The man and the wife chatted amiably about their experiences in the lifestyle as the husband sat in glum silence. The wife confided that the bulls they had invited into their home had thus far left the couple feeling a little cold. Instead of bringing her and her husband closer together, the dynamic seemed to be causing them to drift even further apart.
She looked sympathetically over at her husband, who remained silent, his cheeks burning.
"The poor dear. He just sits there and watches and nobody pays him any mind."
The man nodded thoughtfully, then leaned back on his stool.
"Well, I can offer you both something a little different, something a little more...inclusive," the man said, casually taking another sip from his drink.
The wife leaned in closer to the man and placed her right hand on his left knee.
