Heather and I drove anxiously toward town. It was nearly dark and the last bits of sunlight emitted a fading pink glow on the horizon. The 25-minute trip from our house to the bar was plagued by silence. Nerves and excitement played a role in that, but I guess it was starting to dawn on us that this may be the point of no return.
See, this moment had been a year in the making, ever since my taste in porn started becoming more and more...diverse. First, it started with big dick porn, which I always loved. I'd imagine I was the guy pounding away at the girl's dripping pussy with his monster cock. She'd moan and buck, screaming in ecstasy when he'd dig into her, giving her the intense orgasms one after the other. I know it was porn and some of it was acting, but I couldn't help but ask myself why Heather never acted that way with me. It made me feel inadequate when I looked down, stroking my measly 5-inch dick, all the while trying to pretend I had some god cock.
Then, I came upon cheating porn. Again, I know it was acting, but the thought of some naughty girl fucking stallions behind her husbands back made me rock-hard. I wanted to be that guy though...the alpha who could steal the girl away with nothing but a smirk and a throbbing bulge. They'd fuck non-stop when the husband was at work, or even when he was in another room of the house, unaware of what was happening. They could have been strangers, close friends, bosses, anybody really. At the time, in the back of my mind, whenever I imagined Heather cheating on me, it always made me uncomfortable. I'd be devastated if she ever did and it would certainly ruin our marriage.
That was, until I got hooked watching cuckold porn. Not only did girls actively cheat on their husbands, the husbands happily encouraged and seemed to derive pleasure from it. I honestly wasn't into it at first since my initial reaction was of disgust. How could guys do this to themselves? I thought it would be so embarrassing and emasculating to willingly bring in a "Bull" to fuck their wives senseless. Some guys would even finish off the Bull themselves, sucking his thick cock until he'd cum on their face or down their throat, all in front of his woman. Some Bulls would unload in the girl's stretched pussy and the cuck would lick it all up as an act of submission. I was intrigued though, so I started reading up on cuckolding.
One article in particular changed my mind. It talked about how wives and girlfriends are oftentimes sexually unfulfilled by their partners simply because they lack the necessary tools for the job. It went on to say that not only was offering your wife to a Bull an act of love, but it could also strengthen the relationship by bringing each of them closer together. There are several ways you can love your partner, and sex was just one of them. By satisfying her sexual needs with a Bull, you'd be able to form a deeper bond in other ways.
I was hooked. After that, I couldn't stop watching cuckold porn or reading cuckold stories which described in detail the wonderful experiences couples have had with this lifestyle (and even some problems too). Every time I'd jerk off, I'd look down at my cock and wonder if it was enough for Heather. I mean, don't get me wrong, our sex life was good. We'd fuck a few times a week, usually, and she would cum most of the time by getting herself off while I was inside her. She always said that she was never able to come from penetration alone. I've heard a lot of girls say that though.
Slowly, my fantasies started including Heather in the scenarios. Slowly stroking, I'd imagine her and a big-cocked alpha Bull fucking her around the house. On the couch, on the stairs, in our bedroom, and especially in our hot tub. He'd penetrate her in front of me, teasing me and my small cock while she came all over him. Her juices would slowly drip down her leg.
"You like watching him fuck me, don't you?" she'd say. "Your cock never made me this wet."
"Look at him, babe...he's trying not to cum, he's so turned on," The Bull would say.
"Oh...I cumming again...fuck me harder! I want your cum in me!" she'd beg, moaning and screaming in pleasure.
"Fuck yea, bitch, take my cock! Here it comes!" he'd yell, shooting his hot jizz deep in my wife's pussy.
"Oh yea baby, I can feel it inside me, it's so warm," she'd say seductively.
"Get over here and clean her up, cuck," he'd order, pointing to her sloppy pussy.
It's around this time I'd always shoot my load and the fantasy would disappear into a shameful haze. I was jerking off so much to cuck porn, my dick started to get sore, causing me to initially set this plan in motion. Little by little, I would make myself seem inferior to her and other men...always doing as she asked and doing what I could to make myself helpful for other men. Not sexually, but in a casually submissive way. After all the jerking off, I couldn't get hard for her anymore, so we changed to oral only. I could tell she was getting sexually frustrated, so I bought some toys for us to play with. Though, after a short time, she only wanted to play with the toys by herself. I started to leave my computer unlocked after jerking off so she could see some of the porn I was watching. I left my favorite cuckold stories open in my browser window and even printed some out to leave on the desk. They ranged from humiliation to forced chastity and bondage. One day, it finally worked. I came home and noticed that the printouts weren't there. I walked upstairs to find her in the bedroom, spread out on all fours, aggressively fucking herself with her biggest dildo, staring at the story I had left out for her. She looked up at me and came hard right as our eyes met. The discussion was easy after that.
Back in the car, I finally spoke up.
"So, uhh, just so I don't forget, what were his rules again?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Ugh, we already went over this."
"I know, I'm just nervous and worried that I'll forget."
She pulled out her phone and opened her messages. The Bull had sent her a text where he laid out his ground rules for our new relationship. She spoke slowly and condescendingly, following the numbering along with the fingers on her free hand.
"1. DRESS - When in public, I must always dress sexy for my Bull, wearing heels and tight dresses with no panties, unless other forms of dress are specifically requested by the Bull. You must wear whatever I say, whether in public or at home. Otherwise, you are free to dress yourself as you see fit."
"2. CONTROL - I am in complete control of the relationship from now on. I control when and how you participate in any activities. You are only allowed to cum when and how I say...meaning no more masturbation. At any time, I may use forced chastity if I feel you are disobeying me. The Bull will also provide instruction to you and you must obey unless I say otherwise. You may, at any time, be restrained, chained, bound, or gagged while in the home. You will be provided a safe word or signal should the need arise."
"3. SERVICE - You are not to speak to the Bull unless he speaks to you. You are required to reply with 'Sir' every time you respond to the Bull. From time to time, you may be required to service myself or the Bull. You are to keep our house in order so that I may always be ready for the Bull. That means you cook, clean, do laundry, and most importantly, clean up after us. You will wash and change the bed sheets after our activities are over. You must cherish these moments of service and happily perform these duties knowing you are making me very happy by doing them. If you should fail in any of these tasks, you will be punished."
"4. LOYALTY - Nobody outside the relationship can know about these activities unless I deem it necessary to tell them. You are to speak to no-one about our arrangement and you are to remain completely discreet. We will not order you to do anything that would compromise your job or friendships.
"5. AGREEMENT - If we agree to all of the above rules, we should meet him at Highline Pub this Saturday at 9pm. By meeting with him, we are fully agreeing to the terms he's laid out and the next phase of our relationship will begin."
"Ok, I think I got it," I replied, trying to hide my hardon trying to poke through my pants. Shit, we were really going through with this. I was nervous and excited about what was coming next.
She was still on her phone when it beeped.
"He just got there a little early. He says he's sitting in the back corner of the bar," she said casually. "Oh my god!" she gasped.
"What!?"
"Oh, nothing," she giggled, pulling her phone in closer. She had been on her phone constantly the past few days, texting her Bull. One time we were watching TV together and he texted her. She started chuckling and went into the bathroom. She was in there for what seemed like forever, so I quietly walked up and stood near the door, trying to hear what was happening. She was quietly moaning and I could hear her talking to him over the phone.
"Do you think he'd like that?"
"Oh my god, you're so bad!"
"What are you gonna do to me?"
My dick was out and I was furiously stroking, listening with bated breath.
"Oh yea? Oh, I'd love that. I can't wait to see your cock in person, it looks so big!"
"Oooohhh yea tell me how you'll fuck me."
"Oh my goooood, yes I can't wait to feel it inside me!"
"Fuuuck, I'm cummmming baby!"
She let out a loud moan as I heard her vigorously tickling her clit. It was so hot, I came too, but didn't realize how loud I was since she must have heard.
"Oh shit, I think I heard him outside the door! Yea...he's probably jacking off listening to us," she chuckled.
"Oh! That'll be fun!" she giggled. "See you Saturday!"
I quickly ran back to the couch, trying to zip up in the process. She soon followed, no doubt noticing the cum puddle I left on the floor outside the bathroom.
"Oh hey babe, you were gone a while, what'd you get up to?"
"Oh, nothing...just felt like taking a nice shower after a long day."
"Ahh, that must have felt nice."
