Bulls Cows and Heifers (750 Word)

It was Friday afternoon, and I was home early. I stood looking out the front window, waiting to surprise my loving wife, who was bringing home a surprise of her own, or so she thought.

I watched two vehicles pull into the driveway, intending to make me park on the street, like a guest in my own house. I chuckled as I settled into my chair and picked up my glass.

"Sit in Matt's chair and I'll pour you some of his whiskey," I heard Lois say. I waited, quietly, until they stepped into the room.

"Sorry, dear, but the bottle is empty, while my chair is not."

That brought them both up short. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here," was my simple answer.

She was not happy that I had disrupted her plans, but she recovered quickly. "It's just as well. We need to talk, and now is as good as later.

"There's no easy way to tell you, but Jeff explained that the reason you can't truly satisfy me is that you're just a beta male. As an alpha, he can do things you can't. He volunteered to be our bull, to guide our relationship, ensuring I get what I deserve."

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow at that little nugget of truth, which flew right over her head.

"We are going away for the weekend, so he can focus on me. When we return, he will work with you on adjusting to our new lifestyle."

Apparently, she mistook my silence for acceptance.

"I need to pack. Why don't you two get acquainted while I'm upstairs."

I couldn't help but chuckle as she turned, leaving her 'alpha' standing there awkwardly, just inside the living room archway.

"So, you're an alpha bull, are you?"

He couldn't help but smirk as he replied. "Yes, I am. That's why I was able to fuck your wife so easily. As an alpha, I take whatever I want."

"Is that so?

"Then answer me this," I said as I leaned forward, projecting strength even as he stood over me. "If you can take whatever you want, why are you fucking desperate old cows?"

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"Where is your harem of hot, young heifers? Surely an alpha bull can pull plenty of tight, young pussy, so why settle for old, stretched-out cunts?"

He was still doing a rather good impression of a guppy when my soon-to-be ex-wife came strutting down the stairs, an overnight bag over her shoulder and a wheeled suitcase bouncing along behind her.

"Ah, here comes the old cow now." I paused to take a sip of whiskey as Lois froze in shock.

Focusing on the glass in my hand, I continued. "It's sad, really, how some women always require external validation. In school, they have to have the right group of friends, and date the right guys, even when they're clearly the wrong ones. Some wise up and marry for love, but all too many go on to marry for status.

"Being a wife is enough, for maybe 7 years or so. After that, it takes being a mother to fulfill them. Then, it all falls apart when the last child flies the coop. Until that first grandchild arrives, they are especially vulnerable; desperate for validation, yet nothing a husband can say or do matters anymore.

"Sometimes, no matter their stage of life, they fall; leaving their husband to mourn, and then move on."

I turned and raised my glass to Lois, and to our years together. I wiped a tear from my eye before I looked back to the interloper.

"Your ability to pull old cows has nothing to do with your alleged status as some mythical alpha male. It's all about them desperately trying to prop up their fragile female egos."

I downed the last of my whiskey and stood.

"Well, you two had better get going. I'm sure Jeff has reservations somewhere nice, before he plans to take you to the hotel for dessert."

Both of them just stumbled along, as I took them by the arm and guided them out the front door.

Lois stopped, staring at the group of young women waiting on our porch, overnight bags by their feet.

"Who are they?"

"Oh, that's Paula, my PA, and some of the college interns. When word got around the office that you were leaving me, they volunteered to come over and spend the weekend consoling me."