FORWARD:
This story deals with consensual cuckoldry. If this is not your thing, please move on and keep your negative comments to yourself. As an 'ethical' Bull, I do not condone cheating behavior. All my interactions as a Bull have been with the informed consent of all parties involved, the enthusiastic consent of the husband, and the unconditional willingness of the wife (she wants it for herself, not to please her husband).
If you are looking for graphic sex heavy literature, please don't bother to read and rate, this is very much softcore erotica (think NC-17/Soft X). There is no humiliation and degradation taking place, so if you are looking for that, then you should not bother reading any further. This series has dark unhappy moments in it, which will be forthcoming in the progression of the storyline. There are some legitimate hurt feelings coming later in the story on all sides. It all works out in the end. It isn't all sunshine and rainbows being a bull for the first time. This story talks about how it was for me at the beginning. Much has changed in 30 years, and I'm no longer quite so naïve, nor timid about things. We now have the internet, Facetime, and smart phones. Experiences change people and expectations shift. The reason that I was able to meet such an affluent couple was because I was a fencing instructor and personal trainer at the 3rd oldest health club in the United States and the club is 150 years old as of this year. Membership is pricey and people who go there tend to be very affluent.
This installment reveals how hard it can be for the wife trying to find her first bull and "date" them and come to an understanding with their bull. There are REAL vulnerabilities, insecurities, and frustrations. It's important for any cuckold to recognize how their wife might feel. The reality is that it's often very demoralizing and challenging for a wife to start back in the dating world. It also illustrates why a truly supportive cuckold is vital in the dynamic. Being a cuckold is not necessarily a sign of weakness or unmanliness. If you are a cuckold, be proud that you love your wife so selflessly that you don't try to restrict her sexual freedom nor base your relationship on sexual exclusivity.
Chapter 2: Courting Mallory
There are some things that you should know about Mallory and Calvin. The first is Calvin remains the absolute love of her life, our relationship did not change that at all. The second is why she didn't move onto another person and kept pursuing me. A huge part of that was due to Calvin's intervention on my behalf. The following is paraphrased from Calvin and Mal's accounts shared with me months after beginning the relationship. The other thing you should know is that Calvin was not an ideal candidate for penile implants. The many compounding risk factors dealing with his health were too great at the time. The 1990's were before DaVinci Robotic Surgery and modern implants & techniques. Thirty years ago, we didn't have the advances in medicine we do today. So yes, he was functionally limited, and I was a sexual surrogate. Mal felt safer having her first extramarital relationship being more like a high school romance, which she never had. I was her second lover, and she wanted it to be more than just a booty call situation.
The week before:
"It's done, he's coming over to the house and I will talk to him darling", he remarked as he held her close to his chest and stroked her back with his fingertips.
She had been crying again - full on ugly crying with snot bubbles, puffy eyes, swollen lips, and smeared make-up. We had just been out on a "platonic friend" date and I had ruined it by not picking up the obvious signals that she wanted me to tell her how I felt about her. Rejection sensitivity keeps many women from becoming hotwives. Mal was no different, she was fragile and easily crushed despite her fierce outward demeanor.
We were watching fireworks burst over the local minor league baseball team's stadium. We laid out a picnic blanket and were watching from the hillside overlooking the stadium. They had "Lawn" tickets to the games, meaning people could bring their lawn chairs and dogs and sit out past the outfield. Mal had taken care to pack an amazing picnic for the evening. These were her favorite type of dates to go on with me when the weather was agreeable. She joked I was her "substitute" husband since Calvin couldn't usually make it out.
Mal laid next to me on the blanket and insisted on playing a game called 20 Questions. The game was not the traditional version. In this game, each player took turns asking 'twenty questions'. The only caveat was that the other person had to tell the truth. There were no dodges allowed, and no "making up" answers. However, you could not be compelled to betray confidences. The questions with us always started off timidly. They did not stay that way.
With a few questions remaining, it was Mal's turn again.
"Alright, Connor... If you 'HAD' to make out with a friend, who would you choose and why? It must be the friend you most want to kiss.", she asked.
"That's a tough one sugar booger. I'm already into someone, but I can't talk about it.", I responded.
"Um, nope. You must give an answer. You know the rules." She said while poking her finger into my chest.
"How about I describe her and why, but don't give you the name? I will give every other detail", I replied.
"Alright, but I get THREE guesses and if I get it you have to tell me!" she exclaimed.
There were only three other female friends in my life at that time. Mal knew them all. There was Georgia who was a nurse, my old friend Sara who was always out of town, and my very lesbian friend Cubana.
"Sure, if you guess I will tell you. But it doesn't mean I'd make out with them. That's not the question."
She chided, "You're such a little bitch, just go already."
"The friend has seen me naked already..."
Interrupting she asked, "You know that doesn't narrow that down you little Jaybird. Haven't all your friends seen you naked? You're killing me smalls."
I continued, "They are my age, crazy beautiful, wicked smart..."
Interrupting again, "Smarter than you? Cause that wouldn't narrow it down much. Aren't all the women in your life smarter than you are?"
Mal had a way of being obnoxious and I got sensitive quickly.
"I don't want to play anymore. I think I'd like to go. I'll help you take this stuff back to the car."
Mal kept her composure but was crushed with me shutting down. Angry with herself, feeling the despair of having upset me. I'd been though a very abusive marriage and even jokingly belittling me was triggering. Mal didn't know any other way to be. She was blunt around me. I was the one person, other than Calvin, where she didn't want to filter her thoughts.
Recognizing she'd gone too far and trying to shake it off, she asked, "Alright, I didn't mean for you to get butthurt cowboy. Still friends?"
"Of course, you can't run me off that easily. You've got to try at least twice as hard as that!", I joked with her.
"Do you want to just crash at our place?" she asked.
"No, my dad needs my help early in the morning, but I can come by after if you want.
We can hit the movie theater that serves alcohol and pizzas."
After the car was loaded, she got in the passenger side and promptly curled up facing the window and pretended to sleep. I could tell she was upset. I felt like I had overreacted.
I placed my hand on her leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. She let out a soft whimper which let me know she was awake. We rode to her house, afraid to say anything to each other. Not wanting to make the situation worse or more uncomfortable. When we arrived, I pulled into the garage and helped bring in what remained of the picnic.
Calvin was waiting for us and asked how the game was as he rummaged through the picnic basket.
We talked about the game and his day, and then I needed to depart for home. I confirmed with Mal that she was up for the 2 o'clock showing at the boozy movies. As I turned to leave, she cleared her throat and stuck her cheek out. She expected that air kiss and a hug before I left. I reached down and picked her up from the ground in a bear hug. Her feet dangling while I made cartoonishly loud kissy sounds. "MUAH! Wait! One more... that first one wasn't enough. Other cheek please, MUAH!"
She walked me to the front door smiling and then grabbed my wrist, turning me to face her.
"Look you know I love you right? I'm sorry about tonight. Mom keeps telling me I need to be more sensitive about how I speak to people, particularly you." she said looking at the ground.
I kissed the top of her head and told her I would get over it. As I walked to my motorcycle in the driveway, I looked back at her silhouetted in the doorframe. Putting on my helmet, I looked at her and called out "By the way, one last hint for your kiss question."
"What is it?" she called out.
"She's the only woman that can break me with an unkind word." I shouted to her as I drove off into the night.
In my mind, what I was trying to tell her was "It's you. It's always been you since the day we met. You are the one person I want to kiss and will never have the chance. I don't care that you hurt me."
Instead, I had unintentionally cut her deeply. What she heard was "It was you, but probably not anymore after that caustic mouth of yours."
What I didn't see was her sinking to the floor by the door sobbing. Nor that Calvin picked her up like a tiny child in his arms and carried her to the couch. He held her so tenderly and cradled her in his arms. After crying and blowing her nose on his dress shirt, she meekly said, "I messed up so bad. I always mess up. Why do I do it? Why?"
