Falling For The Bull

Chapter 1 Background

I am petite, just over 5 feet tall, dress size 10-12, pretty but not stop in the street and turn heads pretty. I am passionate, impulsive and want to be wanted, but I also want to be loved, I want that connection with someone, to feel my heart flutter and to be like a schoolgirl who is in love and keeps a diary of her feelings and romances. Cuckoldry is not like that, and I crossed this line!

My husband is my opposite. He stands six feet two inches tall and weighs 220 pounds, he practices weightlifting and has spent much of his life in security, or hired muscle. He lives his day to day life as an alpha man who uses his stature and presence to get things done.

Cuckolding allows us to become who we are not, we can kind of switch roles, I become dominant and in charge and he becomes weak and submissive, hence why he is known as subby in my writing.

My husband describes our doomsday scenario as:

The three of us are playing nicely together and then your wife starts to get passionate with the guy, they are fucking but there are whispers between them, they are kissing passionately, their eyes are focused on each other, there is something happening between them, you don't know what it is, but your wife is no longer engaging with you, she is lost in the moment.

You try to get involved but you're discarded like trash,you have lost her, you are no longer part of the game, she is making love to someone else, this is no longer sex or cuckoldry. This becomes more and more apparent by her levels of arousal, her moans, her body language, she is in sync with someone else, their bodies moving rhythmically together, they are totally consumed by each other, nothing and no one else mattered.

You know how this ends, you sit there like a spare part, whilst they orgasm together and end in each other's arms, you try to get involved to clean up or get some attention but there is a reluctance, your not really welcome, their moment is not for sharing.

This story is about one such guy. Myself and Subby had never really talked about Jonny and this encounter, it has been too painful and a bit of a taboo subject, but we needed to, and so this story is very personal to me, and I have suffered the pain of authored this following extensive discussions with Subby and I tell some of the story from his perspective as this articulates the emotion more poignantly. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2.1 Falling for the bull

Jonny was a successful man, he travelled the country for work and had clients in our part of the UK which he visited monthly. We both thought he was safe as he was married with a family, he was late thirties, good looking with a smart appearance and charming, he was not in great shape and was probably a seven out of ten.

I was quite smitten from the start as our first meeting was an ice breaker in a local pub and he was interested in me and whether I truly liked this lifestyle. His first impressions were that he saw a quiet, demure lady with a big alpha husband and this signalled coercion so he took the time to make sure I was ok with this. Also he wasn't scared to stand up to subby. He was kind, caring and chilled out, so probably the opposite of subby.

The first encounter was a bit awkward, he hadn't done cuckolding before. He was very reluctant to let subby near him or touch him, and subby got a bit pushy so I took Jonnys side and gave subby a wide berth, this allowed me to focus on Jonny and my own pleasure and I really enjoyed myself. I have a size and girth that suits me, which Jonny had, but the key thing was how he moved his hips and thrusted, most guys are straight in and out, but Jonny had a strong bum and legs and his thrusts moved up and forward, which gets my G spot so I was loving it.

By the third encounter I was truly smitten, I was that schoolgirl again who wanted to write diary notes, we were texting daily and calling each other on the drive home, I couldn't wait for our next monthly encounter. Subby however had seen the warning signs, he knew I had fallen for him, and we have a code in our lifestyle where we can call time on a bull if either of us are not happy and subby called time!

Chapter 2.2 Losing my wife

Anne is impulsive, she is like a moth to the light and she falls for guys who are the polar opposite of me, kind, emotional, sometimes needy, this is worrying and makes me really insecure, so I am quick to recognise the signs and pull the plug. It's the way it changes her that hurts the most, she spends more time on her appearance, she is giddy and excited and full of life, she goes out socializing and has much more confidence, I can't do this to her, I can't give her that and that's heartbreaking. I watch their sex, I know when I have lost her and I know when I become irrelevant. It's maddening when a guy just happens to be the right size and fuck her in a way that she likes, it's not like he is better looking, he just has the right tools and technique. I like the humiliation of cuckolding, it turns me on, but this absolute helplessness, this knowing you can't do anything to stop the juggernaut of emotions flowing towards him from her is the opposite of a turn on, it's excruciatingly painful.

Chapter 3 The betrayal.

The month after Subby called time on Jonny he was due to visit his clients in our area. I had still been texting him and we had been having some very emotional chats with him telling me how much I meant to him, and he believed I wasn't happy with the cuckolding lifestyle, he said I was too passionate and caring. I admit I had never really thought about this, I enjoyed the power and attention of cuckolding and subby enjoyed it, but was it really for me?

I wanted to respect the rules of mine and Subbys lifestyle so hadn't agreed to meet. Jonny called, texted and was desperate to see me whilst he was in the area. He wanted to say a proper goodbye and had a present for me. I called Subby from work to see if I could meet him after work to say goodbye, he said no.

I am impulsive and this is a curse, I agreed to meet Jonny straight after work for ten minutes as Subby was cooking dinner. I left work a bit early so it didn't impact on my arrival home time and sped to the hotel he was staying in. It was a traditional old hotel called the Ceder, lots of green and gold, with creaky floorboards and nostalgic decor. I met him in the bar area, he was dressed casually, which made me feel awkward in my formal workwear.

We hugged respectfully, but he held onto me and became quite tearful. Whilst still in the hug he whispered ' You deserve much better than this lifestyle, I can see you, you deserve to be loved and respected, I can be that guy'. 'I love you, I would leave my life today to be with you and start again'.

As well as the well of emotion for his words I am a natural empath and I couldn't cope with his emotional overload, coupled with the fact this guy was telling me he loved me and would leave his wife for me, so I lost myself to him, in that moment nothing else mattered. I kissed him passionately and deeply, I didn't care who saw or if we knew anyone.

As our lips parted we both smiled with joy at each other. I said can we go to your room, I knew I was putting myself in a situation I couldn't and to be honest didn't want to get myself out of.

His room followed the decor of the hotel, old, green and gold, it was a key entry and I put the quirky do not disturb sign on the handle. The bed was big and strong and it was clean. 'I am not sure about this' Jonny said ' Are you allowed to do this in your lifestyle? Your husbands a big guy'.

I didn't answer. I had never even thought of Subby or what I was doing, so I laid on the bed and beckoned him in for a snuggle.

His reassuring smell gave me comfort, and my thoughts towards Subby soon disappeared and my mind wandered to what it would be like in a relationship with Jonny, all the nice holiday and the great sex, the living together and the frequent sex, the adventures we would go on and the risky sex.

I was getting myself turned on, but felt like he was scared of the implications, so asked him if he was ok, he said 'If I could stay here for the rest of my life I would be happy'.

I needed no further encouragement and I kissed him, then kissed him passionately, I then squirmed out of my dress and removed my panties before resuming the kissing.

He began to take charge and moved me onto my back as he fumbled with his trousers whilst maintaining the kiss. He pushed himself between my legs and I felt his cock against my pubic bone

The fact he was hard, rock hard, without any foreplay told me how much he desired me, and I was wet enough for entry, but once he had worked his cock all the way in I became really wet and the passion and emotion was amazing.

He fucked me long and deep, we had established a rhythm from previous encounters and soon got into this. There was no changing of positions or words that needed speaking, just good rhythmic penetration, passionate kissing and our bodies and minds in tune with each other. I lost track of time, I was orgasming what felt like constantly. He was slowing down when he was getting close but I whispered to him to enjoy it and not to hold back, I wanted all of him.

My phone was ringing and the ping of text messages disturbed our intense silence, but we kept going for what transpired to be about an hour in the same position, looking into each others souls until eventually I felt his penis pop out, the poor man had given it his all but the amount of moisture down there required rock hard and after a good number of orgasms he maybe needed some recovery time. We lay there in silence hugging and enjoying the euphoria until the annoyance of my phone was too much.

Subby had been calling, dinner was ready, I asked Jonny what I should do, he said if I was ready to leave Subby then don't respond and stay there, this was a little much for even my impulsiveness so I said I needed time. Also I couldn't go into work the next day in the same and now sodden clothes, so I would go home and come back later to spend the night.

Chapter 4 Ruined dinner

I had planned to cook that evening as a thank you to Anne for standing by me and respecting my decision to dump Jonny, so when Anne called me to ask if she could meet Jonny I was very disappointed that she had even asked.

Her normal arrival home time came and went and my food sat on the stove spoiling for a further hour and thirty minutes until 7.30pm when she arrived home, I knew she had met him but said nothing and gave her the chance to confess.

After eating, about 8.30pm, she said he was still texting as he was staying over and could she meet him, I said 'Let's both go and I would give him one last try to do the cuckold experience'.

She asked if I would be happy if they spent time together and after she would tell me about the encounter whilst we had a 69. She never sucks my cock or touches me so this was a big win for me and so in haste I said yes, she then made me promise which I did as a blowjob was a never event.

She took my hand and led me upstairs and undressed me then laid me on the bed, she then undressed and sat on my face, she was sticky and wet and full of cum. I moved her off my face and said, 'What the fuck'.

She smiled and said, 'I thought you had worked out I had already been with him by the delay in my arrival home'.

'I suspected', I said, 'but was waiting for you to confess, this is way out of line, we play together, and this is cheating'.

Anne got up and left the room. After contemplating events, I went downstairs to clean the dining room. I heard the sound of heels coming downstairs and Anne appeared dressed provocatively, a very tight short dress push up bra and from what I could see no panties, she also had an overnight bag.

'Right I am off, I will see you tomorrow night', she said cheekily, and moved to kiss me, with her deep red lips that matched the dark and dirty makeup.

'In what world is this ok', I said, 'Please tell me what the fuck you are doing''.

At this point she dropped the bomb! 'He is a lovely guy, and I have feelings for him, I went to the hotel to say goodbye and get my present, but he said he was going to leave his wife if I would have him, I was flattered so we fucked and it was even more amazing than usual. I haven't said yes, so thought I would spend the night with him to see how it feels'.

I asked her, 'What was all that bullshit upstairs about'.

She replied, 'The deal was I would spend time with him and then 69 you, that's what I did, but you backed out despite promising which means I can still go out tonight'.

I thought that made no sense, but she was obviously desperate to spend the night with him so was making all sorts of spurious logic to justify her actions. At this point I was done, I was not going to make threats and do the stereotypical dance couples do in this situation, so I just got on with cleaning the dinner leftovers and she disappeared.

Chapter 5 The Detective

I didn't sleep that night as you would imagine, my mind was filled with images of what Anne was doing. It was a strange dichotomy. I would imagine them both having great sex with multiple orgasms and laying there sweaty and exhausted then falling asleep in each other's arms which enraged me, but then I started to imagine the state of her pussy, all that cum and juices, I bet it would taste amazing!

By the next morning the psychosis had well and truly kicked in, so I called a mate and asked if we could swap cars for the day as I needed to be incognito, and both Jonny and Anne knew my car. We did the car swap and I drove to Anne's location. We have a find my phone/ stalk my friends app. It was an old, dirty and seedy looking hotel and I thought, this sums up their whole affair. I saw Annes car so positioned my car so they wouldn't see me and waited

They left the hotel about 8.30am as Anne was working at 9am, they were hand in hand and Anne was almost skipping, it's that persona of a giddy schoolgirl I have come to hate. There was some passionate kissing and gestures of undying love, I imagine, before they left each other.

I followed Jonny, he was driving a typical silver salesman's estate car, but it was better than the clapped out old banger I was in. Two hours I drove, I struggled to keep up at times and there were some strange noises from my mates car, but fortunately it was worth it as he went home and not to his workplace.

It wasn't a nice house, semi detached on an impoverished estate. I was a bit taken by surprise as he was always well dressed and a bit flash with his money and generosity. I waited and half an hour later he left, suited and ready for the office.

I knocked on his door, his wife answered, she was late thirties, brunette, reasonably attractive and had a nightgown on with make up. She was probably a few pounds over where she wanted to be, but this gave her great curves, and the kind of arse I love. I remember thinking, I wonder if Jonnys just fucked her, hence the nightgown and make up?

She was obviously apprehensive at first but I told her who I was and described mine and Anne's lifestyle, how we got involved with Jonny, and what had happened the last 24 hours that brought me to her door. She looked stunned, there was no real emotion, just shock. She wasn't inviting me in, so I gave her my number and said I would wait in the car for half an hour and if she didn't call I would leave.Charlie didn't call.

Driving home I felt happy with my detective work, and more importantly I hoped I had messed things up for Anne and Jonny. My phone rang and it was Charlie. She was crying and asking questions, she didn't believe me and started calling me names and saying I was a trouble causer so I hung up. An hour later she called back and apologized, she asked me what she should do. I told her to do nothing and that they would meet up again soon, so I could help her catch them in the act if that's what she needed to see, she agreed.

Chapter 6 The Sting

When I arrived home Anne was cooking food as an apology for spoiling my meal the previous night, as opposed to an apology for fucking some guy all night! She was giddy and singing in the kitchen and full of beans, which is really annoying, but a sign she is smitten.

We talked over dinner and their plan was to spend some time together over the next few weeks as they both had some leave to take from work, they would then decide what they would do. She called a halt to any cuckoldry, as if it needed saying! I said earlier in this story that the lack of control and inability to engage my alpha instinct was part of the turn on, but this was in no way arousing.

I asked her to let me know when she needed me out of the house, this surprised her as she intended on going to hotel rooms, but fortunately she fell into the trap and took me up on the offer. Jonny was coming up on Thursday and Friday. I messaged Charlie who said she could leave the kids at her mums and would come up on Thursday.

The trap really started to fall into place, Anne asked me if I could make myself scarce on the Thursday afternoon as things might get noisy and it wasn't fair on me to have to listen, plus Jonny didn't want me around. I lied and said I had video conferences that afternoon, so why didn't they use the attic room and I would use the conservatory as I also needed quiet and these two rooms were the furthest apart in the house. I thought this also covers me if they hear voices when Charlie arrives. The attic room is where we do our cuckolding. It's like a 'red room' for 50 shades fans, and there are hidden cams, so I could let Charlie watch the action live.

Chapter 7 Voyeurism

Thursday arrived and Charlie called me from a mile away about 11am. Jonny was already here and was apologizing to me saying, 'This wasn't meant to happen, but he loved her and would look after her'. Charlies call allowed me to escape Jonnys bullshit and I told her where to park and how to get to the conservatory door where I would be waiting. Things went like clockwork, she was already tearful when she arrived as she had seen Jonnys car outside.

Charlie looked really good, she had made an effort and her bum looked amazing, I suppose this was for her own self confidence, it's not everyday you meet your husbands mistress. She was very nervous and dived straight into the drinks cabinet, she had a drink or two and I put the hidden cam on, Anne and Jonny were in the attic room talking and snuggling.

As we watched things unfolded like a vanilla porn film, although to Charlie it was more like a horror film, she started to commentate and question every action, 'Oh she's going to suck his cock, oh my god she is, he never liked that when I did this to him'. I was enjoying the commentary until the inevitable moment came when Jonny put his cock in Anne. At this point she went silent, I put my arm around her and she became inconsolable. I was worried Anne and Jonny would hear her, but it looked as if they were too busy to notice anything.

I turned the laptop off as the sight and noise from the attic was not helping. After Charlie composed herself I asked her if she was ready to catch them and following another huge gulp of alcohol she nodded. We crept upstairs and sat on the bottom of the attic stairs listening. Whilst the moans and noises were upsetting, the constant use of the word 'love' from both parties was really freaking Charlie out until she couldn't stand it any longer and she climbed the stairs and saw things for herself.

Chapter 8 Best served cold

I remained on the bottom stairs as Charlie walked into the attic room to catch Anne and Jonny. I had an extremely smug look on my face listening to all the drama and feeling extremely pleased with myself. There was screaming, hitting noises, lots of swearing and threatening, I know this was Anne's worst nightmare, she hates conflict. Inevitably the first person I saw was Anne as she scurried downstairs from the attic room, she uttered some expletives to me on the way past, but I just smiled.