This is a cuckold story, involving a wife having sex with another man while he watches. If this is not your thing, don't read further. This chapter sets the stage, but does include a wife going to a dance club to meet another man for sex, with her husband's permission. There is no COVID in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. Any mistakes remain mine
How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 1
Laura
I was leaning up against the bar in a dance club, drink in hand, checking out the action on the dance floor, hoping to find someone to go home with that night. My place, (currently a hotel room at the Hyatt Regency - Seattle), or her place. It didn't make that much difference to me. It was a Friday night, and there were a lot of people in the club. I was looking for a heifer to separate from the herd. I was a man on the prowl, looking for some hot pussy. I had reason to celebrate - my marriage annulment just went through.
Yep, I'd tried it, for all of five or six weeks. Tying the knot, adding a ball to my chain, but it didn't take. Not for more than a month, which is when I first cheated on my wife. I wasn't a total bastard. I went home and told her I wasn't made for monogamy. It wasn't in my DNA. Still, she forgave me and told me to do better. I lasted a week before sinking my dick in yet another pussy. She forgave me for that one, too. Her mistake. Two days later I was shagging her best friend. At that point, she realized I was a lost cause and she kicked me out and forgave her best friend instead of me.
If she'd known how much strange I dipped my wick in the week before we were married, perhaps she would have second guessed the wedding, but I was technically single, so I didn't consider it cheating. Since we'd been married less than six weeks when the third one happened, she went for an annulment instead of a divorce. She didn't want the stigma of a divorce hanging on her, so her daddy arranged for the annulment. I didn't care. I didn't need maintenance. I had my own money.
Given the short nature of my marriage, I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why I walked down the aisle in the first place. It was her idea. She loved fucking me. She tried locking it down so she was the only one I was fucking. She was good at it too, which is the only reason I agreed in the first place. My ex was the only person I'd ever met who could deep throat me. As you can tell, it wasn't enough to keep me at home.
So what's my claim to fame? Why'd the WASP princess want to lock me down? It wasn't my good looks. I was not handsome in the normal sense of the word. Wasn't ugly either. I'll give myself the upper side of the bell curve, but no better. I did have a rugged charm, and bad boy appeal, though I didn't feel like a bad boy, except for the inability to keep my dick in my pants. Maybe a cross between a biker and convict in looks. The reason I say I wasn't a bad boy is I didn't smoke, do drugs, drink much, or hit on married women. Everyone else was fair game, so that was my bad boy appeal.
I won't say I'd never fucked a married woman except my own wife, but not everyone wore their wedding bands. Let's say I never intentionally fucked anyone if I knew they were married. That didn't extend to the engaged, the committed, the steadies. If they didn't have the ring, they were in my cross hairs.
I was fairly tall and in good shape. Six-one, 205 pounds, kind of a short linebacker. Regular trips to the gym assured me I'd keep it that way. Also where I met my fair share of good looking foxes to nail. Where I met my ex-wife in fact.
I didn't have the world's biggest dick; not the ten, eleven, twelve inch monsters you might hear about. I was maybe a little less than eight inches, but I was thick, much thicker than average. The crown of my cock was nearly two and a half inches wide, narrowing to two under the flange, then getting wider again the deeper I drove into a pussy, so it was almost as wide at the base. If you remember your geometry, and the formula for circumference of a circle, pi times the diameter, my cock was just under eight inches around at the head and base, and six and a quarter at its smallest. I couldn't get my hand around it, and I didn't have tiny hands. My balls were proportional in size to my prick, heavy and dangling low, and when I climaxed, it was like a hose. Some women loved the feeling of being flooded with cum. It made for a nice package with the right presentation, which the gym often offered.
I also knew how to use the damn thing. I'd practiced tantric sex in my days at college and I could stay erect for quite a long time. Plus, I could lick the tip of my nose with my tongue, so I wasn't totally dependent on my dick to get my women. In fact, they looked more kindly on the size of my shaft after my tongue had loosened them up a little. Maybe the volume of my cock interfered with blood flow to the brain, but once I got an erection, about all I could think of was where I was going to put it next.
By the way, my name is Bryce, though most of my friends called me Brick. I have black hair, a little long and shaggy, brown eyes, a perpetual five o'clock shadow which added to the bad boy look. As I said, I was coolly surveying the dance floor for my next piece of ass.
"Buy me a drink, cowboy?" a hot, sultry voice said beside me.
I turned to look and gave her a good once over. How the hell had she escaped my notice and snuck up right beside me? Blonde, blue eyes, a figure to kill for, and face to match, less than thirty. Perfect in every way, except for the wedding band on her left hand.
"Sorry, Ma'am, but I don't fuck around with married women."
"I haven't decided if I'm going to fuck you yet, just asked for a drink."
"I don't drink with married women either." God, she was cool and collected. "What does your husband think about you drinking with other men?"
"He's fine with it. Fine with my fucking other men, too. More than fine."
"Sure he is."
She smiled and I felt my dick grow an inch. Be careful, Brick. Remember what I said about blood flow to the brain when I had an erection. She took out her phone and called a number.
"Honey, this is Laura. I'm going to put you on speaker for a moment. Forgive the noise."
Laura, if that was her name, put the phone on the bar between us. "Why did I go out tonight?" Laura asked.
"To get laid," a man's voice said.
"Do you care if I get laid tonight?"
"I hope you do. I want to hear all about it."
"Do you care if he buys me a drink?"
"Will it help him get in your pants? Fine, he can buy you a drink."
"Who is this?" I asked the voice on the phone.
"Phillip Smith."
"What relationship do you have to the woman on the phone?"
"I'm her husband."
"And you don't care if she gets laid?"
"I've been asking her to fuck other men for eight years; practically from the moment we married. This is the first time she's agreed to do it."
"Why?"
"Since you're in a public place, I don't want to explain it. Laura can explain it. If she agrees to have sex with you, she can. That's all I'll say on the matter."
The call ended. "How do I know that was your husband, and not some friend."
She took out her driver's license - Laura Smith, age 29. Her insurance card, late model Audi, insured in name of Phillip Smith.
"I don't know if that's sufficient information for you to fuck me, but it should certainly be enough to buy me a drink, and maybe dance some. I'm still uncertain about the fucking, no matter if Phil is okay with it or not."
I waved the bartender down and said, "Whatever the lady wants, and another Black Jack rocks for me."
"Cosmopolitan for me," she said, and the bartender started working on our drinks. Mine easy, hers a little fussier.
The bar was loud. The whole place was loud. It was a dance club after all. It still had quieter places to talk and I found one, a nice table not next to any speakers. We sat close enough we wouldn't need to shout.
"What's this all about?" I asked. "Why does your husband want you fucking other men?"
"Do you know what a cuckold is?"
"A guy whose wife cheats on him."
"It can be as simple as that, and that man could be an unknowing or unwilling cuckold. His wife cheats and he doesn't know about it, or he might know, but he can't do anything about it. Maybe it's his boss she's fucking and he'd lose his job, or he's a submissive and his wife is Dominant and she decides who she fucks and he has no choice in the matter. The unknowing cuckold is probably the most common, the unwilling cuckold is more rare. There's another category of cuckold, the willing cuckold. This is a man who wants his wife to have sex with other men. Perhaps he feels inadequate in some way, that his wife could have more pleasure with another man and he wants her to maximize her pleasure. Or perhaps he becomes aroused at the thought of another man fucking his wife.
"Phillip believes himself to be a willing cuckold. He has a small cock and he knows it and feels I could have much more pleasure than he can provide to me. He wants me to experience sex with another man. It also makes him aroused when we talk about another man fucking me. He has some of his most powerful orgasms when I use a large dildo and pretend I'm fucking someone else while he has to watch and be humiliated for his small cock."
"You're joking, right?"
"I'm not. I've resisted his suggestions that I find another lover until now, but he's found another reason he wants me to fuck other men."
"What's that?"
"We've been trying to have a child for a couple years without success. He was recently tested and found to be primarily infertile. What sperm he has, and it's a low count, lack motility. They're not swimmers. We can't have a child normally. I could possibly undergo in vitro fertilization, but even then, his sperm might be deficient, which means I may need a sperm donor. Which then means going to a sperm bank and trying with someone else's sperm. Rather than having what's essentially a turkey baster getting me pregnant. He feels if another man has to knock me up, why not get a 'real' man to fuck me. Hence the reason I finally agreed to accept his pleas to fuck someone else."
"How do you feel about this?"
"I'm still not sure I can go through with it. I love my husband, and I'm not sure how he'll really react when all is said and done. Intellectually, he may believe he's a willing cuckold who gets off on the fantasy of me fucking another man, but the emotional reality may be too much for him if it really happened. I do want children though. This gives me the chance to have a child, and done with his permission."
"Are you fertile now?"
"No."
"Why not, if that's your purpose?"
"Because if I do this and he reacts other than he thinks he will, I don't want him to have a raise another man's child. If he does like me fucking another man, then we can have a kid."
"Would whoever you pick to do this be in any way responsible for financial support or anything else in regards to the child?"
"No, and my husband has prepared a contract stating such if we go through with this."
She said this with downcast eyes, unwilling to look at me. I'd never heard anything quite so crazy before. I had to tell you, she was a stone cold fox, the type of woman I'd normally fuck in a heartbeat.
"Why did you pick me out of all the men in this place?"
"Do you want honesty?"
"Honesty is almost always preferable to lying," I replied. "Hell, I told my ex-wife every time I cheated on her, which was three times in the first six weeks. Our annulment just came through today. It's the reason I was here, ready to celebrate."
"I picked you because you aren't as handsome as my husband, and I didn't think it was possible for me to fall in love with you. All I want is sex and a child."
