Can A Cuckold Also Be A Bull?

Just as a Bull can become a cuckold, so can a cuckold be a Bull. Let me explain. In 1984, my wife had been cuckolding me for two years. I was twenty-one and got a job as a bartender at a small local bar, whose patrons were in their forties, fifties, and sixties, and heard about a woman named Annie, who several of the male patrons supposedly had sex with.

A week or so in, Annie came into the bar around eleven PM. I knew it was her because the men who talked about her said she always drank white wine spritzers, and she was fit and had blonde hair. Annie ordered her white wine spritzer, and she introduced herself. Annie was a beautiful woman. I introduced myself, and Annie said not to let her have too many drinks because when she had too many, she became a total slut.

Annie was the only customer in the bar, and she sat at the end of the bar near the area where I went in and out. Pun intended. Annie was wearing a beautiful, short, red dress with no bra and high heels. Annie had three white wine spritzers as we talked. After her third spritzer, Annie told me she probably shouldn’t have had that third one, because she was horny as hell.

Annie looked around the bar, then asked, “Since no one else is around, will you let me suck your cock?” I had doubted the other men who claimed to have fucked Annie, but now there was no doubt at all. I smiled and pulled out my cock, and she knelt and took it into her mouth. She sucked me for about five minutes, and then asked me if I would like to fuck her. I said I would love to.

Annie’s pussy was soaked, and I slid into her easily. Annie was in her early fifties, but she had a damn good body and a pussy that felt better than I had expected. I had been fucking Annie most nights for about three weeks when she walked in, arm in arm, with another man. Annie and the man walked to the end of the bar. Annie kissed me, then said she wanted me to meet Edward, her husband.

I wasn’t sure what to say, and hoped Edward didn’t know that Annie and I had been lovers. Edward shook my hand and thanked me for taking care of Annie. I smiled, and Edward said, “I mean sexually.” I forced a smile and nodded. Edward explained to me that he knew that Annie had sex with other men, and he had given her permission because he hadn’t been able to attain an erection for several years.

Edward told me that Annie had spoken highly of me, and he wanted to meet the man who had been making his wife happy for the last three weeks. I told Edward that I was glad to meet him and that I had his permission and blessing to fuck Annie. Edward said what I was doing was a favor to him. He said that my age and my stamina made Annie feel attractive and desirable. I told Edward that Annie was a beautiful woman who deserved the best of everything.

I fucked Annie three to four times a week for the next seven months. I guess Annie talked to other women because I got to fuck three different wives, other than Annie, fairly regularly as well, but I don’t think their husbands knew. There were two other women I got to fuck, but they weren’t married, although they did have boyfriends. I was getting more pussy than I knew what to do with. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. It was just weird to me that my wife had no interest in having sex with me, but other men’s wives and girlfriends did.

I admit, when the wives’ husbands came into the bar, it was a bit awkward, especially when they were together. When the husbands came into the bar with their wives, I knew I couldn’t let on that I was fucking their wives, but when those men came in alone, complaining about not getting sex, it was a bit intense.

One evening, one of the husbands walked in and asked me, “Are you fucking my wife?” I was stunned. I said, “Excuse me?” Alan shook his head, then said, “Lilly and I haven’t fucked in months, and I assume someone has to be fucking her.” I got Alan a beer and told him it was on me. I asked Alan what was going on. He said, “We never did have a lot of sex, but lately it seems she doesn’t even want it anymore.”

I commiserated with Alan and told him that I, too, hadn’t had sex with my wife for a very long time. Alan said he wasn’t a bad lover, and he didn’t have the smallest dick. I shrugged, sighed, then said, “Women.” Alan chuckled, “Don’t I know it?” Alan said, “There was a time when I bragged that Lilly could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, but she’s not been between my legs since I don’t know when.” I told Alan that I understood and that complaining to Lilly probably wouldn’t change anything. He agreed.

Another husband, Wally, complained to me that his wife, Marie, had not wanted sex as often as she had. I commiserated with him, also. Wally admitted that he’d had trouble getting and staying hard for Marie, and that he wouldn’t blame her if she were getting sex on the side. He told me that Marie deserved better. He said, “If she is sleeping around, I hope whoever she’s fucking knows how good he has it.” I assured Wally that if Marie were sleeping around, it was likely with someone who did her right. He said he hoped so.

Everything was going well until my wife’s live-in boyfriend showed up one night at the bar. I was in the office, fucking Annie, when Bill walked into the bar. I walked out and asked what he was doing. Bill said that he’d been at his parents and thought he’d stop in for a drink on the way home. Bill then asked what I had been up to. I told him, and he asked if he could fuck Annie, too. I asked Annie, and she said, “Okay.” That was a mistake on my part.

Bill’s cock dwarfed mine, and he got Annie off almost immediately. After Bill came, Annie said she had to go, got dressed, and left. Afterward, Bill said that Annie was incredible. I agreed. Annie didn’t come in for a few days, then one day, one of the male patrons told me that Annie was out back sucking some guy in his car. I walked out to see who the guy was, and it was Bill, my wife’s lover. I approached Bill’s car, said hello, and Annie looked at me and said, “I’m glad you did, but you should never have let Bill fuck me because now you’re out of luck.”

It wasn’t just Annie that I no longer got to fuck, the other women I was fucking no longer wanted me to fuck them because they’d been with Bill, too, and he’d shown me up. Shortly after my sexual well had dried up, Bill and my wife broke up, and she blamed me. My wife had no idea I was fucking other women, but she believed I had something to do with her breakup.

I continued working at the bar for another year until a friend’s wife offered me a job as her bodyguard when she danced at private parties. She paid me more than I made at the bar, and it was easy work. I got to watch my friend’s wife strip for various men, and then take her home to her husband, whom she rarely fucked. Mike didn’t mind that I was Arie’s bodyguard, but he hated that other men got to see her do things she never did for or with him.

Arie was a gorgeous woman. There were occasions when Arie would do things for men for an extra charge, and I could never tell Mike that she had done so. That was tough on two levels: (1) I couldn’t tell my friend about his wife’s extracurricular activities, and (2) I envied the men because I had fantasized about Arie doing those things with me. I did ask Arie for a blow job once, and she told me she didn’t want to ruin what we had. Mike and Arie later divorced, and he moved in with a wealthy older woman who became his sugar momma.

Close to a year later, my wife and I met Molly and Frank at church. From the moment we saw each other, there was sexual tension between Molly and me. As we became friends, I learned that Molly and Frank’s marriage was sexless. Frank could no longer get erections, and Molly was considering divorce because she felt that Frank no longer found her attractive.

My wife and I went camping with Molly and Frank, and Molly and I had sex in her and Frank’s tent. Frank watched me with Molly, and even got hard and masturbated. Frank fucked Molly immediately after I’d come in her. They discovered that what they needed was some new energy and excitement in their marriage. I was Molly’s Bull for a little over a year until they moved out of state.

I’d not been with anyone, and my wife and I hadn’t been even slightly intimate in eight months. The day I was going to tell her I wanted a divorce, my wife told me, in front of my parents, that she was two months pregnant. I was angry. I told my parents the child wasn’t mine, and my father stood up and said, “Whether the baby is yours or Ed’s”, their neighbor, “she is your wife and you now have a child to raise and love.”

My parents wanted a grandchild so badly that they didn’t care who the biological father was. I knew my wife was fucking my parents’ biker neighbor, but I never expected her to get pregnant. When my wife told me that she was pregnant, and I blew up, my wife rushed out of my parents’ house and into the arms of the man who impregnated her. Our side doors faced each other, and when Ed, my parents’ neighbor, saw me, he smiled, patted my wife’s stomach, and said, “A gift from me to you.”

My father walked up behind me and said, “I can’t wait to be a grandfather.” Ed told my father that he was more than happy to help out. Just then, my mother approached the door and told me I needed to calm down. She then told my wife that I just needed some alone time to get used to the idea of being a father. Ed assured my mother that while I was having my alone time, he would take good care of my wife, and my mother thanked him.

Cindy, Ed’s girlfriend, walked out of their house and into my parents’, through the kitchen, into the dining room, and sat at the table. My parents and I joined her. Cindy told me I had to know that this would happen. I shook my head. Cindy sighed, then said, “Everyone else knew it could happen… eventually.” I shook my head again and said I didn’t. Cindy put her hand on mine and said, “You can’t change what’s already happened.” I said I knew that.

Cindy told me that her son wasn’t Ed’s. I said I knew that he was from her previous marriage. Cindy sighed and said, “But he’s not my ex’s son, either.” Cindy explained that she had cheated on her ex, and he never knew that her son wasn’t his. I asked if that was supposed to make me feel better. Cindy said, “I just want you to know that you’re not the only man who’s going to raise another man’s child.”

My mother told me that Ed wasn’t her favorite person, but she was thrilled that she was going to be a grandmother because of him. Cindy said, “It’s not important who the father is. What’s important is how you raise the child.” My father interjected, “And you need to do the right thing and raise that child because T. is your wife, which makes that child yours.”

There was a knock at the front door. It was my parents’ other neighbors, Zoe and Mark. Zoe said she hoped she wasn’t interrupting. I said we were having a family discussion. Zoe scoffed, “If this is about Ed getting T. pregnant, I think I have the right to say something.” Zoe continued, “I’ve known you since you were in grade school. You know Ed, and you also know that this isn’t the first time he’s slept with someone you’ve dated.”

Zoe brought up Kiera, a girl I’d fallen in love with and had asked to marry me, who said she would but backed out at the last minute. Zoe said, “You know as well as I do that Ed had sex with her much more often than you ever did.” I retorted that Ed hadn’t gotten her pregnant. Zoe chuckled, “Why do you think she didn’t want to marry you?” I said I didn’t know, and Zoe said, “Come on. Ed got her pregnant, too, and she didn’t want you to know. So, she broke it off with you.”

Mark asked me if I was really that naive. I said that Kiera never told me she got pregnant. Mark asked me if I would still have married her had I known that Ed had gotten her pregnant. I said I didn’t know. I said I was still very much in love with Kiera, and my mother said, “For your information, Kiera got an abortion.” Tears welled in my eyes.

Zoe demanded, “Don’t be such a girl about this!” And my father chimed in, saying, “T. needs you more now than ever before. You need to man up and be the husband she needs and expects you to be.” I looked at Cindy. She asked if we could talk privately. I looked at my parents and Zoe and Mark, then Cindy and I went to T’s and my room.

Cindy told me she wanted to make things right. She said she knew I was feeling hurt, but she also knew I had wanted to have sex with her since I was in sixth grade. I said I had, and Cindy wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I put my hands on her ass and deep kissed her. I was so hard.

Cindy reached into my pants and grasped my penis. I reached under Cindy’s shirt with one hand and put my other hand down her pants. Suddenly, Cindy pulled her hand out of my pants, stepped back, and said, “I can’t do this. It’s wrong. I know that Ed got T. pregnant, but I can’t cheat on him. I love him, and he’d lose it if he found out we fucked.” Trying to make up for rejecting me, Cindy said, “If nothing else, I think you’ve got a nice cock.”

Cindy rushed out and returned to her house. As I walked back into the dining room, Zoe asked, “Feel better now that you got your rocks off?” I shouted, “Nothing happened!” My father asked me if I would have fucked Cindy if she’d have let me. I asked, “Would it have been so wrong if I did?” Zoe informed me that two wrongs don’t make a right. I asked Zoe how any of what I was going through was any of her business, and my father told me to show some respect for my elders.

Zoe said that it was time I grew up and started being a man. I stormed out and drove to the beach. I was walking down the pier and heard a familiar voice. It was Kiera’s. She saw me and lowered her eyes. I approached Kiera and asked her how she was doing. She said she was doing okay and was glad to see me. She then told me she heard I’d gotten married and asked how things were going.

I told Kiera that Ed had impregnated my wife, and she looked away. I told Kiera that I knew that Ed had gotten her pregnant as well. Kiera began to tear up and told me she was sorry. I told Kiera I was still in love with her, and she said, “But you’re married now. We can’t be together. I’m sorry, but I respect the sanctity of marriage.” I told Kiera I wanted to divorce T., and she told me that just because Ed got my wife pregnant, that was no reason for me not to do the right thing.

Cindy and then Kiera had rejected me. The only woman who wanted me was my wife, who had let another man get her pregnant and wanted me to raise his child. I asked Kiera if she regretted getting an abortion, and she said she wondered what it would have been like had we gotten married instead. She then asked if I would have still married her had I known that Ed had impregnated her. I told Kiera that I loved her so much that it wouldn’t have mattered to me. Cindy told me that I needed to love T. just as much, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away.

When I got home, I decided that Ed and I needed to talk. Cindy invited me in, but said it wasn’t really a good time. Moments later, my wife walked out of Ed’s bedroom wearing only one of his t-shirts, and Ed was wearing boxers. His cock was still partially erect, and the head of his cock was sticking out of his fly with a pearl of semen on the tip.

Ed walked up behind my wife, put his hands up her shirt, cupped her breasts, and asked, “What can I do for you… that I haven’t already done?” I watched as my wife reached behind her ass, grasped Ed’s cock, and put it between her legs. Ed took my wife’s hand and said we could talk in the living room.

Ed and my wife sat on the couch, and I sat across from them, ironically, on the love seat. Ed’s cock popped out of his boxers, and my wife covered most of it with her hand. Cindy popped her head in and said she had to go to work and that she would see us later. Ed smiled as my wife wrapped her hand around his cock and he inserted two fingers deeply into her vagina. He then asked me, “So, what’s really going on with you?” I stammered, “Du, dude. Are, are you kidding me?”

I told Ed that I had seen Kiera, and he asked how she and his kid were. My wife looked at me sternly and asked, “You went to Kiera?” I said I saw her on the pier. My wife told me she was tired of competing with a ghost. She said, “All I’ve ever heard about is how much you loved Kiera.” Ed told my wife that Kiera was a pretty good lay. My wife looked at Ed and then said to me, “I can’t deal with this right now,” and she got up and went to Ed’s bedroom. Ed told me I should go, and I did.

I walked out to my car, drove to a phone booth, and called a friend I knew back in high school. Tim’s mother said that he’d moved out and gave me his new number. I called Tim and asked if I could come over, and he said yes. When I arrived at Tim’s house, he invited me in and introduced me to his boyfriend. I told Tim I had no idea he was gay, and he laughed and said he thought everyone knew. I said I didn’t.

As I talked to Tim and his boyfriend, Jerry, we got high and drank butter baby shots. When I told Tim that ED had impregnated my wife and I had intended to tell her I wanted a divorce, Jerry said, “Oopsy.” Then Jerry said that was why he was never attracted to women, and that he had no desire to have kids. Tim admitted to me that he was attracted to me when we were in high school. I told him I wish I had known that then, because things might have turned out differently.

For the next seven months or so, I spent more time at the beach than I did at home. About a week before Ed’s son was born, I met a woman and we got high and fucked on the lifeguard tower. I knew from her wedding ring that she was married, too, but I didn’t care. When I woke up, the woman I’d fucked was gone, and so was the fifty dollars I had in my pants pocket. I figured her getting me high, sucking my dick, and letting me fuck her was worth it.

A week later, my wife gave birth at home with the aid of a midwife, and Ed was there to witness the birth of his son. The first thing Ed said to me was, “Look at the size of his dick. You can tell that he’s not yours.” My mother defended me by saying, “But he’ll love him just the same.” My wife asked me if I wanted to hold “our” son, and I said no. I could tell by my wife’s and my parents’ looks that I had given the wrong answer.

Six years later, my wife gave birth to “our” daughter, and then “our” youngest son six years after that, both fathered by different men. My parents couldn’t have been happier. I was working overtime, at the oak furniture store I was a delivery guy for, whenever I could get it to support “my” family, but for what?

When “my” daughter was two years old, my wife left me, taking the kids with her, and moved in with a girlfriend. She never told me the reason why, other than that she couldn’t deal with me anymore. Three weeks later, I saw my wife walking out of a bar with a black man I had never seen before. I followed them to where my wife was staying, and I watched through the front window as my wife and this guy went, naked, to shower together.

I worked my way to the side of the house and stood on a tree stump right next to the house, peering into the bedroom where my wife slept, but she wasn’t sleeping then. My wife and the black guy walked into the room, kissed, and my wife went down on him. For the next couple of hours, I watched my wife and this black guy fuck six different times. In between fuck sessions, the guy asked about me, and my wife said, “He’s not really a bad guy, but sometimes I just can’t deal with him.”

The guy fucking my wife told her that his wife was a lot to deal with, too, which was why he played around when he could. My wife told the guy that she’d had several lovers and that we had an open marriage. The guy asked my wife if I was a good lover, and she just shook her head and went down on him again. The guy told my wife that she was a master at sucking cock, and she said, “You have a lot of other men to thank for that.” When the guy fucked my wife for the final time, he asked if they could hook up again sometime. She said, “I hope so.”

I visited my wife the following day to try to find out what had happened between us, and I mentioned to her that I had seen her get fucked by the black guy. That pissed her off. She stood up and told me I had no right to watch her with other men because we were separated. I told her that watching her and the black guy turned me on, and she replied, “Of course it did.” She then asked if I had heard what she told him about me. I said yes, and she said, “So, you know I still love you, I just can’t be with you.”

My wife’s friend, Lori, with whom she was staying, and who was an “ex” prostitute, overheard our conversation and said, “If it’s any consolation, the guy T. was with last night is an old boyfriend of mine. He’s a good guy… and one hell of a lover. Lori’s current boyfriend, Steve, stepped out and asked my wife if everything was okay. She said yes. I asked my wife if she’d been with Steve, too, and Steve said that he didn’t think that was any of my business. I could tell by my wife’s and Lori’s expressions that she had.

I said to Steve, “Look, I don’t care if you’ve been with T.” Steve interrupted me by saying, “It’s not like you have any control over what T. does now.” I nodded and agreed.

Lori was an attractive woman. Lori, my wife, and I used to play cards with our friends Kat and Tom, and I had seen Tom fuck Lori and her suck his dick numerous times. I had tried to fuck Lori, but she always turned me down. I had watched Tom fuck Kat as well as my wife several times, but I never got to fuck or get sucked by Kat, either. Tom had told me how good Lori was in bed and attributed it to her time as a prostitute. I said that was likely the case.

During the year my wife and I were separated, I got an apartment and had one of my best friends’ ex-girlfriends move in with me. She was an attractive woman, and we had sex more often than not, but she was a larger woman. The sex was great, but I had trouble getting past Christy’s weight. After a year of living together, I made mention to Christy that I had been thinking about getting back with T. She lost it, destroyed the VHS tapes we had of us fucking, and left, but not before saying, “Good luck on getting that bitch to do for you what I have!”

My wife moved back in with me, and we had sex, but it wasn’t as good as it had been with Christy. I had hoped that Christy would talk to me and tell me why I shouldn’t get back with my wife, but things went sideways. To this day, I believe Christy was the best thing that ever happened to me. My wife started having sex with other men again. The problem was that she didn’t like me watching. Within six months of moving back in with me, my wife left me again.

Four years later, my wife and I were together again, and she had fallen in love with another woman, who also fell for me. Mandy’s husband knew that she was having sex with me and my wife, and my wife even tried to include him, but he wasn’t interested. Although Mandy had mainly had sex with black men, she found me to be a competent lover. Mandy’s husband Ian was seeing another woman at the time, so he didn’t care that Mandy was having sex with me and my wife. I was the one who had the problem. I was trying to do the right thing, even though my wife was pregnant again with another man’s child.

I told Mandy that we could no longer have sex because T. had originally fallen for her, and I didn’t want to be a distraction for either her or T. Mandy said she didn’t want to end things with me because she loved T., but not the way T. loved her. T. was appreciative of me trying to step out, but told me doing so fucked everything up. A couple of months after “our” youngest son was born, my wife left me again.

“Our” youngest son was eight when my wife was living with me again. She, her best friend Roxanne, and a guy Roxanne was having an affair with were kind of a threesome, and I was having sex with our next-door neighbor’s wife, Sara. Technically, at that time, I was a cuckolded Bull, and technically, all Bulls, who are having sex with a wife who has sex with other men, are essentially cuckolds themselves.

For the next five years, my wife and the kids lived with me on and off, but I didn’t have lovers, because Sara’s husband found out about us and gave her an ultimatum. For the last eighteen years, I have been with my current wife, who has had sex with countless men while I watched. Since meeting my current wife, I have had sex with one of her best friends and a few of her lovers. I have been a complete and obedient cuckold to and for my current wife. Do I wish I could be a Bull again? Of course, but my current wife is extremely jealous, and as she reminds me, “Sex is what other men are for.”