Why I Am A Bull – Ch 3: Understanding And Perspective

"I explain to hotwives, and especially cuckold husbands, the pleasure I get from using them"

While I had become more accustomed to my situation with the delicious Eva, I still didn't really know why or how I was in this position. And my understanding of Ian's was non-existent. Whatever childhood trauma or Freudian shit he...

How It Turned To Cuckold.

"My wife and my job Part 1/3"

It was now the fourth time that I have had to leave my wife home alone to travel 600km because of my job. The last time I was away for three weeks and this time, my boss was clear that...

Why I Am A Bull – Ch 2: Opportunity And Humiliation

"I explain to hotwives, and especially cuckold husbands, the pleasure I get from using them."

At first, I had no conception that humiliation could be sexy. It simply hadn't occurred to me that being taken for a mug or intimidated might be a turn-on. But that changed on my next meeting with Eva. I'm pretty...

Adventures in Open Marriage – Part 4, Happy New Year!

"Things get wild in a car, and get hotter and mysterious in an old hotel"

By late autumn, my wife's little sessions had become a fairly regular thing, with Pete, and then of course myself getting sloppy seconds (or thirds or fourths depending on Pete's stamina). However, as we approached Thanksgiving here in the states,...

Driving Nikki

"A naughty Christmas Night for my vixen."

"He'll be here soon, baby... how do I look?!"My gorgeous girlfriend Nikki was dancing to the beat of some loud sensual music in the living room of her big beautiful house, her long blonde hair tossing side to side. "I'm...

Why I Am A Bull – About me: The First Time

"I explain to hotwives, and especially cuckold husbands, the pleasure I get from using them"

From the outside, I look like a bull. I'm good-looking, fit, guns like tree trunks, I dress well, I wear a sports watch and look after myself. I talk confidently and with authority, I interrupt people in mid-sentence, and if...

Joyce’s Awakening

"Once you go black..."

I met my husband, John when I was a sophomore in college.  He was the proverbial older man; a forty-year-old widower with two teenage sons. Boys my age had always seemed immature to me so when he hit on me...