The Wrong Outcome

You were the third man she’d ever slept with. You fell deeply in love and got married. You were blissfully happy. She was too.

You knew something she didn't know, though. You knew that sex could be better for her. You knew that she'd never had truly great sex because she'd never been with a man that could offer her truly great sex.

You wanted that for her. You wanted it for you, too, because you'd always harbored fantasies of being a cuckold.

It took years to convince her. She took the plunge, though.

You found the guy. You did all the work. That was part of convincing her. You'd take care of most of it. She just had to do the final meeting to see if there was any chemistry.

There was, as it turned out. They went on three dates before having sex. You rented a hotel room for that fourth date. The one where he fucked her.

You asked if you could be there. She said no. Maybe she'd let you watch in the future, but for that first time she knew she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself if you were there.

You stayed at home while she spent the night with her bull. She stayed until checkout the next morning and returned home soon after. You welcomed her into your arms. You kissed her with great passion. She welcomed your passion, too, luring your tongue into her mouth and moaning as your hands roamed over her body.

You took your wife to the bedroom and reclaimed her. Your cock slid into her with ease and she told you she was still wet from fucking her bull that morning.

You came inside your wife quickly, but the orgasm was as pleasurable as any you'd ever had.

"Did you enjoy that?" your wife asked with a sweet smile on her face.

All you could was nod and thank her for cuckolding you. She thanked you, too, telling you that you were right, that she hadn't known what great sex was, at least until her bull fucked her for the first time.

She saw him again the next weekend. Again they stayed at a hotel while you stayed at home.

The next morning, though, was different. You still wanted her, of course, but your wife wasn't interested.

"I know you want me and I suppose there's a world in which you deserve to have me," she said, "but I can't. I'm sorry. I just can't."

"Why?" you asked.

She smiled sweetly and caressed your face. "Because sex with you isn't good. In fact, it's bad. The sex we had last weekend was bad, and I really don't see any reason that I should have bad sex anymore. Not when I have my bull. Not when I have the freedom to have sex with him whenever I desire it."

You were crestfallen. This was not how you imagined it.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "But I still want to make you cum. I do. And I'm going to. I just don't want you in my pussy. If I let you fuck me, I'm afraid that I'll start to resent you for making me have bad sex and I don't want that."

"I don't want that either."

Her hand rested on the side of your face. She leaned in and kissed you softly. "Good. Then there will be no more sex for you. There will, however, be lots of handjobs, so why don't we go take a shower together and I'll jerk you off while I give you all the details of how my bull fucked me last night and this morning."

She's been true to her word, too. There's been no sex for you for the last six months and as long as she has a bull you suspect that she'll stick to her word and prevent you from being inside her.

The handjobs are great, though. Maybe even better than sex. This wasn't the ideal outcome, but it might be the best outcome.