Being Cuckolded #19 Admitting what you are

Ok...second try. I wrote this out yesterday and then in a moment of insanity clicked "back" on the wrong tab and lost it all. This is another text conversation I had with our bull the day after the events in our last blog entry (Being Cuckolded #18). I tidied up some of the "txt spk" so it's a bit easier to read...apparently I'm that fussy!


Bull: Damn I'm horny, balls still full, disappointed with yesterday.
Me: Sorry Sir.
Bull: I felt like I was making good progress in your wife too, she was stretching.
Me: Yes sir, she was sore.
Bull: Good, is she home tomorrow evening?
Me: I think so, I'll ask her.

Me: She will be home after 6pm
Bull: Ok, tell her I'll be over around 7, I want more of that ass.
Me: Yes sir.
Bull: Good lad, do you like me stretching your wife?
Me: No not really.
Bull: lol good, I like knowing you don't.
Bull: Imagine when her ass is as stretched as her pussy, she won't ever feel your little thing.
Me: No sir

Bull: Not really a problem for you I suppose, being impotent.
Me: No
Bull: Your wife was never satisfied with you, you know?

(I could tell what he was doing, strangely like rubber necking as you drive past a horrible car crash, I couldn't stop.)

Me: What do you mean?
Bull: I mean she never enjoyed your cock.
Me: We had a few years of good sex when we met.
Bull: Maybe you did, your wife just loved you, so wanted to keep you happy.
Me: Don't think so.
Bull: I do, how often did your wife cum when you fucked her?
Me: Well I mostly made her orgasm with my tongue and fingers.
Bull: Exactly, you made her cum before, how you make her cum now.
Me: I suppose
Bull: So she was never satisfied with your little dick.

(I was feeling a bit deflated at this point so pretended to be away.)

Bull: At least she has a real man inside her now, poor woman, all those years with no man. She must have been so disappointed the first time you took your pants off.
Bull: You know only a real man can satisfy your wife, you've seen me doing it.
Bull: You there lad?
Bull: Come on lad, don't be shy, admit what you are, accept it.

(This was actually having an effect on me, even though at first I was just curious, I realized the way he was talking to me... I liked it and I was ashamed I liked it.)

Me: I can still satisfy my wife
Bull: We both know that's not true, that's why she spreads her legs for me.
Me: It is.
Bull: When I'm inside your wife, I can feel all that unsatisfied need that's built up since she met you.
Bull: You aren't a real man, I know it, your wife knows it and I think deep down, you know it too.

(Hurting now, still, some strange grip keeps me from ignoring him.)

Me: My wife still loves me.
Bull: Maybe, but she needs me. She needs a man inside her to make her feel a woman. You've never done that for her.

(Long pause while I tried to rationalize)

Me: Maybe
Bull: Good lad, admitting it helps you. Keep going.

(I hate to admit it, but there was some odd feeling of relief saying it, not trying to argue or fight, not resisting, just saying it. Felt like letting out a deep breath, no more pressure, just relaxing.)

Me: I can't satisfy my wife.
Bull: That's it, and what are you not?
Me: Not a man sir.
Bull: That's right, you did well boy.
Me: Thanks, I think.
Bull: I'll be over tomorrow at 7pm, make sure your wife is ready.