When we are with our bulls, it can be hard on our cucks, reduced to waiting alone while we are brought to heights of sexual pleasure by other men - heights to which cucks can never lift us.
For months hubby was my love, and the best fuck I had ever had. But then, at his encouragement, I cucked him with my bull, and now he's not anymore, and he never will be the best again, but he brought me to the best. He brought me to the bull who takes me where he cannot, and he can take comfort, and pride in knowing that.
Being a cuckold is literally humiliating, he is humbled by the truth of my greater desire for, and pleasures from my bulls. Being a cuck is a harrowing experience, it shakes their self-confidence like nothing else ever could. It elicits profound feelings on inadequacy, whether they're into humiliation play, or not.
Cucks can’t give us the NRE, the taboo, or the simplicity of sex outside a committed relationship.
When we fuck our husbands, we know what to expect. We know them and how they fuck. We know the positions, the sequence, how long before they cum, and how long before they fall asleep. Everyone needs variety to keep things fresh and exciting, but we especially need the spark of the new to keep our fire lit. Husbands can switch things around, and introduce a measure of variety, they can do something new but they can’t be something new, and it’s difficult to change things up enough without seeming like contrived novelty. Husbands are safe. They're the guys who leave their dirty socks on the floor, leave the toilet lid up, and the ones who have seen us in our sweats without makeup and with the baby’s fresh spit-up decorating our shirt. They're the guys who run to the store to get us tampons.
Our bulls are none of that. They’re fantasy men. They have only ever seen us ladies at our sexiest. They have never irritated us, or made work for us, or gotten into an argument with us. The bulls have only ever treated us like the Queens that we are, giving us undivided attention, and passion - never distracted by Cricket or Football, when we need the dick. Bulls are taboo, they’re fresh, and new, and remind us ladies how beautiful and desirable we are like husbands can’t. No matter how hard husbands insist, we don’t quite believe them like we believe our bulls’ words, and our bulls’ touches because we understand that husbands “have to” tell us we're beautiful.…