Last year, my wife Sarah and I decided to explore the cuckold lifestyle. It was her idea initially, and after many conversations, we agreed to take the plunge. Sarah had been attending yoga classes for months, and she often mentioned her instructor, Mark. He was tall, muscular, and had a confident demeanor that Sarah couldn’t stop talking about.
One evening, after a particularly intense yoga session, Sarah came home flushed and excited. She told me that Mark had been flirting with her during class, and she had reciprocated. I felt a mix of emotions—jealousy, excitement, and curiosity. We talked about it, and Sarah admitted she was attracted to him.
A few weeks later, Sarah invited Mark over for dinner. The tension was palpable. Mark was charming, and I could see why Sarah was drawn to him. After dinner, things escalated quickly. Sarah and Mark started kissing right in front of me, and before I knew it, they were in our bedroom.
I watched as Mark took control, dominating Sarah in ways I never could. It was humiliating, exhilarating, and oddly satisfying. Since then, Mark has become our regular bull, and our relationship has never been stronger.