The Wife the Bull & the Cuckold Ch. 01

Steve had been an architect for most of his working career. He loved buildings; the very modern ones, the old ones and just about everything in between. As long as the building had style, in his opinion it would be ageless and classic. He liked to think of himself that way too; although, most of the time, he felt a long way from classic or ageless. He was a creative at heart and, although he was a partner at the firm, he was content to let others handle the business end of things because for him it was all about design. In recent years he had taken more and more of a back seat in terms of decision making, preferring to avoid any and all confrontation wherever possible.

His wife Sally was just as beautiful and vibrant as ever, planning this, arranging that, determined to enjoy life to the full and dragging easy going Steve along for the ride.

She was a journalist, fun loving and articulate with an inclination for the dramatic. Sally had a very keen imagination with a definite dark sexy side which Steve had always loved. Her natural exuberance and love of life more than compensated for any lack of spirit from Steve and he still felt lucky to have her.

They were a popular couple with a good group of friends. Most weekends would see them out in a local restaurant, at the cinema or maybe the theatre. Sometimes they would host or attend dinner parties at home, or at a friend's house.

They were a sociable middle class couple that on the surface enjoyed life and had everything going for them.

But couples can run out of romantic and sexual steam and that can have quite an impact on a relationship.

Sally and Steve fell into that category. They'd been together for many years and the passion had definitely worn a bit thin between them. They were still good mates though and could talk about most things without any problems and often had long conversations about life, love and work.

During one of these conversations Sally had suddenly admitted that she had been wondering what it would be like to be with another man sexually.

Sally's new boss was a good looking 40 something man and she was sure that he had been trying to flirt with her. The local butcher seemed to be suddenly rather chatty too; complimenting her on her clothes or hair and even the guy in the garage seemed to be giving her the eye. Perhaps she was imagining it. Still, all this attention real or imagined had made her feel ... attractive, desired and she knew that she wanted to keep feeling that way.

She loved Steve, but he was so laid back. They hardly ever had sex anymore and if they did, it was usually because she had initiated things. She didn't want to have an affair, she had no intention of doing anything behind Steve's back so she decided to raise the subject and see what happened.

'What do you think?'She asked, although she went on before he could reply determined to get it all out.

'It would need to be someone who is perhaps a bit controlling and a bit dominant,' she confided, 'I've never really experienced anything like that. You are so laid back, which is always great, but I've read a few books recently where male dominance was an integral part of the story and it made me feel, well I liked the thought of it. How would you feel about that?' she asked, deciding not to mention the attention from her new boss or the local tradesmen.

'Come on, I think you know don't you?' Steve replied. 'I'm sure we've talked about it before. I've always loved the idea of you being with another man, as long as you come back to me in the end. But I do think that I would like to be involved in some way, or at least watch him fucking you.'

'Oh , well , that's good to know . So you wouldn't be jealous or anything?'

Sally couldn't decide if she was disappointed or glad at that thought.

'No not Jealous. I'd be happy if you were having a good time and as I said, I'd want to know that you were always coming home to me and that whatever we were doing we'd be doing it together. You'd be my sexy wife ... that's my sexy wife!

'But you say you'd want to be involved. I know you've never been one for controlling things so how involved would you want to be?' Sally asked. 'I mean on the side lines, fully involved with the sex, or what? The reason I ask is because I want someone to take control which means that you can't be in control as well. Are you happy to concede control to another man if it comes to it?'

'Yes of course. I'll do whatever it takes and I mean that. I want you to have some fun and I'd love to see you being completely pleasured by another man, I think it could be terrific and very horny too.'

In these stories I've read, the other man is called a Bull and he often orders the husband around. So what if whoever we meet wants to make you do things, would you have a problem following instructions?'

'I don't see it as a problem. I know how to follow orders. You know the senior partner at work, old man Gilbert, is always barking out orders and, come to think of it, his son Rick is just as bad. Rick is always ordering me about and he's not even my boss. He just likes to feel that he is in charge and I'm not good with conflict as you know.'

'But orders about sexual stuff might feel different don't you think?'Sally asked 'Actually no, I don't think so,' Steve said 'I mean, I'm pretty easy going,it just makes life easier. So no, to answer your question, I don't think I'd have a problem with any of it.'

The moment passed and Sally sort of changed the subject.

'You've told me that Mr Gilbert can be a bit over the top, but he does own the firm, so I guess he's allowed to be. You have never said much about this Rick character before,' Sally said, 'what's he like?'

'Actually he's a cocky, arrogant little shit. He's Mr Gilbert's eldest son and he makes sure everyone knows it. He is very wealthy in his own right and very confident too.'

'Oh how awful. Does that mean that he is a bit of a know nothing know it all?' Sally asked.

'To be fair, he does actually have a really good knowledge of architecture and he's an astute business man too by all accounts. He's single I think and I'm sure that he is being groomed to take over when old man Gilbert retires next year. I feel bad for maligning him because he's alright really, not a bad bloke, quite friendly too, actually. You'll meet him if you can pick me up after the partner's dinner on Friday night, so why don't you come in when you arrive and I'll introduce you. It's at the Golf club -- it's black tie, there's a speaker and bound to be plenty of booze. I know it's not far but it would be great if you could drop me off and collect me afterwards, then I can have a few drinks. Is that ok?'

'Sure, no problem,' she said, 'just give me a call when you're ready.'

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When Friday came around, Steve called Sally to say that one of the other partners would be collecting him at 7pm to take him to the dinner, so it would just mean one trip for her if she could pick him up later, probably about midnight.

Sally was quite late finishing work and fixed herself something light to eat and poured a glass of cool white wine. As it got later, she wondered whether to change out of her work clothes, but in the end decided that her black pencil skirt and black top still looked ok. Once she got the call from Steve she quickly freshened up her makeup and slung her suit jacket around her shoulders and made her way in the car to the golf club.

On arrival, she moved inside looking around for Steve, who came through the doors of a side room at that every moment.

'Hey Sally,' he called out and waved.

As Sally walked over to meet Steve another man came out of the room, taller and bigger than Steve. She noticed he was quite attractive in a rugged, earthy sort of way.

'Oh Sally, this is Rick Gilbert, Rick this is my wife Sally,'

'Hey Sally,' he said, 'Steve's been telling me all about you. Would you care to come and have a drink with us?'

'Of course she'll have a drink, won't you Sally?' Steve said before she could reply.

'Just one then,' she said, 'I've already had a glass of wine at home earlier and I'm driving, so just an orange juice please.'

Steve grabbed her hand and steered here back into the room where he had spent the evening.

There were twelve partners including managing partner Alan Gilbert. She was introduced to them all as Steve pulled up a chair for her and they all chatted on amiably, some talking to her and others keeping in their own conversations. Eventually she insisted that it was time to go and stood up and they both said their goodbyes.

'Well he's kept you a bit of secret,' Rick said to her as Steve went to thank Alan Gilbert for the evening.

'Pardon,' she said.

'Don't worry,' Rick replied, 'I don't blame him. Might see you again sometime.'

As Steve was back at her side there was no opportunity to reply, so she said, 'Bye, nice to meet you.' But she wondered about his comment and looked back at him as they left. She couldn't help but notice that Rick's eyes were still on her. It felt rather good.