Cucked Part 2

By Ron Dawes

When the Bull inevitably finishes with Kay, will she go back to her former married life? How will they ensure she's satisfied, now that she's experienced a bull?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Dawes
• Release date: Feb 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370695362

Ron Dawes

Writing these stories provides me an outlet to express my innermost fantasies. I love hearing from readers who have been moved by my stories. Feel free to drop me a note anytime. Many of my stories are based on my fantasies. Some of the stories are based on the fantasies of others that have contacted me. But all of them are fantasies. We have no control over our fantasies, and many of them will always be just that; fantasies, not real. I don't necessarily condone the behavior of my characters; some of them are a bit lecherous, I'm afraid. Some are rowdy. And some might just be a little nasty. But it takes all kinds. I believe that men, deep down, have a strong need to worship and adore their lover. I believe that women, deep down, have a strong need to be worshiped and adored by their lover. Most of my stories reflect those beliefs.

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Cucked

Part 2

By Ron Dawes

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Text Copyright 2017 Ron Dawes

Inspired by a true story from one of my readers

I craved another opportunity to watch the bull taking my wife. Whenever I thought about it, and especially on the one occasion when I saw it person, I was filled with the sort of dread and terror that accompanies a life threatening situation, like a soldier going into a firefight. My palms were clammy, my pulse raced and my heart felt like it was sinking into my stomach. Yet, just as in a life threatening situation, it made me feel more alive than anything I’d ever experienced. I studied every video and picture that the bull had sent every single day, and they moved me as nothing ever had. I had become a sissy cuck, I knew, but I couldn’t help it. I had accepted it. The voyeuristic thrill of watching my wife worship a big dick was more erotic than anything I’d ever seen, even if it wasn’t mine.

Unfortunately, not only did the bull not offer me another chance to watch in person, he began to take Kay less and less frequently. And he no longer sent me videos or pictures. The last one he sent me was a video of myself, licking his cum out of Kay’s pussy, and off of his dick, the day I got to watch in person. I guess his buddy had been video filming the whole thing.

I played the videos over and over again, masturbating every night as I watched them. Where he had once taken her away every second or third day, it became every third or fourth day, then less frequently. It was obvious that as he took on new girls, Kay had fallen lower in his rotation. It was inevitable. As the bull had told me himself, there were simply too many cucks in the world for him to accommodate them all. And as he took on new, younger girls with tighter bodies, he would eventually tire of the woman he’d taken repeatedly for months.

One day when Kay came home from work, it was obvious that she had been crying, and I suspected that the bull had culled her from his herd. She appeared despondent over the next few days, confirming my suspicions.

Can we talk? I asked her one night after work.

We should, she said.

It’s over?

Yes.

What will become of us?

I don’t know.

Do you still love me?

She thought for a moment, silent, then said, "We’ve been together a long time, and have a lot of shared memories. I’ll always love you, I