Anyone who is in this lifestyle knows about the difficulties of finding a good bull—someone who is not just there to fuck the wife, but who also understands the dynamic and his role within it.

We were pretty lucky to find ours. He basically ticks all of my wife's boxes: a massive dick, great stamina, and, most importantly, an understanding of the realities of life. He's always been accommodating when we've had to cancel at the last minute because of work or family commitments. Over time, that consistency built trust.

But I still vividly remember one of the first few times we met him.

We booked a hotel room and decided to take things slowly. We chatted for a bit, watched a movie, and tried to settle our nerves. It was one of those situations where everyone knew why they were there, but nobody wanted to rush into it.

As the evening went on, though, the sexual tension became too much to ignore. Eventually, we moved over to the bedroom. My wife had dressed incredibly sexy that night, and helping her undress only made me hornier. Taking off each layer felt like part of the experience. By the time she was almost completely naked, my cock was already hard.

She sat on the edge of the sofa while I put her clothes away. When I came back, I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. I held her breasts as in to showcase them to him while we both watched our bull take off his clothes.

Then came the moment I had been anticipating all evening. I handed my wife over to him and took my place in the chair. What unfolded in front of me was pure, almost ethereal sex. More than anything else, I remember the look on her face. She was enjoying herself in a way I had never seen before. Her moans were louder. Her eyes were filled with pure lust. She seemed completely lost in the moment.

It went on for at least two hours. She must have orgasmed half a dozen times. When they finally stopped, she was so exhausted she could barely move for fifteen minutes. Eventually, she walked over to me and knelt down. My cock was already leaking precum. I had always worried about post-nut clarity. I thought that once I came, reality would hit me and I would regret everything. Instead, she started playing with my cock with her hands before eventually taking it into her mouth.

The shocking part wasn't that she got me off. The shocking part was that I didn't experience the post-nut clarity I had expected. Instead, I wanted more. Afterward, my wife climbed onto my lap, kissed me softly, and whispered into my ear, asking if I was okay. I was more than okay.

A little later, I suggested ordering dinner to the room, but my wife wanted to go downstairs instead.

The three of us showered and headed down together, we were pretty dirty and sweaty.

As soon as we stepped into the hallway, I noticed an older man coming out of a room a couple of doors away. My heart immediately dropped. A flood of thoughts entered my mind. "What if he had heard my wife's moans?" "What would he think of the three of us?" For some reason, that fear turned me on. Not necessarily the idea of actually being exposed, but the possibility of it. The risk. The uncertainty. The thought that someone might have heard something without ever knowing the full story.

We had a great dinner and eventually returned to the room. While waiting for the food to digest, we relaxed and watched TV. This time, my wife sat beside the bull instead of beside me. It was such a small thing, but I still remember noticing it. Before long, they were having sex again. Several times. I remember finally falling asleep sometime around four in the morning.

The next day, I woke up first around eleven. I got dressed and looked over to see my wife lying naked beside him, his hand fondling her boobs. They were both awake by then. After chatting for a bit, I offered to go downstairs and grab breakfast for all of us.

About thirty minutes later, I returned to the room. When I walked into the bedroom, I was surprised not to find either of them there. Then I heard the shower running. I followed the sound and opened the bathroom door. Through the misty glass, I could see my wife's tits pressed against the shower door. I stood there watching, my hand slowly rubbing my cock. It took them several minutes to notice I was there.

Eventually, my wife stepped out of the shower. "I brought something to eat," I said. She didn't say anything. She simply smiled and nodded. Then she walked over to me, pressed her wet body against mine and kissed me deeply. As she did, she deposited what seemed to be the bull's cum into my mouth. It was the first time she had ever done something like that, and was the hottest thing for me as well. I liked it. I did not find it icky or anything. I still remember how unexpected it felt.

Looking back, that remains the single experience that convinced us he should become our regular. The attraction was obviously there, but it was more than that. The chemistry felt natural. The trust was there. Nobody was forcing anything. Everything just seemed to fit. By the end of that weekend, the decision had already been made. He wasn't going to be a one-time experience.

This is a question to the experienced bulls on the forum.

Bulls are sexually much more capable than cucks. That’s the reason they are bulls. However, I am curious to know what those factors are which motivate bulls to hit on married women or women in relationships with other men. Due to their sexual capabilities, bulls can easily find a woman and commit to that woman lifelong for physical pleasure. However, what those thoughts are that make bulls interested in married/ committed women apart from their own partner?

CuckHusband here.

A few weeks after our marriage, I realized I was destined for something different.

I felt like I couldn’t give my wife the happiness and fulfillment she deserved. It began to haunt me deeply.
Her sexual desire was stronger than what I could match.
I simply couldn’t last as long as she wanted.
Her way of intimacy was very different from mine.

She wasn’t the first woman I had been with, but I had never faced this kind of psychological struggle before.
So why was it happening with my wife? That fear made things worse every time we were intimate.

Eventually, I accepted the painful truth . she was meant for someone stronger than me.
That was the moment I began to believe that my role was different.

Sometimes I sit alone and wonder… is this actually Nature’s Law that worked through me ?
A silent Law that says the healthiest should mate, while the weaker step aside?

What if cuckolding is not new at all , just something that has evolved with mankind over time?

What if every Male carries a kind of programming from birth that defines his place?
And over time, through certain moments or triggers, he comes to realize it . just like I did?

And when that moment comes, each man finds his position:
Either stepping aside for someone stronger…
or Seeking out the strongest match he can find.

I felt uncontrollable jealousy and frustration toward the men who satisfied my wife in ways I couldn’t.
The fulfillment and the glow on her face were something I had never witnessed before.
Maybe it was time when her sexual hormones worked at its best.

There would be a lot of us who fantasize but are not having any real action because of their own will or may be some different reason and their wife or gf may or may not be aware of this kink.
My question is, what is something you did which could be associated to this kink? It could be something direct or indirect such as dress malfunction.
For example in my case, I once put up her underwear in the washroom while my friends were visiting, pretty sure they would have noticed but again this is an involuntary thing, some people may find it normal, most of them would have been turned on.
Secondly, when we are at a tourist place, I always encourage her to dress up openly, even though I need not to, since she herself loves doing that. The kinkiest was when she wore a really small bikini in goa, even though the crowd was less, yet majority were Indians, it was just amazing, kinky, nervous and what not feeling for me altogether, basically her hips cheeks were completely out.

This is how it all began, how my sweet, modest wife’s stories from before we got married slowly turned into the hottest part of our sex life over the years.

It started innocently enough when we were still engaged. One evening she had her hand wrapped around me, stroking me nice and slow, that warm grip driving me crazy. Out of nowhere, I asked if she had ever held another guy’s cock before. I knew she had an ex, but she had never shared any details.

She answered quietly, “Yeah.” Then she told me about that night in his car after some school event. They had made out heavily, the windows all fogged up. His hands went under her top, but that was it, no oral, no sex. Back then she was so tender and small, with just 32b boobs on her soft slim body, short and delicate, her smooth skin glowing warmly in the dim light of the car. Her body was still developing, young and innocent-looking, with gentle curves that felt so fresh and inviting. I kept pushing her for every little detail. This strange mix of jealousy and heat rushed through me for the first time as I heard about my future wife like that. Her voice shook a little while she spoke. Her cheeks turned pink and her legs kept shifting restlessly against the sheets, like remembering it was turning her on all over again right there with me.

The next time we were together, I was kissing down her neck, my fingers slipping under her clothes, and I asked if there were more stories, any other secrets she had kept. She surprised me with one from her college days. She was on a break from that same ex, studying late with this guy friend. He suddenly leaned in and kissed her, hard and hungry. She didn’t push him away right away. Her body responded on its own, kissing him back with more heat than she intended, even though she had already told him she had a boyfriend.

After a minute or so she finally pulled back, breathless, her face burning with that mix of thrill and guilt. Later he teased her about it, saying it wasn’t all his fault, she had opened her mouth for him, let him kiss her deeper, practically melted against him. Things got complicated when he started pushing for more, even threatening to tell her boyfriend about the kiss if she didn’t meet him again. She cut him off completely after that.

After we got married, these kinds of talks became a big part of our sex life. Nothing turned us on more. At first she would get really shy whenever I brought it up. She would blush deeply and turn her face away. But I would coax her gently, whispering right in her ear while I slid deep inside her, “Tell me something naughty, baby… just for us.” Once she started, it was like a switch flipped. Her voice would drop low and breathy, her hips would roll up to meet me harder, like the words themselves made her even wetter.

One night we were fucking nice and slow, me on top, buried all the way inside her while I kissed along her throat. She was moaning softly, her nails lightly scratching down my back. I could feel her getting slicker around me, so I murmured, “Give me something hot… imagine if something like that happened at work.” She turned bright red instantly and covered her face with her hands. “Nooo, it’s stupid,” she mumbled. But I didn’t stop moving, kept that steady rhythm and whispered how much it turned me on when she let go. Finally she opened up, her voice shaky at first.

She spun this fantasy about some boss she never even had. He comes up behind her at the copier, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her ass back against his hard cock. She protests at first, pushing at his hands, but feeling him thick and pressing against her through their clothes makes her thighs squeeze together. I asked for more, “What happened next?” She bit her lip and continued: Later, when the office is empty, he calls her into his room, locks the door, and presses her against his desk. She pushes weakly at his chest, but he kisses her hard, his tongue taking her mouth, and she’s already soaked. He shoves her skirt up, strokes her through her soaked panties until she parts her legs for him. The hottest part, she said, was when she reached into her bag, pulled out one of those condoms we always keep for quickies in the car, and handed it to him with this little smirk. He laughed low and said, “Planned this, huh? Been wet thinking about me all day?” Then he spun her around, bent her over the desk, rolled it on and fucked her deep from behind. Her breasts smacked against the wood, her moans echoing in the empty office. Just telling it made her clench so tight around me that she came hard, shaking, pulling me over the edge with her. It was all made up, but damn, it wrecked both of us.

Another night, after we had finished, I was lying there tracing lazy circles on her thigh with my fingers and asked if she had any more secrets. She rolled away, all shy and proper like she usually is outside the bedroom, muttering, “It’s too embarrassing yaar.” But I kissed her shoulder and kept teasing her softly until she gave in. It turned out that back when she was still with her ex, one night she was alone and really aching for him. Without thinking, she spread her legs in front of the mirror, used her fingers to open herself wide and show how wet and swollen she was, then snapped a picture and sent it to him. Her heart was pounding, feeling completely exposed and slutty, but so turned on that she rubbed herself right after and came fast just from the thrill of it. Hearing that got me instantly hard again. I flipped her onto her stomach and fucked her while she repeated every detail, her voice breaking into gasps.

That’s how we started fucking from then on, her sharing these stories while I encouraged her. In public she’s the quiet, modest one. She dresses conservatively and keeps her eyes down when other guys talk to her. But alone with me, she turns wild. She started moaning names, her ex, that college guy, first in soft whispers when I prompted her, “Say it, baby. Whose cock are you thinking about?” Then louder and bolder. The way her pussy would flutter and grip me tighter every time she said their names… it was unreal.

One unforgettable night during her period still burns in my memory. She was doubled over with brutal cramps yet wildly turned on, twisting and grinding against the sheets while gasping that she couldn’t possibly take me the way she wanted. I slid between her thighs anyway and started rubbing her clit gently over her panties at first, then skin to skin with slow circles. She was panting, eyes squeezed shut. I told her, “Let me help… tell me a dirty story. Something about getting taken raw.” She shook her head at first, saying “I can’t, it hurts too much.” But I kept the steady rhythm until she broke. Her voice turned husky as she described how her ex would pin her wrists above her head. He would push into her bare, no condom, thick and long, stretching her open slow and deep. She locked her legs around his waist, begging him to fill her completely, feeling every inch drag against her walls. Then him coming inside her, hot spurts flooding her, the risky thrill of maybe getting pregnant only making her wetter. Her hips jerked against my fingers as she told it, her clit throbbing hard, and she came violently, crying out his name, her whole body shaking until she went limp. Her cramps eased after that. She curled into me and fell asleep peacefully, like the fantasy had drained all the tension out of her.

Over time she has become so much more comfortable with it. What used to make her blush and hesitate now flows out of her naturally. These days when I’m thrusting hard into her, her legs wrapped tight around me, and I growl in her ear, “Who’s fucking you right now, baby?” she doesn’t even hesitate. She gasps out her ex’s name, or sometimes that college friend’s, her voice thick with lust, like saying it makes everything feel dirtier and better. Her body had changed nicely over the years – her hips had rounded out softly after marriage, her ass had become fuller and more bouncy, her thighs had thickened into those juicy white curves I loved gripping, her skin stayed smooth but felt warmer and softer, and her breasts had grown fuller only after we got married, turning into perfect soft 34b handfuls that jiggled so enticingly when she rode me.

And when I push further, breathing against her neck, “Whose cock is bigger… tell me,” she holds nothing back anymore. She looks right at me with those half-lidded, glassy eyes and moans, “His… his is bigger than yours,” drawing the words out slow and filthy. The louder she says it, especially right as she’s about to come, the harder her pussy clamps down around me, pulsing wildly while she screams his name and how much thicker he was, how much deeper he stretched her. Hearing her say those words so shamelessly now, with no shame left, just pure need… it destroys me every single time. It makes me fuck her even harder until we’re both shaking.

One time we were deep into our role play. I was fucking her hard as her ex, pinning her down on the bed, thrusting deep and rough just the way she likes when we go there. She had her legs locked tight around my waist, her nails digging into my back, and her pussy was gripping me so wet and hot it felt like she was pulling me in deeper with every stroke. Her eyes were half-closed, cheeks flushed, and she was moaning loud and needy like she couldn’t hold back.

Out of nowhere she brought in something new, something she’d never mentioned before. She started breathing it right into my ear between gasps, her voice all shaky and thick with lust. Apparently, back when she was with him, they used to have these long pillow-talk conversations on the phone late at night, planning their future like every couple does. They had even picked names for the twins they joked about having one day. And now, right at her peak, with me slamming into her hard and her body trembling, she moaned straight into my ear, “Fill me up… give me twins like you always used to say xxx( his name) “

Her words hit me like a shock. She was so lost in it, hips bucking up to meet every thrust, her pussy fluttering and squeezing around me like she was really imagining it. I lost it right then, coming hard inside her, flooding her deep with pulse after pulse of my cum while she kept moaning and clinging to me.

Then, as she felt the hot rush of it filling her, her voice broke into a desperate little whisper: “Your cum feels so much warmer than my husband’s…”

She came hard around me right after, her whole body shaking with the orgasm, walls pulsing tight and milking every last drop. I could feel how soaked she was, how much saying those filthy words turned her on even more. She kept whispering it, clinging to me like she didn’t want it to end.

That one broke something open in both of us. Since she never actually got to sleep with him, but hearing her bring their private little dreams into our bed like that, mixing them with us, made everything feel ten times hotter and more dangerous. She came so hard that night her legs were still shaking even after we finished, and I just held her close, heart pounding with that same wild mix of jealousy and pure heat that started this whole thing.

Last week, we were lying in bed after dinner, the room dark except for the soft light from our phones. She suddenly scooted closer, pressing her warm body tight against mine under the sheets. Her hand slid down into my boxers, wrapped around my dick, and started stroking me slow and teasing. Her grip was perfect, just the way I love it, and I got harder and thicker in her hand with every smooth pull.

I dropped my phone, grabbed her face with both hands, and kissed her deep and hard. She melted right away, moaning softly into my mouth, her tongue sliding wet and hungry against mine like she’d been dying for this all night.

For the first time ever, she didn’t wait for me to start it. Still kissing me, breathing hot against my lips, she whispered, “Why isn’t your cock as big as my ex’s, baby?” Her voice was low and dirty, full of that new bold confidence that made my heart pound like crazy.

I stayed right in the game, growling back against her mouth, “Is his really bigger?”

She bit my bottom lip, eyes sparkling with naughty heat, and nodded. “Mmm, yeah… yours feels good, but his was bigger. Thicker. It filled my whole hand when I stroked him nice and slow.” Her fingers squeezed me tighter, pumping faster now, like she was lost in the memory. “God, it was so heavy… throbbing against my palm until it was rock-hard and dripping for me.”

We kept going like that for what felt like forever—her voice getting breathier, nastier, spilling every filthy detail while her hand never stopped working my cock. By the time I rolled her onto her back and pushed deep inside her, we were both soaked and desperate. I slammed into her hard, and she wrapped her legs around me tight, nails digging into my back.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” she gasped, head thrown back, eyes wild. Then she screamed his name, loud and broken, her pussy squeezing me like a fist. “You own this pussy, xxx ( his name) ! I need this cock every day. My pussy was made for your cock!”

Every dirty word made her wetter and crazier. Her hips bucked up to meet every thrust, her moans turning into loud, shaking cries that filled the whole room. She came so hard her whole body trembled, her pussy pulsing and fluttering around me, pulling me over the edge. I exploded deep inside her, both of us gasping and shaking together, completely lost in it.

Last weekend we were going at it hard, her legs locked tight around my waist as I drove deep into her soaked pussy. Her full tits bounced wildly with every rough thrust while she moaned loudly. I leaned down, growling in her ear, “Tonight you’re not my wife. You’re his slut again. Say it.”

She shook her head at first, cheeks burning red, whispering shyly, “No… it’s too much tonight, baby,” even as her body ground desperately against me. I didn’t stop. I shifted my hips higher, angling my body upward so the base of my cock pressed firmly against her swollen clit with every deep thrust. I kept fucking her in steady, powerful strokes while grinding my pelvis against her sensitive clit, rubbing it relentlessly with the root of my dick.

“Tell me who’s really fucking you right now,” I demanded, voice low and rough like the man she’d described. “Or I’ll stop grinding this greedy clit and pull out completely.”

She whimpered, pussy clenching hard around me, but resisted until the constant pressure on her clit combined with the deep strokes finally broke her. “Please… don’t stop,” she gasped, then in a shaky whisper straight to him: “Please… fuck me… just like you used to, baby.” I rewarded her by driving harder, grinding my cock base against her clit even more firmly with each thrust.

“Louder. Tell your ex whose tight little pussy this is.”

Her eyes turned glassy as she stared up at me but spoke directly to him, voice dripping with lust: “It’s yours… this pussy is yours. God, I missed your cock stretching me open. You always filled me so much better… Not like my husband’s dick… it never stretches me the same way you did.” As revenge, she looked right into my eyes with a wicked smile and kept going, bolder now, nails digging into my back.

“My husband could never make me feel like that. His cock feels so small compared to yours… Fuck me harder… please, I need your cock every day. This pussy was made for you, not for him. He thinks he owns me, but we both know it’s yours…”

She came violently, back arching sharply, screaming his name shamelessly as her walls squeezed and milked me so hard I exploded deep inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum while she trembled and whispered filthy truths between broken moans: “Your cum feels so much thicker… so much hotter and heavier than my husband’s few drops…” She shook for a long time afterward, still lost in the fantasy, pussy twitching with aftershocks around me. In that moment her thick white thighs were wrapped around me so tight, her 34b boobs bouncing softly with every move, her slim waist twisting under me, and her lips parted in pleasure, looking irresistibly beautiful and sexy. Over the years her body had changed, her hips had rounded out after marriage into wide, grabbable curves, her ass had filled out into a soft juicy bubble that jiggled with every thrust, her thighs had become thick and creamy white, perfect for wrapping around me.

Just two nights ago, things went even further. We had been talking casually after dinner about trying something new to make the fantasies feel more real for her. She admitted shyly that sometimes she closes her eyes anyway to picture him better, so I suggested using the silk scarf we keep in the drawer. She hesitated for a second, blushing, but then nodded with that mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. We moved to the bedroom, undressed slowly, and I could already tell she was getting wet from the anticipation.
I laid her on her back and tied the blindfold gently but firmly over her eyes. The moment her vision went dark, her breathing grew heavier and more needy. I started with soft kisses down her neck and chest, taking my time while whispering, “Imagine it’s him touching you now, baby. Not me.” She moaned quietly at first, her body relaxing into the fantasy as the darkness helped her sink deeper. Only then did I slide inside her, thrusting slow and deep while gripping her thick creamy thighs and spreading them wider.
“It’s not me anymore,” I growled in her ear. “It’s your ex stretching this married pussy.” Her hands clutched the sheets as the blindfold worked its magic, and soon she was talking straight to him, voice husky and dripping with need. “Yes… fuck me like you used to. God, your cock feels so much bigger in the dark. I can pretend it’s really you filling me up, owning me again.”
I picked up the pace, slamming into her harder while she got filthier with every thrust, her soaked pussy clenching tighter. “I wish you had taken me back then… I wish you had fucked me raw every single day and put your babies in me instead of him,” she gasped, completely lost behind the blindfold. “I want to feel you come inside me again… fill me until it leaks out. I want to carry your twins, not my husband’s. I want everyone to see my belly growing with your seed while he has to pretend it’s his.” Her thick white thighs shook violently around me as she pushed back desperately. “I’m such a bad wife… but your cock owns me. It always did. My husband’s dick can never satisfy me like you did. Please… breed me like you promised. Make me yours forever.”
She came harder than I had ever seen, screaming his name into the darkness, her entire body convulsing as her pussy gushed and pulsed around me in powerful waves. Feeling her lose herself so completely behind the blindfold pushed me over the edge too. I buried myself as deep as I could and unloaded inside her, groaning while she milked every drop, still whispering broken little pleas about wanting his babies.

Lately though, after these sessions when we’re just lying there catching our breath, I find myself wondering. She gets so into it in the moment, eyes glassy, body trembling, pussy soaking wet. But is she really craving those memories? Or is it just the dirty talk that makes the sex hit harder? Part of me loves how wild she gets, how open she is only with me. But another part twists with doubt, not sure if I’m turning her on or if she’s just feeding me these pieces of her past because she knows how much it wrecks me in the best way. She never mentions any of it outside the bedroom, never even hints, so I stay quiet too. I just keep asking for more stories, hoping it doesn’t matter as long as she keeps coming apart under me like that.

If you’ve had a similar journey with your partner or starting talks about hotpast, comment or DM me, would love to hear more.

If you’re a bull, don’t reach out if all you want is pics, unless you’re patient to build a conversation.

One day my wife told me this dirty story from her past. She was working in another city, and was staying with her girl roommate. She just came out of her first serious relationship and had started dating a new guy. They had gone on 9-10 dates.. almost 2-3 months. One day whilte texting both were horny and decided to meet and fuck for the first time. So next day he booked a hotel room.

She reached there in the evening after office. and they started kissing hard, sucking each other lips. He licked her whole body like a dog, sucked her boobs, went down and licked her pussy. She got on her knees and sucked his dick deep, gagging on it. Everything was hot, he was rock hard and ws ready to fuck her. But suddenly while putting the condom on his dick she panicked. she felt no connection with him at that moment. so she stood up, quickly wore her clothes and left the room saying sorry to him. he tried to grab her but she still left.

On the way back to her apartment, instead of going to her flat she directly went to her ex bf flat. Luckily his roommate was out, he was alone. She was shocked at first how she reached there but after little talking both got horny and decided for one last passionate fuck.

They didn't waste any time. He grabbed her, removed her clothes, fucked her mouth hard, then bent her and pounded her from behind like animal. He fucked her in every position, sucked her pussy, made her ride his cock. She used the same condom with him which that hotel guy brought. Whole night they kept fucking like mad, sweaty and dirty.

Next morning she called the new guy, he was still at the hotel room. She rushed back. And now she had the clarity in her mind. she went all the way with new guy at the hotel room. Took his dick inside her pussy and completed the sex.

She said to me that it was her closure with ex and fresh start with new one.

CuckHusband Here.

Have you come across any particular combinations that made the cuck experience more exciting , whether based on age, profession, or something else?

Our first bull partner was a friend of mine, someone very similar to us in terms of career, profession, and age.

Our second partner was about ten years older than my wife. She was 28, and he was close to 39 . a matured character, from different faith , a businessman, separated from his family, but highly successful in his business, and financially far ahead of us.

His decisiveness and strong, dominant presence sometimes created a clear and exciting divide between my wife and me.

He was still polite and respectful toward me, but there were moments when I was struck by how confidently he took the lead with my wife, almost disregarding my presence.

And that age difference added something very special. He was calm, caring, and attentive, as if my wife truly belonged with him.
We have traveled abroad together once and I loved the way he held my wife’s hand while walking and crossing the road

What were your best experienced combinations ?

What do you guys do after you have dropped you're wife/gf at her boyfriend's place ?

How do u guys handle your emotions or what rituals you guys follow?

I mean we are both 29mf.

For me it's very difficult, I get anxious and horny at the same time. I have tried being with other women meanwhile, but it's no fun without her.

Did you ever arrange a massage to ur wife?

How is the experience?

Did anyone here who is straight before cuckolding turned into a bicuck?

Generally desi men would not explore the possibility of being bisexual but if they were involved in a cuckold lifestyle and seeing a guy closely having sex with the cucks wife or the extra masculinity that the bull shows beside him in the bed

would, it instills the feelings and thoughts in the cuck to actually start touching the Bulls dick, or if the Bulls is built and clean would it create the thoughts in the mind of a cuck to actually suck the bull?

I myself am built and a very dominant person in the outside world but if I see a guy's dick which is good and clean and the whole area is well hygienic, I feel it is okay to suck provided if I get good understanding of comfort and trust from the bull and feels safe in doing so.

So coming to other cucks seeing a bull close up and forming and bond in the relationship did anyone started feeling bi curious or turned in a bi and started sucking the bull? And is it okay for the dynamic with your wife post this change?

I think we should start adding jewellery for cucks so that we can start normalising it and once the cuckold lifestyle becomes normalised then it would end up as a tradition to add jewellery for cucks from the Bulls

I have an idea of adding toe rings to cucks, in indian marriages the groom puts toe rings to the bride in the marriage ritual, ( generally other men who check these women's feet will automatically know that she is married off)

Once the wife feels safe and secured by the bull and enough trust is built they should have a ritual of bull adding toe rings to the cuck. Adding toe rings to the cuck in front of the wife would make the cuck little humiliated teased and involved in the dynamic. It would definitely make the cuck very shy and make him accept his cuckhood and completely submit himself to the bull.

And if they have an understanding atmosphere and good friends he can normally dress up and others could easily identify that he has bull already and feel proud about him.(Don't know if this can happen in india)

But maybe this can be tried in other countries in the US or any foreign country which have more broad minded people.

Do you guys have any ideas and tell me what you feel about this?

So we have been in this lifestyle since a couple years and we have one bull so far. I've been talking to deis bulls on reddit and telegram. One of my fetish is to listen to the bull talking dirty about my wife and how slutty she is on audio calls. Recently I've been purposefully putting my phone on speaker when she is inside kitchen so that she gets to listen! So far this experiment has been working but I don't know how else could I make it more interesting. Suggestions are welcome. Hindi is preferred.

What type of conversation you like to do on weekends

1. Hot past

2. Exhibitionism

3. Cheating

4. Swapping

5. Bulls

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For context my partner is aware but I haven't yet told that I'm looking for something online, mainly because I myself don't have any plan. I don't know how things work. I don't know what exactly should I look for.

Also for now I'm only aiming to keep things strictly online.

What according to you is a perfect online cuckold training?

This is a question to both experienced cuck couples and bulls.

Are there any personality traits that make certain men a sure candidate to be cuck husbands in future? If yes, what are these personality traits? Does a shy and submissive man prone to be a cuck husband? What are other such personality traits or habits that can possibly make the man a cuck husband in future?

If you’re posting on Reddit and want to focus on the emotional and psychological side rather than explicit details, you could write it like this:

The part that surprises me most isn’t the physical aspect—it’s the feeling.

For years, this was a fantasy that existed only in my head. Something exciting, taboo, and honestly impossible to imagine ever becoming real. Yet here I am, watching it slowly unfold in my actual life. My wife was initially hesitant, but over time we talked, explored our feelings, and gradually reached a place where she became comfortable with it. She’s now on her second date with her boyfriend, and I still find myself struggling to believe this is my reality.

The biggest rush isn’t jealousy, arousal, or any single emotion I can easily label. It’s the overwhelming feeling of living something that feels so forbidden and private that I could never discuss it openly with almost anyone in my real life. The contrast between appearing completely normal on the outside while carrying this secret reality inside creates a level of excitement I’ve never experienced before.

One thing that does frustrate me about sharing these experiences online is how quickly many conversations turn into demands for pictures or attempts to turn everything into instant gratification. I’m not against sharing photos when trust and context exist, but what interests me far more are conversations with people who genuinely understand the mindset behind this dynamic.

For me, this has always been much bigger than explicit content, dirty talk, or visual stimulation. The psychology, anticipation, emotional complexity, trust, vulnerability, and the strange exhilaration of watching fantasy slowly become reality—that’s the part I find fascinating.

I’m curious if others here relate to that feeling. Not the physical side, but the almost surreal realization that something you once considered an impossible fantasy is now happening in your real life.

Let me explain my question with an example. My partner is in mid 20s and we are together for last 9 years.

She's into fitness and sports. For example we go gym regularly and additionally she's into other sports like badminton and swimming which she switches according to the weather.

So my question is, does this activeness also boost the libido? I feel like so. She's quite liberal about her needs and choices. For example she's quite unapologetic about wearing bikinis, going for spa (at safe places) also asking me openly for getting physical with her whenever she wants which is more than what I want.

Merely sending a modmail doesnt guarantee youll be approved.

Approving every tom,dick and harrys post is counter-intuitive to the subs interest.

The reason we have come so far is the restrictive and novel nature of the sub.

-VISBULL.

Me and my wife recently switched to a new city and earlier she was involved in this hotwife lifestyle with my friend with whom I knew she was safe and sound but now cuz we are in a new city here unfortunately we landed in a society that has a lot of muslims I mean like you can understand a lot of people of same religious beliefs live In a same society na be it hindu , Muslim or sikh , and cuz we were in a hurry to settle cuz of job commitment we didn't check much .

Earlier we were not so friendly with Muslims ( I'm still not very much neither was my wife , we are hindus ) but cuz now we are in this society and my wife has recently started this gyming hobby in the club with fellow girls . Earlier we lived in varanasi so there we had a bungalow type house which didn't had gym and all facility and cus of family she wasn't so free to go there but now cuz we are in a flat type apartment society she can . And recently she befriended a guy from the gym and discussed with me that can she join this lifestyle with him I postponed it for 2-3 months like again cuz of religious beliefs but idk what was making her so eager for it , when she was also very phobic from these guys but last week she finally made out with him at his own flat ( that guy lives one floor below of us ) earlier I was afraid that yk things might go wrong so I took a recording of her going to his flat so I can have some proof if some unfortunate thing happens but luckily she arrived safe and sound and now she wants to do it more with him . Even though I'm also satisfying her good it's not like I'm not enough but that emotional kink idk what it is that she's so interested in . We haven't had a kid yet cuz we were to shift city and jobs to find some stability so we can plan it and now cuz I've signed a 8 y contract with this company I ain't going nowhere and we can plan but yesterday she tells me could she try for pregnancy from him ? Yeah from him ?

Like she's saying she would have sex with me too and with him too but if she gets pregnant we ain't gonna check DNA and all and who's baby it is, might be mine , might be his .

What should I do ? I don't have much possessive insecurities type shit cus she has been sexually involved in front of me with other dudes but this pregnancy thing with a Muslim guy 🙎🏻. Like how'd it be our first child is biologically somebody else's , shes promised me second one would be mine . Thing kinda turns me on too but the thing is we ain't gonna have more than 2 kids that's for sure and if this pregnancy turns out to be a boy and second from me turn out to be a girl , how'd the family legacy be ? Biologically not mine .

I swear to God this isn't some love jihad or account specifically made to promote this hindu Muslim thing like few account on this sub was doing, this is an actual query from a late 20's guy . I dont want you guys to get into either cuck , hotwife, interfaith any type of lifestyle but cuz I'm , I'm telling