Bull Stories

Hey there - I am a new member and really glad that I found this community. I tried to write down how I came to realize that I am a Bull and I hope that you all like it.

I had never given much thought to relaxing with another mans wife and outside of the occasional crush I would have, the fantasy always ended there. When I was still married, I did a little surfing on in internet and found swinging sites and joined one out of interest. I found the idea of seeing another man fuck MY wife to be extremely hot, and despite many talks on the subject, she never warmed up to it, although admitted to having a three-some in college.
When we broke up, I really didn't want to jump right in to another relationship right away, and so I beefed up my profile and started to contact swinging couples. I had relatively good success right away and became a regular at a local club where I knew several couples. One couple I got to know well encouraged me to look for a partner who was into the lifestyle and that playing as a couple was easier than as a single guy. I dated several women but never really connected with them on that level - no one was interested in swinging.
Then in the spring of 2009 a friend called me to say that there was a woman in his circle of friends who was recently separated and he thought her and I would hit it off. He introduced us and we went on a few dates and everything seemed to be fine, until one day she confessed that she had had an affair with my friend. He was married and I had always had a huge crush on his wife and when she learned of his indiscretion, she called me and to make a long story short, her and I became lovers. He of course had no idea that I was fucking his wife, and this is where I first became aware of cuckolding.
Apparently my friend is lousy in bed. Very lousy. His wife is a bombshell with dark eyes and blond hair, and very horny. When she would come over to my place, in less than a minute I would have her pinned to the front hallway wall with my tongue in her throat and fingers in her pussy and she would have thundering orgasms. She kept telling me that no man had ever done that to her before and apparently she didn't know that she could have those feelings.
Knowing that he didn't know about the relationship I realized he was not a cuck in the true sense of the word, and realizing this, after she decided to reconcile with him (for various reamisters) I urged her to tell him about her and I. I guess I know now that I wanted him to know that I was a Bull for his wife, and in reading many stories here I can see how that is true in many ways: he has a small cock, and while I am not huge - around 8", he also did not know how to use it. He had a vasectomy after he got her pregnant by accident (they already had two teenagers and pregnancy for her was dangerous because of health issues) but she demanded that her and I have unprotected sex. She would beg me to fuck her; want me to lie flat on top of her without supporting myself on my knees or elbows and she told me over and over how good I smelled. It was a really amazing connection that we had. She worried about having no protection only the first time we were together, after that she would ask me over and over to cum inside of her - cumming on her was not allowed, it had to be in her pussy. When we finished she also never got up and cleaned herself out either; she always went home with my seed running out of her.
My total conversion to becoming a Bull happened when, during our last few times together, not only would she whisper over and over in my ear to cum in her, but when she sensed I was near, would hold my head with both hands and look me in the eye and say, "put a big, blue eyed baby in me." This put me over the top every time and the mutual orgasms were mind blowing. Even though we are no longer intimate, and I never did knock her up, we still talk and see each other now and then - in fact she is a teacher at my flowers school. Caught up in the rush I didn't reflect on it until after we stopped seeing each other, but I wondered what would have happened if she had gotten pregnant?
I thought for a while that I would never experience anything as hot as my time with my married lover, but in January of 2010 I was contacted by a couple looking for a single guy via a swinging website. I met him, he was an average guy all around maybe a little heavy but otherwise normal, and we talked and after about an hour he asked if I wanted to go back to his place to meet his wife. Once there he said that she was in bed and I was free to go in and fuck her. I asked if he was going to join and he said that he only wanted to watch. So I took off my clothes and crawled into bed with his wife who was pretending to be arelax. She had beautiful, long red hair and I slid up and spooned behind her and kissed her neck and shoulders. She responded right away to my touch and within minutes I was inside of her. I discovered very quickly that she couldn't cum by having intercourse alone, so before I came, I licked her pussy until she had a very loud and sustained orgasm, and then I finished quickly inside of her after that - it was just too hot and I couldn't hold back. She opened her eyes and smiled, and introduced herself and we laughed.
A few weeks later they called me again and I went back, but this time he took me aside before I went in the bedroom and told me that if I wanted to get her pregnant, that was fine, in fact they were trying to have a young. I had learned from our last time together than not only did he have a small cock, he had never made her cum the whole time they had been together, and she was eager for my cock, and now, my baby. I was immediately turned on by this thought, figuring it was fantasy as what husband in his right mind wants to raise another mans young, and so I played out the fantasy with them, but this time I came in her first, then made her cum hard on my fingers. The three of us sat and talked after and they admitted that it wasn't a fantasy for them, and would I be OK if I really knocked her up? At first I thought maybe they were looking for money or something, but as we talked I realized that they only really wanted a baby and that I would have no obligation towards the young - they would raise it. We got together three more times in the next couple of months, then he got a job out of town and they moved and we lost contact.
It was March of 2011 when she called me and asked if I wanted to come over. They had moved back to town and she said that she wanted me to make her cum like I used to and I was happy to oblige. When I arrived they both greeted me and she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom where to my surprise, and delight, she showed me her "miracle baby." She told me that there wasn't any doubt that it was mine. The sex that followed that night was fantastic and she grabbed the back of my head with both hands at one point as I thrust deep inside of her, and the look that she gave me I'll never forget; it said, "I am yours."

I'm a Bull forever now.

Really hot story. Nothing as exciting as when it's possible she could be impregnated and the bull is in her.

I have another one about this summer. I'm not sure if I should post it or not.

I'm not sure why you wouldn't? I for one would love to hear about it...

How do you feel about the cuck hubbies watching? Were you ever dominant towards them outside of the bedroom, in public or on dates etc?

Posting things about what I am doing is a little new to me as I tend to be a private permister, but sharing my experiences in an environment of people who understand how hot this is encourages me. Ninto: I have tended to be fairly polite in the past during three-somes or group settings, and have taken the "gentleman and good host" route when I have couples over to my place. The lightbulb didn't turn on for me about cuckolding until I stumred across this site and it got me thinking. There was one couple from NY that I was with a few times a year until they moved to NC. She was incredibly shy and he talked and talked - he was a manager in a sales office and I think talking was what he was best at. The first time we were together he laid out all the rules (literally in the bedroom of the hotel before we undressed) and then he just kind of froze up and went and sat down. I remember shrugging and thinking to myself, "ok WTF?" but she made the first move for my belt buckle and the rest was history - he sat and watched the whole thing and told me that he'd fuck her when they got home. Looking back at our times together since then, I realized that even though he was a big-shot salesman, when I was fucking his wife he was meek as a lamb, and if we went for takes first she was always almost on top of me - constantly in physical contact so any passer by would assume her and I were together and he was the friend... Again, I am having my eyes opened here and I think about past experiences and anticipate new ones in a whole different way now.
I do have another story that I have typed up but need to edit - it is a little "strange but true" and I want to make sure that I capture what really happened.

Please tell us more Moose,we beg you,thx,.. Did you hold hands with her,as you walked beside her hubby,in showing everyone,that you were lovers. My God,that would be fantastic if you did.

OK here is story #2. I've started to write down others too. 123123: to answer your question, the gal from my NY couple after the first time we were together always treated me like I was her man in the public places we went, and holding hands heading up to our hotel room was normal...

I had an eight week assignment that took me across the country to a fairly small town, and I pretty much lived in the hotel when I wasn't working, and I got to know the "regulars" who would come and take at the hotel bar enough to talk and joke around with them a bit. There is a closed community of Anabaptists who live in the rural area there and I saw them periodically in town to purchase supplies and whatnot, and I really didn't pay much attention to them as I grew up close to a Mennonite community and it seemed pretty normal to me to see horse-and-buggies on the main street.
One night while I was sitting at the hotel bar whiling away some time watching sports and having a beer, one of the men from this community sat down beside me. I know they don't take, so I turned to him and said hello in a friendly, and inquisitive kind of way, wondering what was up and thinking he was going to try to sell me home made jam or something. It was pretty much right out of that Harrimister Ford movie, "Witness" him in his hat, and beard, and plain clothes and he spoke with an accent although his English was perfect. Apparently because they are a closed community (no outsiders allowed to marry in) their gene pool is pretty small and cousins were marrying cousins and things were getting a little desperate - they needed new red to keep their community healthy. He explained this all to me like you would explain how to breed a horse - very matter-of-fact, and I'll be honest and say I had had a couple of beers and I listened intently, but I was thinking that someone had put this poor bastard up to talking to me and that at any second someone was going to tell me it was a joke. If the bar regulars were up to something, they were experts at not giving the punch line away because no one seemed to care that he was talking to me. He finished his talk by asking me if I would be interested in "breeding" his wife, and I almost fetishd. In a rush, having realized and accepted my place in the cuckold lifestyle I said, "Of course!" again, thinking that some bar regular was going to jump out and say, "gotcha!" but nothing happened. He simply nodded, got up and left.
I asked the bartender, seriously, did someone set me up? He said that they came in periodically and asked the non-locals to do this an that it was no big deal in terms of novelties as far as requests go, and he seemed pretty nonchalant about it so I took it as it was just something maybe just a little odd but nothing to really think about. I mean, who comes up to a complete stranger and asks that kind of thing?
Three nights later, same place at the bar, different hockey game on the TV, the guy comes in again with another guy, this one much younger. They sit on either side of me at the bar and he explains that the younger guy with him is the husband of the woman that they would like knocked up. I almost fell off the barstool. The younger man was very serious looking, looked young to me in his twenties for sure, and without even an introduction came right out and asked me if I wanted to, "breed" his wife. At this point I was laughing/cringing/hot as hell on the inside and thought, "why the hell not?" So again I said, "Sure" and he told me that he would pay me a hundred bucks to do the deed and at this I held my hands up and said, "Wait a minute" because I figured that this was FOR SURE now where the set up was, but there wasn't anyone around and he really did seem sincere. "Right, so I get to knock your wife up AND I get paid?" A Bull's fantasy for sure. He told me that if I was willing that they would take me out to his place so that it could be done there, and yes he would pay me. Without another word I grabbed my coat and we left.
A horse and buggy ride ensued down a gravel road to a farm as big as a shopping mall, and a maze of candle and lamp-lit rooms later I was standing in a hall outside of, presumably, a bedroom. The older man had gone, and the younger one was explaining to me that he was going to be in the room the entire time I was breeding his wife, and that, "providing pleasure" to her was strictly against the rules. I had to ask for clarification on what that meant exactly and he said, "No kissing, not oral sex, and she was not to orgasm." His wife was not to "enjoy" the experience lest she have lustful thoughts about me. Really? I mean, you are asking me to come here to fuck your wife, but you really don't want her to enjoy it? How backwards is that? I told him then that if she wasn't into this whole thing, that I wasn't really going to power her to do anything and that maybe I should go. He shook his head and waved his hands and told me that I would get to meet her and talk to her first and that unless we were both comfortable that nothing would happen.
He opened the door and took me into a room that I can only really describe as a hospital room of some kind right out of a Norman Rockwell painting, and there were scones on the wall with lamps burring but it was not well lit - almost like a romantic candlelight setting. His wife was dressed in a plain, white dress, that I think was probably an old-fashioned nightgown and she was sitting on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, and she was wearing a bonnet of some kind as well. She wouldn't look at me at first. All I could think of was that at some point the cops were going to jump out with guns drawn and arrest me, and so I looked at the young man and asked if this was his wife., and he said, "yes." He motioned for me to sit in a chair beside her, which I did gratefully, and he explained that she was here willingly and that they desired to have a baby and nothing more - they did not have any expectations of me as the man. I shook my head and told them that it wasn't that that bothered me, but I needed to know that this was something they wanted and not something that was expected. She looked at me, and smiled. She was pretty and plain in that get-up, and told me that they had been married for three years now and so far had no youngren. Her husband (the young fellow beside me) was twenty six, and she twenty three, and it was time they had a family. She said that she understood that I was nervous (lol! almost laughed when she said that) but that she did want this and she wanted ME to feel comfortable. At this point she reached over and put her hand on mine and patted it as if to say, "there there dear."
Fears relieved, I agreed that this seemed like a great idea all around and asked what we should do next. They looked at each other and nodded and she got up onto the examining table and he adjusted it so that she was sitting almost upright and there were two stirrups that swung out from it that she put her feet in. (Ya, I know, the breeding table!) It was almost too much for me because not only did it finally hit me that this was on, and on in a big way, but that this was my Bull fantasy once again coming to fruition. She climbed up and put her feet in the stirrups and he sat in a chair across the room and looked down at his boots.
Remember, this is all in very low candle/lamp light that flickers, and cast shadows were everywhere. I had an erection the size of the Empire State Building and so I unbuckled my jeans and let them fall to the floor, and showed her my eight inch little guy at attention as I walked over to her.
The best part is that she is looking at me right in the eye the whole time I am walking over and I realize that she is in fact a really pretty girl. The way the light and the shadows caught her eyes, accentuate her cheekbones made her a lot older than she wass, but in a good way. I walk up in between her legs and lift up the nightgown and she puts her hands on it and looks over at him to make sure he doesn't see, so I don't actually get to see her pussy. My fingers do all the translating though; her legs aren't shaved, and her pussy has a nice thick bush. I look over at the husband who is doing his best not to look at us; like a good cuck, and I take my fingers and run them up her slit across her clit, where I am pleasantly surprised to find her not only very wet, but that she also had huge labia; I love huge labia and this was just icing on the cake for me. She adjusts her hips while, and with one hand still holding the nightgown down, she reaches around my waist with the other and pulls me in, never taking her eyes from mine.
It is hard to describe the feeling I had as I guided my cock into her tight little pussy, and her willingness, no, eagerness made me think that she craved for something more than that boy and his little pecker taking ten seconds to cum in her and then roll off of her in the dark. I had the distinct feeling that she was living out some fantasy of her own that she never thought would ever be possible, and that she was going to make the most of it. She gasped as I entered her, and he looked up and then right back down again. She looked at him and then back to me and gave me a shy, almost embarrassed smile that said that he was indeed a Little Man in the cock department. Knowing this, I was gentle sliding all the way in and out slowly so that she could get used to the difference in size, and it got me to thinking that she had probably never had an orgasm from fucking seeing as it seemed like she was not supposed to enjoy things. With that In mind I set about to make sure that she remembered me for the rest of her life...
Now the rules were clear to me - she was not to enjoy this lest she fall in love/lust with me and not her husband, but I was in a position where as a good Bull I was not going to leave any lady unsatisfied especially in the face of an inferior husband and lover, and so as I slowly pumped in and out of her gradually getting faster and faster, I reached under that nightgown and rubbed her huge clit with my thumb and finger. Her eyes went wide and she looked from me to him and back to me, and she realized that he hadn't noticed, and I nodded as if to say to her that it was all right; enjoy yourself for once. She closed her eyes and put her head back and bit her lip because she knew that if she made any noise at all that her husband would figure it out, and that would be it, so she had to be quiet.
I pumped a little faster now and moved my thumb and finger in greater speed as well and she clenched her thighs, and her teeth, and she opened her eyes and stared at me with pure lust, which I have to admit knowing these people to be pious/religious and let's be honest in my mind somewhat naive, this was unnerving for a few seconds, then I realized that I was her Bull and she was loving my cock and that forever would she remember this night and where we were didn't matter, just that it felt so damned good.
It was all I could do then and I grunted despite myself, and shot a huge load into her. She must have seen it in my face because I could feel her pussy tighten on my cock and she came at the same time as I did, but she hid it very, very well; her head thrust forward as if she were giving birth, and I could feel the walls of her pussy clenching and releasing over and over on my cock. The husband still did not look up as I held my cock inside of her, and in a move that I can only describe as pure drama on my part, I pretended to slump across her as if I were exhausted, and I whispered in her ear, "Has he ever done that for you before?" She turned her head slightly as if to reply, or even kiss me, but the husband was on his feet and walking over to me saying something about being finished, so I straightened up and pulled out, and retrieved my underwear and pants. As he headed for the door and opened it he gestured for me to leave the room, but I stopped, turned around, and looked at my lover, and I will never forget the dazzling smile that gave me. If you have ever been on the recieving end of one of those smiles, you know exactly how it made me feel...
It seemed then that as our business was concluded it was all he could do to get me out of there, and we zigzagged back out through a maze of hallways, between buildings in the dark, and back into town. We rode in total silence and our horse and buggy ride was almost at a gallop back to my hotel. As I went to get out of the carriage, I went to shake his hand, but he l just looked forward and held onto the reins and took off; I guess my cuck had some pride after all.
My contract ended about two weeks later and I went back home and never saw either one of them again. Come to think of it, he never paid me that hundred bucks either. Oh well, the experience was worth it!

I know a lot of posts here are more as-it-is-happening, so my stories are all in the past and I am taking a little liberty of trying to flesh them out in narrative form rather than just bullet-form facts. This story pre-dates the first one I posted and again, as I have thought about some of the women I have been with I have realized the cuck/bull theme that seems to be running through it. Hope you enjoy this one - don't hesitate to post comments.

My second real girlfriend and I dated for about five years in my early twenties. We were both in college and while we didn't live together we did see each other almost everyday. The sex was plentiful, daily sometimes more than once, and it was normal for us to have another girl with us every now and then as my girlfriend was bi. We broke up for a few reamisters: I was moving to another city to do an advanced college degree, and we had drifted apart. Having only ever had two real girlfriends as well I figured that I should see what else is out there before committing to a long distance relationship. Our contact dwindled over time and then stopped all together after a couple of years.
I saw her again at a big state fair when I was engaged to my wife. My old girlfriend hadn't changed much and it was a little awkward but it had been years so there really were no hard feelings anymore, and I left the encounter at that. When my wife and I divorced ten years later I had a call from my folks saying my old girlfriend had been by their place for a visit. This wasn't unusual as my parents had really liked her and since it had been so long since we had seen each other a drop-in visit really was fine.
I think it was about the same time that I opened a social media account and with days had dozens of "friends" new and old who found me and added me. I thought maybe that she might be one of them, but she wasn't. I couldn't tell you exactly how long it was before her and I were "friends" in this environment or who added who, but eventually we started talking. I found out that she had gotten married and had two boys, one four and one two. Her page didn't have any photos of her husband and had no mention of him anywhere either, but I know that some people like their page just to be about them - it isn't a couples page it is theirs, so I thought nothing of it.
I asked her at one point to go for lunch and that is where the story really starts. We both had aged in twenty years although she was still as pretty as I remembered her. She brought me up to speed with what had been happening with her family and the boneheaded things her brother was still doing, and we left the lunch date with a promise to do it again. While I can't say that I had any real expectations, I do still have a VHS copy of a home movie we made of us fucking when we were in our twenties, and I dusted it off and watched it. I couldn't believe how hot it made me watching it after all this time. The camera work is sloppy, and the TV is on in the background and you can hear the announcer calling the ball game, but it still made me want to fuck her more than ever, even though it had been twenty years since we had been together.
We kept in touch and agreed to meet for a take after work and we talked for an hour or so and then I worked up a little nerve and told her that I had watched out old movies. She was surprised that they still existed and I asked her if she wanted a copy. To my surprise she said that she did, so I went home and made a digital copy and emailed it to her. In the email I told her that I had always wished that her and I had had youngren, and she admitted to still having feelings for me as well. We ended up sharing some sexy pics back and forth and she described how great the sex between us had been, and how lousy it was now. She said that she was even hornier now than she had been at twenty (hard to imagine because she was damned near insatiable then) and that her husband really didn't know what he was doing in the bedroom. I empathized with her situation and told her that I would fuck her anytime that she wanted to, but she was adamant that she would not cheat on her husband. Undeterred I suggested that he come along and watch - no cheating if he is participating, right? She told me that she didn't think he would go for it but that she would find a way to broach the subject. I didn't hear anything from her for weeks so I figured that was that, and let it go.
Then one night about eleven o'clock my phone rang and it was her. I could tell that she had been takeing, and she said, "We're at (insert address) and we'd like you to come over. Are you free?" It took me a second for what she was asking to sink in and I agreed and said that I would be right over. She told me not to ring the doorbell because it would wake up her kids, and then she hung up. I quickly showered and dressed and drove over there like a mad man. The lights seemed to be off in her house, and as I walked up the driveway, the door opened a crack and a hand came out and beckoned me inside. When I got to the door, everything inside was pitch dark, and the door closed behind me and I stood in complete silence. My eyes adjusted a little, and I realized that she was standing beside me completely naked. I could smell wine on her breath and she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want you to come upstairs and fuck me." Talking my hand she led me up a set of narrow stairs, and down a hallway into a large master bedroom. The room was lit with candles but the blinds were drawn. She had an old fashioned king sized pine bedroom set, and there was a large armchair in the corner. Sitting in the chair was, presumably, her husband. He was dressed, and he had a high-ball glass in one hand, and there was a bottle of scotch on the table beside him. He had a long take of scotch but didn't say anything as I was led into the room by his naked, and somewhat inebriated wife.
She sat down on the bed and quickly undid my belt buckle and got my jeans and underwear to the floor. When we had dated she called my cock, "the big guy" and my balls were named, "Juan" and "Rico." I have no idea now how she came up with those particular names, but when she saw my erect dick for the first time in twenty years, she greeted it and my balls by name and I laughed; I'd forgotten about that. She sucked on me slowly, licking everything she could put her mouth near, and she moaned softly. I asked her if she missed my cock, and she said, "I haven't had a real cock in a long time." I looked at her husband to see what he would say to that, but he only took another take and kept watching.
She had always loved to have her nipples sucked, licked, and played with, and one of the first times when we had been together and gone down on her, she told me that she had no idea what she had done to deserve such "special treatment." It became out code/catch-phrase for eating pussy, and she released my cock from her mouth with one big slurp, and lay back on the bed and said, "Don't I deserve a little special treatment now?" Licking her pussy was everything that I had remembered: she was always receptive to my tongue on her clit and fingers of one hand inside her soppy hole, and thumb and forefinger of the other twirling her nipple and pinching it. She had always liked it best when I came inside of her, and she liked to cum on my cock rather than my fingers, and she got right to the edge and pulled my head away, and looked at me and said, "time to fuck me." I stood up straight and guided my cock towards her glorious pussy, when I heard him say something for the first time. "No condom? I thought we agreed that he was using a condom?" I stopped cold. It has been my permisteral experience that if a couple hasn't totally agreed on something like this, that you as the other guy don't want to get involved in the decision making. She was in no mood to hear from him though and cut the whole argument off at the knees.
"He's fixed" she said, "and he is going to fuck me bareback." She turned back to me and reached down and grabbed my cock and pulled me towards her. Eager now, I was inside of her in no time and began pumping like a mad man. Her and I had always fit together well and there was never any issue of her being able to take all of me as I had found with some other lovers. She was trying not to make too much noise because her small youngren were arelax in the next room, but every third or fourth thrust she would let out a grunt and close her eyes and tip her head backwards. I could feel her pussy start to tighten up which was always a sign that she was going to cum, and then she said the most amazing thing. "Cum in me. I want your baby in me.... give me a baby girl. Give me your baby!" I don't know if this had been talked about before between them or not, but he didn't say a word as I clenched my teeth and unloaded my seed inside of her. I held the "big guy" in her for a couple of minutes as she continued to have small orgasms; looking me in the eye, and biting her lip, and whispering, "oh ya" over and over again.
Finally I went soft enough to flop out of her and she quickly reached down with her hand to keep my cum from coming out of her. She moved herself back up onto the bed and tilted her hips up so that all of my seed would stay inside, and she looked at her husband, and then to me, and said, "why don't you go and I'll talk to you later?" Always astute for clues about when it is time to leave these kind of situations, I got up and dressed and let myself out.
I didn't hear from her for a couple of days which can either be a good thing or a bad thing depending on why. It ended up being a good thing in this situation, and she sent me a text saying that everything was fine at home, and thanked me for a wonderful time. She said that she hadn't been fucked properly in a long time and that she hoped that her husband had gotten the message that he needed to step up his game. Then she asked me if I had had a vasectomy. I hesitated a second before replying, but the deed was done now anyway so I told her that I hadn't. It was several minutes before I got back an, "I see" text from her and I figured that would be it.
It was several days later when I got another text from her. I had told her about the woman I had knocked up, and she asked me what the sex of the baby was. Curious, I told her that it was a girl. She knew that I had a flower with my wife as well, and her reply was, "good." Good? What does "good" mean? She wouldn't answer. I knew that there was something going on, and that the best offence at this point was a good defence so I held off on sending her anything, but she sent me a simple text back: "I'm late." To which I replied and asked if that was good, and she replied, "Very " I texted back and said that her and I should meet and talk about this, and she agreed.
Three weeks later we were sitting in a cafe down the street from her place. It is hard to describe the way that she looked other than to say that she was glowing; she had a look of complete contentment on her face. I asked her, "Why did you let me fuck you bareback like that? Do you really want to have a baby?" She smiled at me and gave me one of those looks only lovers share and said, "I don't regret marrying my husband and we have a great life together despite the lousy sex. He is a good man, and I love my boys. I don't see that situation changing at all." She must have seen the look on my face because she reached over and put her hand on mine and looked me right in the eye. "You and I always shared something though that I have never had again, and even though we didn't end up together, we will always have a connection." She gave me a big smile and reached with her other hand and put it on her stomach. "I'm carrying your young. My husband and I agreed that we are going to raise it and we have no expectations from you, but I wanted you to know."
I had a lot of mixed feelings about it for a while but a little over eight months later my flower was born. I wasn't at the hospital for the birth but I did get to see her a few days later, and we named her, "Angel." I have only seen her a couple of times in the last ten years, but I do stay in touch with her lady and we still go for coffee and talk about how hot that night was...

Nicely played...
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out