This story was created as an example in my confession of how I, a deliberate classic alpha male, would hope to be cuckolded. Of importance, this dynamic is the result of finding something to explore and exploit beyond more of the typical cuckold dynamics: instinct vs deliberate.
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So here is my painting of “The Instinctual Bull”
The bull represents raw, untamed sexual instinct. His role is to embody unbridled desire and dominance. He acts on his and your wife’s impulse, pursuing the sexual encounter without much forethought. He exudes confidence and dominance in the sexual encounters with your wife by focusing on raw, intense pleasure. The bull is not invested emotionally in the encounter because he sees them as purely physical releases for your wife and him.
So here is my painting of you as “The Deliberate Cuck”
You would enjoy orchestrating the encounters, setting the scene, and strategizing the dynamics at play. You would invests emotionally in the dynamic, feeling a mix of humiliation, excitement, and pleasure from the power exchange that is watching your wife with a man who responds to her instinctually. I think there’d still be some level of control, but being denied that control because your wife is enjoying the primal spontaneity would be delicious.
From your POV as a deliberate cuckold. A fantasy ramble:
You're in the living room, the lights dimmed, creating an intimate yet tense atmosphere. Your wife, I’ll call her Lisa, is on the couch, her eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she anticipates what's to come. You've planned this night for weeks, every detail meticulously thought out. You're a deliberate man, your life a series of calculated moves, and tonight is no different. Her lingerie is stunning.
You've brought in a bull, a man named Jake, who is everything you're not. He's spontaneous, instinctual, a man of pure, unbridled passion. You've chosen him for Lisa, knowing that his raw energy will ignite a fire in her that you, with your deliberate touch, can only dream of.
Jake enters the room, his eyes immediately locking onto Lisa. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't plan, he simply acts on his desire. He pulls her to her feet, his hands roaming her body, his mouth crashing onto hers. Lisa melts into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body arching against his. You watch, your heart pounding, your cock hardening, as Jake's hands explore every curve, every crevice of Lisa's body.
You, on the other hand, remain still, your breathing controlled, your movements calculated. You're a voyeur in your own home, a cuckold by choice, deriving pleasure from the raw, unfiltered passion playing out before you. You've always been deliberate, even in your love-making, but Jake, he's a force of nature, a whirlwind of lust and desire.
Jake lifts Lisa effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carries her to the bedroom. You follow, your steps measured, your heart still pounding. You watch as Jake lays her on the bed, his body covering hers, his hips grinding against her. He's not gentle, not deliberate, he's pure, unadulterated lust, and Lisa is eating it up.
You sit on the chair in the corner, your cock aching, your mind racing. You want to join, to be a part of it, but you know your place. You're the deliberate one, the planner, the one who set this up. You're the cuckold, and you're loving every second of it.
Jake's clothes are off, his body a work of art, muscles rippling, tattoos dancing. He enters Lisa in one swift movement, her back arching, her mouth opening in a silent scream. You watch, your hand on your cock, as Jake fucks her, his movements wild, uncontrolled, purely instinctual.
You stroke yourself, your movements deliberate, matching the rhythm of Jake's wild thrusts. You're a contrast, a study in opposites. You're the calm to Jake's storm, the deliberate to his instinctual. And Lisa, she's loving every second of it. Her eyes are on Jake, her body moving with his, her moans filling the room.
Jake, turns to you, a smug smile on his face. "You know, Lisa here was just telling me how you like to plan everything, down to the last detail. It's cute, really, but it's no fun." He chuckles, shaking his head. "I mean, who needs that when you can just fucking go with the flow, right, Lisa?"
Lisa, her cheeks flushed, looks at you with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Jake's right, honey. Sometimes I just want to let go, you know? You're always so… calculated. It's like you're more of a robot than a man." She bites her lip, looking back at Jake. "He can't just be spontaneous, can he?"
You feel a sting of humiliation, but your cock twitches at the same time. You know you're a deliberate man, and they're right, you plan everything, but it's who you are. "I just like to make sure everything is perfect," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Not all of us can just… act on impulse."
Jake laughs, a deep, throaty sound. "Act on impulse? You make it sound like a bad thing. Life's too short to plan every fucking second, man. Sometimes you just gotta let go and fuck, you know?" He turns to Lisa, pulling her close. " Isn't that right, baby? You need a real man to take control and fuck you like you deserve."
Lisa moans softly, her eyes never leaving Jake's. "Yes," she whispers. "I need a real man. Someone who isn't afraid to just… take me."
You feel a fresh wave of humiliation, but also a surge of arousal. You know they're right, you're deliberate, you plan, you calculate. But they're also enjoying this, enjoying the contrast between your controlled nature and Jake's wild abandon. "I just want to make sure you're happy, Lisa," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jake grins, a wicked glint in his eye. "Happy? She's fucking ecstatic, can't you see? She needs a real man to fuck her, not some calculator with a dick.“
(Or a bit more humiliating)
Jake, still smirking, turns to you with a mocking glint in his eye. "You know, Lisa was just telling me how you like to map out your sex life like a fucking spreadsheet. Dates, times, positions – it's like you're scheduling a fucking business meeting, not making love to your wife." He shakes his head, laughing. "Who does that? You're like a fucking robot, man."
Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and arousal. "He's not wrong, honey. Sometimes I just want to be surprised, you know? Taken. Fucked. Not… not planned. You're always so clinical. You should see your face when you're on top of me, it's like you're solving a fucking math problem, not making love to your wife." She turns to Jake, her voice a purr. "Jake here knows how to fuck a woman. He doesn't need a fucking manual."
You feel a fresh wave of humiliation, your face flushing with embarrassment. You know they're right, but hearing it out loud is a different kind of torture. "I just want to make sure I'm meeting your needs, Lisa," you say, your voice tight. "Not all of us can just… wing it."
Jake scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain. "Wing it? You make it sound like a bad thing. You know what I think? I think you're afraid. Afraid to let go, afraid to just fuck. Afraid to be a real man." He turns to Lisa, pulling her close again. "Show him, baby. Show him what a real man does to a woman."
Lisa grins, her eyes never leaving Jake's. She turns to you, her voice a mocking purr. "You see, honey, a real man knows what a woman wants before she even knows it herself. He doesn't need a fucking flowchart. He just… knows. He takes control, he takes what he wants, and he fucks me like I deserve to be fucked." She turns back to Jake, her voice a whisper. "Show me, Jake. Show me what a real man does."
Jake grins, a wicked glint in his eye. "With pleasure, baby." He turns to you, his voice a mocking growl. "You see this, cuck? This is how a real man does it. No planning, no calculating, no fucking spreadsheets. Just raw, unfiltered instinct. Now watch and learn, little man. Maybe one day you'll grow a pair and join the race." He turns to Lisa, his voice a purr. "Now, baby, let's give this little robot a show he'll never forget."
(And it’s time for a very intense passionate show)
You watch, your heart pounding in your chest, as Jake and Lisa move together in a dance of raw, unfiltered passion. Jake's hands are everywhere, touching, grabbing, exploring every inch of Lisa's body with a hunger that's almost feral. His mouth is on hers, his tongue invading, dominating, and Lisa is moaning, her body arching against his, her nails digging into his back. She’s feeding into this. Enjoying but also performing.
You can see the sweat glistening on their skin, hear the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, the harsh, ragged breaths they're taking. His cock slamming into her pussy. It's primal, animalistic, and it's unlike anything you've ever witnessed. You're used to the deliberate, the calculated, the planned, but this… this is a wildfire, and you're just a bystander, watching it burn.
Jake flips Lisa onto her hands and knees, his hands gripping her hips with a force that's almost brutal. He enters her from behind, a single, powerful thrust that makes Lisa cry out, her back arching, her head throwing back. Her eyes make contact with you. He starts to move, his hips snapping against hers, each thrust powerful, relentless, driven by pure, unadulterated instinct.
"You like that, baby?" Jake growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You like it when I fuck you like an animal? When I take what's mine?" Lisa can only moan in response, her body moving back against his, meeting his thrusts with a fervor that matches his own. "That's it, baby," Jake purrs. "Fuck me back. Show me how much you want it."
You watch, your cock aching, your breath coming in ragged gasps, as Jake's body slams against Lisa's, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room. Jake's face is a mask of pure, unfiltered lust, his eyes locked onto Lisa's body, his teeth bared in a feral snarl. He's a man possessed, driven by instinct, by need, by desire, and Lisa is right there with him, her body moving in sync with his, her moans filling the air, a symphony of pure, unadulterated passion. The sex is as rough as yours, but it feels, looks, sounds different.
Jake reaches around, his hand finding Lisa's clit, his fingers rubbing, circling, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Lisa's moans turn to screams, her body tensing, her back arching, and you know she's close, you know she's about to shatter. She does this with you. Jake leans over her, his voice a low, dangerous growl in her ear. "Cum for me, baby," he demands. "Cum for me like the little slut you are."
And Lisa does, her body convulsing, her scream splitting the air, her orgasm tearing through her like a storm. Jake follows soon after, his body tensing, his teeth bared in a silent roar, his release pouring into Lisa in hot, powerful jets.
You watch, your heart pounding, your body aching, as Jake and Lisa collapse onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. You're humiliated, degraded, but also aroused, turned on by the raw, unfiltered passion you've just witnessed. You're the deliberate one, the planner, the cuckold, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
(I think sloppy seconds works)
Jake, still panting and glazed with sweat, pulls out of Lisa and rolls off of her, a satisfied smirk on his face. He looks over at you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and mockery. "Your turn, cuck," he says, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "You can have your sloppy seconds now."
Lisa turns to you, her chest heaving, her body flushed and glistening. She smirks, a wicked glint in her eye. "Come on, honey," she purrs, patting the bed beside her. "Show me what you've got. Show me if you can keep up with a real man."
You feel a surge of humiliation and a twist of arousal as you stand and walk towards the bed. You know what you are… a deliberate planner, a cuckold by choice. You strip off your clothes, your movements precise and controlled, a stark contrast to the wild abandon you just witnessed.
As you climb onto the bed, Lisa reaches out and grabs your cock, her grip firm and demanding. "Fuck me, honey," she whispers, her voice a mix of challenge and desire. "Show me how a deliberate man fucks."
You position yourself between her legs, your heart pounding in your chest. You lean down, kissing her gently, your touch deliberate and measured. You enter her slowly, your movements controlled, each thrust calculated to hit the spots that you know drive her wild. You can feel Jake's seed mixing with your pre-cum, a physical reminder of your role as the cuckold.
Lisa moans, her hips moving to meet your thrusts, but you can tell her mind is still on Jake, on the raw, unfiltered passion he brought to the table. You pick up the pace, your body moving with a deliberate rhythm, your breath coming in controlled gasps. You're fucking her, but you know it's not the same. You're not Jake, and she knows it. The sex may be as rough, as aggressive, as dominant but it’s just not that
You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your movements becoming more urgent. You lean down, your voice a low, desperate whisper in her ear. "I love you, Lisa," you say, your voice tight with emotion. "I love you so fucking much."
Lisa moans in response, her body arching against yours, but you can tell her mind is still elsewhere. You come with a shudder, your release pouring into her, a final, desperate claim on the woman you love.
As you collapse beside her, spent and humiliated, Jake chuckles from his spot on the bed. "That was cute, cuck," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Really fucking cute. Now go clean up. You're making a mess."
You look over at Lisa, her eyes already closing, a soft smile on her lips as she drifts off to sleep, her body sated and exhausted. You feel a pang of longing, of love, of humiliation. You are the deliberate cuck, and this is your role. You kiss Lisa gently on the forehead, then stand and walk to the bathroom, your steps measured, your heart heavy.
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Thanks for reading,
Kyle