Bull Interviews the Cuckold Couple
The email arrived at 11:17 the next morning while David was in the middle of a risk-model run.
Subject: Your Private Consultation – Executive Bull Services From: Sasi <consult@exec**ivebull.**yc>
David stared at it for a full minute before opening. The body was short, precise, and somehow more intimate than any corporate email he had ever received.
Mr. Hale, Thank you for your application. I have reviewed your profile and the details you provided. I would like to conduct a preliminary video consultation this evening at 8:30 PM to assess compatibility and answer any questions you or your wife may have. The call will last approximately forty-five minutes. Please confirm and share a secure link.
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Regards, Sasi
David’s cock stirred the moment he read the name. He typed a shaky confirmation, then spent the rest of the day in a fog of spreadsheets and half-erections.
Lauren came home at seven, still in her work blouse and pencil skirt, hair pinned up, the faint scent of the hedge-fund office clinging to her. She looked exhausted and beautiful. David told her the truth in pieces — that he had found someone, that it was professional, that the man wanted to speak to both of them on video first.
She didn’t explode. She didn’t laugh. She simply set her bag down, looked at him for a long moment, and said, “All right. Let’s hear what he has to say.”
At 8:27 David opened the encrypted link. The screen resolved into a clean video window. Sasi appeared in a sharply tailored navy suit, white shirt open at the collar, seated in what looked like a private study with dark wood and soft lamplight. He looked exactly like his photograph and nothing like it at the same time — older in presence, calmer, more real.
“Good evening, David,” Sasi said. His voice was deep, lightly accented, and carried no trace of performance. “Thank you for joining. Is Lauren with you?”
“She’s… she’ll be here in a moment.”
Sasi nodded once, as if that were perfectly acceptable. “While we wait, let me be direct. I only work with couples who are both fully informed and genuinely curious. This is not therapy. It is not role-play. It is a deliberate, time-limited arrangement designed to achieve a specific outcome — conception through superior genetics while the husband remains present and supportive. Before we discuss logistics, I need to understand three things: your medical histories, your exact boundaries, and the emotional texture of what you both want.”
David’s mouth had gone dry. He answered the medical questions first — Lauren’s age, cycle regularity, no known issues, his own sperm analysis from two years ago that had shown low motility. Sasi took notes without judgment.
Then came the harder part.
“And the fantasy itself,” Sasi said. “You wrote that you wish to watch another man breed your wife. Tell me what that means to you in practical terms. Do you want to be in the same room? Do you want to participate in any physical way? Do you want to clean her afterward?”
David’s face burned. His cock was fully hard now, trapped against his thigh. He shifted in the chair. “I… I want to watch. I don’t want to touch her while it’s happening. But after… yes. I want to clean her. I want to taste what you leave in her.”
Sasi’s expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes sharpened with approval. “Good. Clarity is important. And Lauren — does this idea arouse you as well, or is it primarily David’s desire?”
Lauren’s voice came from the doorway behind him. “Both.”
She had changed into black yoga leggings and a cropped white sports bra, her toned midriff bare, hair loose. She looked like she had come straight from a late class, but her eyes were bright and alert. She pulled a chair beside David and sat, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her thigh.
Sasi’s gaze moved to her without hurry. “Hello, Lauren. Thank you for joining. May I ask — what part of this arrangement interests you most?”
She was quiet for a moment, then answered with the same directness Sasi used. “The idea of being… claimed. Properly. By someone who knows what he’s doing. And knowing David is watching. It scares me a little. But it also makes me wet.”
David’s cock jerked so hard he had to bite the inside of his cheek.
Sasi continued as if they were discussing quarterly projections. He asked about her cycle, when she typically ovulated, whether she was willing to go off birth control immediately. He explained the first meeting would be in a public but private space — drinks, conversation, chemistry check. Only if all three felt the alignment would they proceed to a hotel suite for the initial session.
“There will be no pressure,” he said. “If at any point either of you wishes to stop, we stop. My only requirement is honesty. I do not work with couples who are performing for each other.”
He turned his attention back to David. “Your role, should we proceed, will be strictly observational during the act itself. You will sit where I place you. You will not speak unless invited. Afterward, you will be expected to care for your wife — physically and emotionally. That includes cleaning her with your mouth. Is that still what you want?”
David’s voice came out rough. “Yes.”
Sasi nodded. “Then we will meet in three days. I will send the location. Wear something that makes you both feel confident. Lauren, I would like to see you in something that shows your body — not for me, but because I want you to feel the reality of what you are offering.”
Lauren’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t look away. “All right.”
The call ended at 9:12. The screen went dark.
For several long seconds neither of them moved. Then Lauren turned to him. Her hand found the hard ridge in his trousers and squeezed once, firmly.
“You’re leaking through your pants,” she whispered. There was wonder in her voice, and something hotter. “You really want this.”
David swallowed. “I want you to have it. I want to watch you have it.”
She kissed him then — slow, deep, tasting of the mint she had chewed during the call. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark.
“Three days,” she said. “I’m going off the pill tomorrow.”
David groaned softly. Lauren stood, took his hand, and led him toward the bedroom. They didn’t make it to the bed. She pushed him against the wall just inside the door, dropped to her knees, and took him into her mouth with a hunger that felt new. He came in less than a minute, gasping her name, one hand tangled in her hair while the other braced against the exposed brick.
Later, lying tangled in the sheets, Lauren traced lazy circles on his chest.
“I’m nervous,” she admitted. “But I’m also… excited in a way I haven’t been in years.”
David pulled her closer. Outside, the city glittered. Inside, the decision had been made.
In three days they would meet Sasi in person.
And nothing would be the same after that.