One thing I want to make clear, I'm not a Bull. I suppose being a Bull is an honorable profession or avocation, but it's not the same. Bulls fuck existing cuckold couples. Most of the time the couples have been doing it for some time or the husband or wife has been thinking about a cuckolding marriage. Not very challenging in my opinion. Not very dangerous either.
I'm a member of Cuckolders Inc. We're cuckolders, men that deliberately find susceptible wives, faithful wives and fuck them to cuck their husbands. Then we force their wives to continue doing it in front of their husbands.
As a nonprofit corporation in California, we have a president and all the bells and whistles. We were incorporated under the name of Cuckolders Inc.
The most successful members seem to sense potential cuckold couples. There have been a few that seem to just use trial and error. They are the ones that seem to just disappear eventually, often the bodies are never found.
So, what motivates us? The sex is obvious. For most of us though, it's a lot more than that. I enjoy watching the faithful wife's face as she feels my cock entering her for the first time. I love seeing the emotions that cross her face: arousal, fear, anxiety, anticipation, and self-hatred. The self-hatred is because of what they are doing to their husband. Her emotions as she comes for me for the first time are exquisite, a combination of arousal, bliss, satisfaction, and fear. Fear, what fucking me means to her life.
I also enjoy seeing the emotions on the husband's face later when he gets to see us fuck. As he sees us naked, me handling his wife's tits and pussy, my cock nearing her entrance, my cock entering her, her obvious ecstasy as she comes. I see the angst, fear, arousal, and self-hatred. The self-hatred at not being able to stop me and at the same time enjoying watching their wife being violated. Violated by my cock.
There is also a sense of power. I have been responsible for the change in their marriage. I did it. I made him a cuckold. He's a cuckold as long as they stay married even if she doesn't continue doing it. I like to keep in touch at least once a year. I do enjoy repeat performances. This seems to be more or less universal among our successful members.
It feels so good coming in someone else's wife. Feeling my cum release in her cunt. Knowing it's her first. Not her first time being fucked. Her first time making her husband a cuckold. The rush as I release my cum inside her, the first new sperm spraying inside her pussy.
I'm constantly looking for new possibilities and targets, I often have more than one in progress. I once had four at various stages. In the first stage, I was just getting introduced to, another, I was at the kissing and touching stage. still another I had fucked once but not in front of the husband yet. At stage four, I was fucking Sue regularly. in front of Ralph, her husband. I do try to be careful to limit the stage four couples to one. I do have a limit you know.
I'd seen Katie and Sean at a few parties and the theatre. If I was Spider-Man I'd say my spidey sense went off. I'm not, so I can't. I do seem to sense when I meet couples that are vulnerable to me, though
They both were, that's a requirement in the cuckolder avocation. It can be dangerous if the husband doesn't agree.
I'd found out that Katie and Sean were active in a group trying to help the homeless. Now, I don't have anything against the homeless, but I wasn't really there to help them, I was prospecting for my hobby and I had decided on Katie and Sean. Katie was the secretary taking minutes and Sean was, well, there. This was a definite campaign, seduce Katie, fuck her, and then do it again in front of Sean.
When the group went to the city council meeting about an issue of police harassment. Katie and I and six others were there, we were without Sean, who had to work. After the meeting, I invited everyone to meet for coffee afterward. It ended up being me, Katie, Bill, and Susan. Bill and Susan left first so I used the opportunity to become friendly with Katie. I learned where she grew up, where she went to college, and what her job was. I learned she was interested in various science subjects. Astronomy cosmology, evolution, and anthropology were just a few we talked about.
When I discovered Sean was going to be in an out-of-town golf tournament without Katie. I looked for a talk or something science-related that I thought she might be interested in. I found something at the local college planetarium on the evolution of the Milky Way galaxy.
I called Katie after I got the tickets saying a friend and I were planning to go except his job had a sudden problem. Then I said that I heard she was going to be a golfing widow this weekend and I had an extra ticket. So?
It worked. I picked her up at her house so parking would be easier and so I could invite her for dinner afterward. The talk was interesting and informative. As we left the talk I invited her to dinner while driving her home. We picked a place on the way to her home. Yes, I was making progress.
Again, I enjoyed the conversation at dinner and made more progress. I was able to hold her hand. Well, I kissed her, as I helped her into the car, and as I let her out at her door. Real kisses. One hand held her close and the other, held her head as we kissed.
I could see her hesitating as she said good night. I took her hand and pulled her close again and kissed her neck and one hand brushed her breasts. Lightly but several times, both breasts. She asked me, "Um unless...would you like to have some coffee? Ah, come in instead of leaving?"
I moved my kiss to her mouth and, my brushing her breasts became caressing her tits. And I whispered, " I'd love to come in..." my tongue went exploring in her mouth, "you, but, no. not now." I finished. Still, I kept kissing her with my hand on her tits.
"I'm going to regret this and I want you ... uh, to regret this too. I want you to remember my restraint and know I am not going to next time, I may not stop."
I was able to leave and get in the car and drive a block before I pulled over so I could recover. I still felt it was the right thing to do. Both for her and my eventual success. I continued after cleaning myself.
I started texting her, innocent texts. Well, they were almost innocent texts, the next day, just to keep me in her mind
When I met them at another homeless meeting I was able to get her alone. All I did was say, "I still regret leaving." And kissed her. Promising more soon. Leaving her standing there.
A couple of weeks after the planetarium, I invited her to lunch near her work. When we talked it was general social talk until at the end I took both hands and told her, " Katie, I still regret leaving. I want you to know I still want...you know what I want. Just remember what I want and what I said."
Sean is an avid golfer and two weeks later I found out he was going to another out-of-town tournament. I called Katie, "I understand Sean is going to another golf tournament in Fresno. A two-day tournament?"
Katie replied hesitating,"Yeah, he is. He's excited because ah, he thinks he has a chance to do well there." She paused, waiting, knowing what I wanted.
