When I shared this cuckolding encounter with the Cuckolders Inc. meeting, everyone asked me to share it on KeylimePi’s site on Lush. None of the other members had experience with anything like it. Eventually, Jim told me to get on the ball and get the story to him, so he could post it, so I finally decided to get it written up to be posted.I was at a fundraiser for the new Memorial Hospital Neonatal Unit when a guy named Nate introduced himself. What he wanted, was to meet me for coffee sometime soon. When I asked why, he equivocated and said he had a question that he didn’t want to discuss here.I was in a good mood because I’d just had a breakthrough with Dana and Gary. I’d fucked Dana in front of Gary for the first time just two days earlier. Any first time is wonderful, and this one was especially gratifying. I’d had an unusually hard time getting Dana to agree to let Gary know he was a cuckold. When I finally forced Dana to make him aware she was cuckolding him, it turned out she reveled in her power over him.The period after a husband is made aware—the period when the husband knows I’m screwing his wife and he can’t stop me—gives me a sense of euphoria that has to be experienced. Dana’s exhilaration after finally making Gary aware she was fucking me and cuckolding him was off the charts. She had no idea how much she would enjoy being able to be open about it. I knew she’d never go back to being a monogamous wife, and I had to stay to enjoy all the frantic sex she wanted.Anyway, I finally said yes and agreed to meet at The Coffee Being on Freeport Blvd.When we met, Nate started, “Um, Allen, um, I’m pretty sure I have the right Allen. I got your name from Mary and Paul, Mary and Paul Whittaker. They met you at church camp, right? I didn’t get the name, but they said they met you at church camp. I also talked to Cindy and Mel, and they said, um.”I slowly answered, “I think… um, I think I remember meeting a Mary and Paul something at camp. We were all working there, I think. Why?”Nate replied, “They mentioned, ah, mentioned some things that happened there at night.””What did they mention happening? What do you want?” I was getting nervous because they were the first couple I’d introduced to cuckolding. I don’t talk about previous conquests with anyone, by name at least.Nate hesitated then blurted, “You cuckolded Paul; that’s what they said.” He paused, then continued, “Um, they loved it. They’re still doing it, at least sometimes. I found out about it and questioned them. Um, they said you’d started them and had heard through the grapevine that you’ve been doing it since. Are they right? You introduce couples to cuckolding?”I stared at him and said, “Okay, what are you asking me? Get to the point.”He hesitated again, then hesitantly said, “Um, I’ve been… I’ve wondered if you might, possibly.” His voice trailed off.Okay, I was starting to get what he wasn’t asking. He was wondering if I take requests. So I said again, “Get to the point.”He looked down at the table and whispered just loud enough that I could hear, “I want Leah to cuckold me, and I want to watch. I’ve tried to discuss it with her. Tentatively, but she doesn’t seem to realize what I’m saying. If you’ve done it for Mary and Paul, Cindy, and Mel, maybe you can do the same for Leah and me? Can you, could you?”He slumped down in his chair, breathing hard, and then looked at me.Shit, I could kind of understand how he got Mary and Paul’s names; they were my first, but Cindy and Mel? I didn’t think I was leaving that kind of track behind unless they were talking to people in the cuckold marriage community.What do I say to him—yes, no, or maybe? Okay, it’s maybe.I start, “I don’t know. If I meet her, maybe. I’m not able to seduce any woman I meet. When I meet them, I can tell, though. I’m just starting with a couple, and I have prospects. It’ll be several weeks until I’m done with d…with the couple I’m with now.”You want me to fuck her? Screw her? I can tell you that, but sometimes you can’t get Jack back in the box. As they say, be careful what you wish for. Sometimes you get it.”I can meet her some time, though, and answer your question. If you’re at dinner and I come by, we could say we met at the Memorial Fundraiser.” After some discussion, we decided to meet at Monaco’s on Saturday.When I came into the restaurant, I saw him and walked over to greet him. “Hi, it’s Nate, right? I’m Allen; we met at the Memorial Fundraiser. You remember?”He stood Beykoz Escort and shook my hand, saying, “That’s right, I asked you, ah, about…”I interrupted, “Oh, about Brian? Yeah, I asked him, and he should be in touch in a few days.”I looked at his wife, Leah, and said, “That’s a beautiful dress.”Leah responded, “Nate, you should have introduced us.” Looking at me, she said, “I’m Leah, Nate’s wife.” She smiled at me and shook my hand.My instincts were blazing. She’d love being fucked by me. She’d love having me do anything I wanted. Before I left, I had already decided that I’d do just what she wanted me to do—fuck her. I’d fuck her before I let Nate know I was seducing her. He wants me to cuckold him. I’d decided both Leah and I would enjoy accommodating him. I intended to have a lot of fun with her. I could tell this was going to be the easiest couple I’d ever seduced. She was, for sure, and my future cuckold wanted it more than I did. I instantly decided to make it an extreme experience for him.The next day, he called and said, in a wavering voice, “W-what do you think? C-Can you, will she? H-hell, can you seduce L-Leah? Fuck her? Get me a chance to see, to w-watch?”I took pity on him and interrupted, “Yes, I’m going to fuck her; I’m going to love seeing her on my cock, impaled on it.” I then finished, “I can already picture her with my cum leaking from her pussy, her cunt. My cum oozed from her lips, where I’d just deposited it. She’ll love it.”It’s going to be a while, though. I’m working on three couples right now, and I’ve got too much invested in them to drop them for you. I’ll call you in a couple of months and let you know how long it’s going to be; by then, I’ll know. Don’t you call me; I’ll call you.”If you call me, I’ll dump the whole thing. Okay?”I’d picked up some clues on how I could get close enough to seduce her from Nate already. Normally, I get to know them as a couple first. In Leah’s case, I decided I wanted her to cheat on Nate for real. I wanted her to screw me because she wanted my cock and was willing to cheat to get it. I wanted to rub his nose in it and make it as stark and real as I could.I was having so much fun with Dana that it took me six weeks before I was willing to even consider moving on. Gary was so submissive that, eventually, Dana invited me to a big barbecue at their place. About twenty of their friends were there. The surprising thing is that she introduced me as her lover and Gary as her cuckold. They had a daybed on the patio, laid out with sheets and pillows. The three of us knew what she’d scripted, but no one else did.After we ate, she announced that Gary was going to undress her first, then undress me. Gary was going to ask me to fuck her. They were all invited to watch as I cuckolded Gary again on the daybed.When Gary undressed me, I lay down beside her, kissing her tits and cunt. I was having a wonderful time caressing her and biting her, and I had a paddle for her ass. The humiliation for Gary was off the charts, and both Dana and I had a sense of triumph at watching Gary’s climatic submission.When I was ready to get my cock inside her. Gary helped me by putting my cock at her entrance. It must have been the most humiliating experience any of my cuckolds ever experienced, but they both enjoyed it. She climaxed three times, making sure she compared her orgasms with me against his. When I came, I was just able to pull back, so some of my cum leaked out of her cunt. It was a wonderful power trip!I was using some of my spare time to get into Leah’s social group. I’d learned that Leah was active in an adult art group. I came around a few times, and it looked like a good opportunity to get to know her. One of the side benefits of the group was that I met two other married women that I ended up fucking.Anyway, I joined and went a few times, and when I’d finished with Dana and Gary, I started coming every week. After talking to her and hearing from one of her friends, I found out she often went to Hanks Hoagies for lunch.About a week later, I met her just as she got there, and we sat down together and talked. I told her that since I’d seen her with Nate, I’d wanted to see her out of the dress. The direct approach was exactly what she needed.She didn’t exactly agree to let me, but there wasn’t any outrage either. I kept teasing her about seeing her out of that dress.My instincts were telling me that Nate had primed the pump. He thought she Beykoz Escort Bayan hadn’t understood him when he alluded to cuckolding. Nope, he was wrong. It was just that she didn’t know anyone that she was willing to fuck. I changed that when I started seducing her.I knew she’d pretended to not understand Nate during what I was sure were awkward cuckold explorations by him. She’d become aware of the possibility and practically had his permission. Her defenses were weakened to the extent that I was able to walk up to her, offer her some dangerous but interesting new possibilities, and be sure she’d be intrigued.The next time, I suggested we eat at William Land Park, across the street from Hank’s. There were some tables scattered near a duck pond. We got our lunch, and I drove us to an isolated table. I set the food down and kissed her.”Leah, I’ve been wanting to do that since. “I paused a moment, then continued, “Since I saw you at Monaco’s.”I released her from my grip, and we sat next to each other. “You remember last time we had lunch when I said I loved the dress you had on at Monaco’s, and then I said I’d like you better without it?”She flushed, then said, “Let’s forget that. Okay?”I might have believed her if I couldn’t see her nipples showing through her bra and blouse. I nodded, then replied, “Okay, okay. I’ll forget that, but I want you to have a different memory. If we were even a little more secluded, I’d take your top off, unfasten your bra, and feast on your, um, breasts. Or would it be your tits?”I’d startled her, and she replied without thinking, “My tits, my tits.” She flushed and said, “No, stop that. Eat your sandwich.” She looked down, refusing to look at me. I nodded again and took a bite. Out of my sandwich, you pervert.We moved on to talking about the ducks and geese begging for food until we finished eating. That’s when I put my hand on her head and kissed her again; this time my tongue invaded her, looking for her tongue. This time, she kissed me back. When I released her, my hand drifted to her tit, gently pinching the nipple. I heard her gasp, but her left hand went to my hand and held it there.We were both breathing hard when she moved my hand away and stiffened. “Allen, I think that’s another thing we need to forget. Okay?”I nodded, knowing we wouldn’t forget—not me and not her.It turned out that I knew Nate’s boss at Sheridan Computing, Jerome, who has been a long-time friend of mine through Cuckolders Inc., and I knew I could depend on his help to get Nate out of town.This was a cuckolding I was going to relish. Nate asked to be cuckolded, and I was going to give it to him.The next weekend, I knew that Jerome had Nate out of state the whole time, and I invited Leah to see Mandalay Dancers perform and have wine after. At one point, I made sure we had another ‘we need to forget’ moment. One that involved a kiss and an even more assertive touch to her tits. It made her gasp, and she involuntarily held my hand there, holding her tit.As her hand released my hand, she whispered, “Allen, Allen, I think.” She paused, looking at the table, her neck flushed, before continuing, “I think we need to add this to our forgotten moments. Okay? Okay. God Allen.” Her hand went to the tit I’d held.At her car, I kissed her again, whispering in her ear, “Leah, you’re so sexy; I want a lot more; I can give you so much more; I want exclusive; um, I want to be each other’s exclusive lovers.”I kissed her again, caressing her tits, and left as she was trying to say that she was married. I wanted her to know I wanted her. I wanted her to know I wanted to make love to her. But, yes, there was a but. Exclusive. I was planting the idea that she could have me, but only if we were exclusive lovers. I was aiming to cut Nate off.That night I called her, asking if she might be interested in dinner if we could meet at The Peacock Bar and Grill on Saturday. Leah equivocated until I asked her to let me know in the morning. She finally called at ten in the morning with a yes. There was some hesitancy, but it was a yes.I was hoping for reluctance; it was clear that she’d heard both that I wanted to make love to her and my conditions too. Just what I wanted.She was still in the ‘have-your-own transportation’ mode, and we met at the Peacock. I gave her a greeting kiss but didn’t push. Our conversation was mostly about the Mandalay Dancers, the meal, and the snowpack in the Sierras.It wasn’t until Escort Beykoz I escorted her to her car that I revisited my offer, “Yes, your lips are so sensual; I love kissing you.” I stepped back and looked at her, “If only… um, I’d love to make love to you. If only.” I kissed her again with my hands holding her tits, caressing them.She sighed, allowing my hands’ free reign over her tits, “I can’t, I can’t do that to Nate. I just can’t.”I touched her nipples, tweaking them just a bit, before answering her, “Actually, you can. You can give him sexual release by hand, just no intercourse. A lot of married couples don’t have intercourse, but it’s up to you; you control it.” With that, I reached around to Leah’s back and unfastened her bra. I pulled the straps through the armholes of her blouse and removed her bra. As I expected, she didn’t resist at all.”Yes, there, that’s better.” I caressed her tits through her blouse, then I kissed them, sucking them and getting the fabric wet, emphasizing her nipples. I kissed her one last time and stepped back, allowing her to get in her car. She sat there for a couple of minutes, not moving, before starting the car and leaving. I’d love to be there when Nate gets back. I didn’t expect her to stop giving him fucking privileges yet, but I expected her to be thinking about it.Now, you may be wondering why Leah kept meeting with me. She had a reason. She wanted to. She enjoyed the emotions, as she was refusing to give in to the temptations I was offering her. She enjoyed feeling virtuous and resisting. I could tell that her problem was that she didn’t realize that she was a lot closer to submitting than she realized. She was picturing it as something like seventy-five percent ‘no’, fifteen percent ‘maybe’, and ten percent ‘yes’. Actually, it was twenty-five percent ‘no,’ forty percent ‘maybe,’ and thirty-five ‘yes.’ Each time she turned me down, her yes percentage increased. That increased the tension she was experiencing between her good girl and her bad girl. Each time she let me kiss her or touch her, she got closer. The no and maybe decreased, and the yes increased. It was the increasing tension that she was enjoying. When it snapped, she’d do anything I wanted.The next time Nate was out of town, she wanted to warm her hands over the fire we were kindling. So, she invited me to dinner—an out-of-town dinner! There was a place overlooking a marina on the Delta, about thirty minutes from downtown.She drove, and I was able to get her to pull over so I could kiss her. I was again able to get rid of her bra without undressing her. Her nipples were showing through the dress fabric, hard, engorged, and wanting to be held. The tension was getting exhilarating for her. At dinner, I was holding her hand, caressing it, and kissing it.”I, Leah, if only… I want to, ah, make love to you, see you naked; see your pussy welcoming me, if only.’ My voice trailed off. I was looking at her, and I could tell she was undecided, thinking about what I’d said. I was admiring her nipples that showed through her top. She asked me to drive us back, and I found a place to pull over, where I kissed her and softly touched her tits. “Leah, I want, ” I hesitated, then said, “to hold your, um, your tits. I want to see them and kiss them. Leah?”She slowly nodded. I unzipped her dress in the back and pulled it down so they were exposed to my eyes. I gently caressed her tits, then lifted them to my mouth so I could kiss them and then suck them. God, it was wonderful, but just a taste of what she’d be giving me soon. I could see the “no” percentage dropping as I was feasting on her tits.When I started back to her house, where I’d left my car, I stopped her from pulling her dress up. I wanted her to let me take her home, still exposed. When we got there, I got out, helped her out, and kissed her, her bare tits pressing against my chest.A week later, I got a text from Leah saying she wanted to meet after work on Tuesday at Monaco’s.When I got there, she was already sitting in a booth, obviously nervous. She was fidgeting and tense and could hardly look at me.I decided not to push her by kissing her, at least at first. I said, “You wanted to meet? What’s up?”The waiter came by, and I ordered a beer to drink and Leah a glass of wine, and we ordered our meals. When the waiter left, I looked at her questioningly and waited.She had a hard time talking at first; she paused and started over. “When you talked about making love to me, you said something about being exclusive? Um, what exactly did you mean? Exclusive.”I answered with a smile and took her hand, saying, “Leah, I meant what I said. I want to be the only person making love to you; that means I’m the only person.”