<p>It began shortly after Thanksgiving when the cuck sent a message on Reddit:</p><blockquote>Hello Sir,</blockquote><blockquote>I’m writing in the hope that you can help me arrange a Christmas present for my wife. I’ve seen your messages in some of the cuckold and hotwife subreddits and it seems that you’re exactly the kind of man I’m looking for.</blockquote><blockquote>I’ll try and be brief. My wife isn’t getting what she needs from our sex life. My cock isn’t very big and I cum really quickly when we have sex. The vast majority of the time I go down on her before we have sex and make her cum that way. Then I put my cock inside her, thrust for thirty seconds, and cum. It’s always been that way.</blockquote><blockquote>It doesn’t speak very well of me, but it’s only recently that I’ve started to realize that my wife isn’t really getting to enjoy the kind of great sex everyone desires. I’ve also discovered that cuckolding really turns me on.</blockquote><blockquote>I’ve suggested the notion to my wife, but she said no. The thing is, I could see that something about the idea clicked with her. I could literally see it in her eyes and on her face. I know she’s not satisfied with our sex life.</blockquote><blockquote>I want you to be her Christmas present. It won’t be as simple as you showing up at our house, though. It will have to be more of a seduction, to be honest.</blockquote><blockquote>I’m 29 and my wife is 27. She’s slim, fit, and beautiful (there’s a link to a picture of her down below, though I haven’t included her face, just to be safe). She doesn’t have much sexual experience, which I think is why she was happy to marry me without too much concern over the sex.</blockquote><blockquote>If you’re at all interested in seducing my wife and being her bull, let me know. I’m confident we can work it out.</blockquote><p>Ryan clicked the link the cuck provided and smiled. If it was truly the cuck’s wife, she was indeed slim and fit. In fact, she looked remarkable in a pair of tight yoga pants and a sports bra. The cuck had chosen an excellent picture.</p><p>Ryan smiled as he imagined showing the cuck’s wife what good sex felt like. He knew what it was like to fuck a woman like that. He’d done it before. He knew how hot it could be to show a beautiful married woman the joys of having sex with a real man.</p><p>He wrote a quick message to the cuck:</p><blockquote>Hey cuck,</blockquote><blockquote>I’m interested in showing your wife what it’s like to get fucked by a real man.</blockquote><blockquote>I’m not interested in being messed with, though. I don’t want to communicate via Reddit. Let’s meet in person.</blockquote><p>The cuck responded an hour later with the location of a Starbucks. He was willing to meet the next day. Ryan said he’d meet him there.</p><p><br></p><p>Ryan walked into the crowded Starbucks and scanned the room. He saw a short, skinny, nervous-looking guy hovering over his drink at a table in the corner. He smiled. There’s no question it was the cuck.</p><p>“What can I get for you?” the cute blonde behind the register asked as Ryan stepped up.</p><p>“Hmmm,” Ryan said as she scanned the menu. He flashed a smile at the girl and asked, “What’s your favorite drink?”</p><p>She returned his smile with one of her own and gently twirled her finger in her soft hair before saying, “If I’m a little tired when I get to work I love a triple espresso over ice with a dash of cream. If I want to indulge a little I love a Frappuccino. Any flavor will do.”</p><p>Ryan offered a flirty smile and asked, “Why would you be tired when you get to work? Do you have a little too much fun some nights?”</p><p>The cute blonde laughed and replied, “A girl’s gotta have fun, right?”</p><p>“She certainly does,” Ryan said. “I’ll have the triple espresso over ice. A guy’s gotta have fun too, right?”</p><p>She laughed again and punched in his order. Ryan pulled $10 out of his wallet and the girl grabbed the cup and wrote his order.</p><p>“What’s your name?” she asked.</p><p>“Ryan,” he replied.</p><p>“I’m Teri,” she said.</p><p>“It’s nice to meet you, Teri. Very nice to meet you.”</p><p>Ryan paid and dropped some of his change into the tip jar before walking over to the counter to wait for his drink. He smiled every time the cute blonde looked over at him. When his drink appeared, he found her number written along the bottom. He smiled at her once more and turned to join the cuck.</p><p>“I’m Ryan,” he said while offering his hand.</p><p>The cuck stood up, shook it, and said, “I’m Evan.”</p><p>“Nice to meet you, Evan,” Ryan said as he sat across from the cuck. “There’s no need to be nervous, I promise. If this doesn’t work out for some reason I’ll forget I ever met you. You have nothing to worry about from me.”</p><p>The cuck’s shoulders relaxed and he laughed. “Is it that obvious? Sorry. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve been antsy all day, like I’m planning some kind of bank robbery.”</p><p>Ryan laughed and leaned forward. “Hopefully you’re planning the best Christmas present your wife has ever gotten,” he said. “Trust me, if this goes well your wife is going to be a very happy woman.”</p><p>“Have you done this kind of thing before?” the cuck asked.</p><p>“I have, Evan. Many times, in fact. I love showing unsatisfied married women the pleasure of a truly great orgasm. I love showing them what it’s like to get fucked by a real man,” Ryan said.</p><p>He wanted to see how the cuck reacted to a direct insult. He wanted to see if he was serious about being cuckolded.</p><p>“I know she’d love it,” the cuck said as he looked up from his drink. “I know she’d love having a real man fuck her. I know she’d love getting fucked by someone that could last more than thirty seconds.”</p><p>Ryan smiled. It seemed like the cuck was truly into it. “So, what’s your plan?”</p><p>“Well, I thought of a few options. I thought maybe I could introduce you to my wife as a friend of mine, maybe at a bar or maybe at a Christmas party we’re having in a few weeks. I figured that would get you to meet her and maybe you could work your magic,” the cuck explained.</p><p>“That’s not going to work, Evan. Do you really think your wife would believe you and I are friends?” Ryan asked.</p><p>The cuck was a good looking guy, but he was skinny, a little disheveled, and he didn’t seem particularly successful. Ryan was tall, exceptionally good looking, successful, confident, and in possession of a body he kept in great shape through daily visits to the gym. Ryan was confident that the cuck didn’t have any friends like him.</p><p>“Okay,” the cuck said. “She likes to go out with her friends most weeks. They usually go to a bar. I could tell you where they’re going and you could see if you could work your magic that way.”</p><p>“Do you want your wife to cheat on you?” Ryan asked. “Would you want me to pick her up at the bar, take her home, and show her what she’s been missing since she made the mistake of marrying a cuck?”</p><p>The cuck shifted in his seat. Ryan knew it was the arousal coursing through him.</p><p>“I don’t know,” he said. “I feel like she might get really angry with me if she knew I’d set that up. Have you ever done it like that before?”</p><p>“I have,” Ryan said. “It worked out poorly once and fairly well on two other occasions. It’s a crapshoot, but so is every approach to this. I know you feel certain, but you can’t actually be certain. It’s quite possible that your wife is very happy and that she’ll be furious at you for even talking to me.”</p><p>The cuck seemed to be considering the notion that he’d made a gross miscalculation.</p><p>“No, I’m not wrong,” he finally said. “Jennifer’s not happy with our sex life. I can feel it. It’s going to get worse, too. There’s no way she’s going to stay with me for another five years, let alone the rest of our lives, if it continues like this.”</p><p>“And you’re not going to get any better, are you?” Ryan said. “It’s not like your dick is going to get any bigger. It’s not like you’re suddenly going to find a way to last as long as she needs. You’re always going to be a quick-shooting, small-dicked cuck, aren’t you?”</p><p>The cuck’s voice was meek as he looked down and said, “Yes.”</p><p>Ryan was certain the cuck was hard. He’d met men like the one sitting across from him before. They were all the same.</p><p>“Give me your phone. I’ll add my number. You can text me the next time your wife goes out. I’ll see what I can do,” Ryan said.</p><p>The cuck handed him his phone and Ryan entered his info.</p><p>“Don’t text me unless you’re absolutely certain you want me to fuck your wife, Evan. I’m not saying it’s guaranteed to happen on the first night, but you need to know that it’s possible and there’s no going back when you’ve committed to something like this,” Ryan said.</p><p>“Okay,” the cuck replied.</p><p>“Now get out of here,” Ryan demanded.</p><p>The cuck stood up and shifted his pants. He was trying to hide his erection. He held his phone over his crotch and walked away. “Thank you,” he said on his way out.</p><p>Ryan looked towards the blonde at the register. He pulled out his phone and sent her a text: “I think we should meet up tonight and have the kind of fun that would require three shots of espresso tomorrow morning. You in?”</p><p>He watched her look down at her phone and then look over at him. She had a smile on her face. After the customer paid she sent a quick text back: “I get off at five.”</p><p>“I’ll see you then,” Ryan replied before grabbing his drink and heading out.</p><p><br></p><p>Ryan felt confident as he stepped out of the cold and into the brightly-lit bar. The tiki theme meant they had Hawaiian-style Christmas music playing and the bartenders were wearing real flower leis and bright, patterned shirts.</p><p>The cuck had sent a picture of his wife along with the location of where she’d be hanging out with her friends and Ryan surveyed the room looking for the woman he hoped to fuck that night.</p><p>He spotted Jennifer standing at the bar in a strapless pink and white floral dress. It looked cute, which was exactly what he expected based on the pic.</p><p>Jennifer was the classic cute girl. She lacked the kind of overwhelming beauty that imbued a woman with confidence and got her the attention of scores of men. She was unquestionably attractive though, and it was clear she worked out enough to stay in good shape.</p><p>All of that was less important to Ryan, though. The pleasure he sought came from a different place. What mattered was that Jennifer was not getting what she needed at home. Not even close. The cuck never made her cum when they fucked. Never. His tongue always did the work beforehand. Sex with him was likely a chore for Jennifer.</p><p>Ryan knew Jennifer would fall in love with his cock. He knew he’d get her into his bed eventually, too. He just had to find out what turned her on. He couldn’t just say he had a big dick and he wanted to fuck her. It didn’t work like that for women.</p><p>Ryan approached the bar and slid in next to Jennifer. He made sure to bump her, but just a little. Enough to get her attention but not to annoy her.</p><p>When Jennifer turned to see who’d bumped into her, Ryan smiled and said, “Sorry about that.”</p><p>The moment Jennifer returned his smile Ryan knew he had her. He knew he’d fuck her. It wouldn’t necessarily be that night, but he knew he’d be her bull before long.</p><p>It wasn’t just that she smiled. Most people were inclined to return a smile. It was the way she smiled. It was the broad, genuine nature of it. It was the way the edges of her eyes crinkled in the way that indicates genuine happiness. It was also the way her hand instinctively made its way to her hair to brush it aside. She was primping for him without knowing it.</p><p>“You look really beautiful in that dress,” Ryan said.</p><p>Jennifer laid one hand over the other, covering her wedding ring in the process. Ryan couldn’t help but smile.</p><p>“You really think so?” she asked. “I felt a little weird putting it on when it’s so cold out, you know?”</p><p>“That’s what makes it perfect,” Ryan said. “You’re one of the only women in here that dressed like she’s in a tropical bar. Plus, pink is a great color on you. You really do look beautiful.”</p><p>Jennifer brushed her hair behind her ear and looked down at the blended drink the bartender put in front of her as a giddy smile broke across her face.</p><p>“I’ve never been to this bar,” Ryan asked. “Is that your favorite drink?”</p><p>Jennifer pushed it in front of Ryan and said, “It’s a hurricane. Strawberry, pina colada mix, and rum blended with ice. You can have a taste if you want, though in my experience, everything here is good.”</p><p>“Really? You don’t mind if I have a taste?” Ryan asked.</p><p>“No, go ahead,” she replied.</p><p>Ryan leaned a little closer to ensure his arm touched Jennifer’s before he picked up her drink and took a small sip. It was actually quite good.</p><p>“I’ll have one of these,” he said to the bartender as he pushed the drink back in front of Jennifer. “And I’ll pay for hers.”</p><p>“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that,” she said.</p><p>Ryan smiled at her as he pulled out his wallet. “It would be a genuine pleasure for me to buy a drink for the most beautiful girl in the bar.”</p><p>Jennifer couldn’t contain her smile and Ryan liked that she hadn’t mentioned her husband yet. It meant she was at least enjoying the attention.</p><p>“Do you wanna sit?” Ryan asked as he gestured to the two stools they were standing next to.</p><p>Jennifer stole a quick glance at her friends, paused for a moment, and sat on the stool. “That would be nice,” she said.</p><p>Ryan had surmised that Jennifer was the kind of woman that didn’t get a lot of attention from guys at bars, mostly because she didn’t want it. She was married, she wore her ring proudly, and she went out with her friends.</p><p>Because of that, he resolved to give her that attention. They sat at the bar and talked mostly about her. He asked questions that led to long, genuinely interesting answers and he managed to learn an awful lot about Jennifer in a relatively short span of time.</p><p>Ryan wasn’t the kind of bull that liked to fuck a married woman once. He liked to develop a genuine relationship – albeit one based on sex – and he liked it to last months. He liked to develop deep chemistry with the wives he fucked.</p><p>It was different with every wife and it took time to discover exactly what each needed. That’s why Ryan enjoyed talking to Jennifer and learning about her. It’s why he wanted to know everything. He wanted to formulate a plan to help her experience the most breathtaking sex of her life.</p><p>After a few hours, one of Jennifer’s friends approached and whispered into her ear. “Oh my gosh! Has it been that long?” She looked a little embarrassed. She slid off the stool and hugged her friends, both of whom left.</p><p>“I’m so sorry,” Ryan said as she joined him at the bar again. “Did I steal you from your friends all night?”</p><p>Jennifer laughed. “You did, but I see them every week. It’s no big deal.”</p><p>“How about another drink?” Ryan asked. “We could try something you’ve never had before.”</p><p>He saw the hesitation on her face. It was getting late. She was probably thinking that the cuck would be expecting her home soon.</p><p>Ryan reached out and rested his hand on her arm. Jennifer looked into his eyes and he smiled. “We don’t have to, of course, but I’d love to keep talking with you.”</p><p>“Okay. One more drink,” Jennifer said.</p><p>They ordered one more round and before long another hour had passed. Ryan did his best to charm Jennifer and found that she was fully capable of charming him. It was impossible not to like her, which made the idea of fucking her even more appealing.</p><p>“I should really go,” Jennifer said as she downed the last drop of her tropical drink.</p><p>“Let me walk you out,” Ryan said.</p><p>“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” Jennifer replied as she got up off the stool. </p><p>She was a little unsteady on her feet and nearly fell backwards before Ryan put his arms around her waist and held her up.</p><p>“Okay, you can walk me out,” Jennifer said with a laugh.</p><p>Ryan kept his arm around her as they walked side-by-side to the coat rack by the door. Jennifer pointed to a rather fetching dark pink coat and Ryan grabbed it off the hook and held it open.</p><p>“A gentleman,” she said. “I like that.”</p><p>“Always,” Ryan replied.</p><p>He opened the door for her and they stepped out into the cold air. Ryan expected Jennifer to pull out her phone and order a ride, but instead she turned to him.</p><p>“How come you don’t seem drunk?” she asked.</p><p>“It takes a lot to get me drunk,” he replied. “I’m a little bigger than you, after all.”</p><p>Jennifer smiled as she looked up at him and took a step closer. She reached up and let her fingers move gently over his chest.</p><p>“You certainly are,” she said.</p><p>Ryan reached out and moved his hand inside her coat. He grasped Jennifer’s waist and pulled her closer. Their bodies pressed together. She looked up at him as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.</p><p>There was a split second of hesitation on her part before he felt Jennifer melt into him. When his lips parted, hers followed. When his tongue moved into her mouth, hers joined the lusty dance. He moved his hand to her lower back and pulled her closer. He wanted Jennifer to feel that he was hard for her. He wanted her to feel his desire. She moaned into his mouth.</p><p>Jennifer stayed close after the kiss. She couldn’t hold Ryan’s gaze as she said. “I shouldn’t do this. I’m married.” She didn’t try to back away, though.</p><p>Ryan lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. “You don’t have to deny yourself, Jennifer. You can have what you want. You can have it right now. I want you.”</p><p>Jennifer pressed her body against his and smiled. “I know.” There was no question she could feel his cock pressing into her. “And I want you. More than you can possibly know.”</p><p>Ryan did know, though. He knew that Jennifer’s husband had deprived her of the pleasure every woman deserves. He knew she’d married someone that couldn’t satisfy her. He knew she’d married a cuck.</p><p>He kissed her again. This time Jennifer’s hand moved between his legs and grasped his cock. She moaned as she discovered exactly how big he was. He let his hand move up her body. He played with her breasts through the thin material. He rubbed his fingers over her nipples.</p><p>“Take me home,” Jennifer said. “Fuck me.”</p><p>“With pleasure,” Ryan said as pulled his keys from his pocket, unlocked his car, and led her across the parking lot.</p>