<p>There’s a chance that you’re going to hate me by the end of this story. I mean, the title kind of says it all. You know where this is going. I’m okay if you hate me, though. Maybe I’m worth hating. I don’t know.</p><p>I didn’t plan on taking Karen away from her husband. It just happened that way. Perhaps I should have had a better plan. Perhaps I shouldn’t have pushed them both so far into submission. I’m not sure. I suppose I should just tell you the story. It’s a long one though, so you’ll have to bear with me. I need to give you all the details so you can truly understand.</p><p>It began on Fetlife. Have you been on Fetlife? It’s an incredible site. I’ve met friends and lovers through the site, including a handful of cuckold couples that were looking to introduce a dominant bull to their lives in the name of spicing things up.</p><p>Fetlife is where I first met Karen and Jay. I’d posted a personal ad in one of the cuckold groups. It was pretty brief. I don’t remember the text (and the original message seems to have been deleted), but the gist of it is that I was a single dominant bull looking for serious, submissive cuckold couples that wanted to have a long term relationship with another man. Then I directed people to my profile page if they were looking for more info.</p><p>Karen wrote the introductory message. She explained that she and her husband were both submissive and they their sex life was suffering because of it. I remember being struck by how intelligent she seemed and how the message indicated that they’d done a fair amount of research into their particular sexual desires before they’d even considered bringing someone else in.</p><p>They were in their early 30s and living in the Cherry Creek neighborhood in Denver (it’s a really nice neighborhood, in case you’re wondering). Karen said she liked that I was 10 years older because they were looking for someone with experience to help guide them in their first foray into any kind of kink.</p><p>Before I go any further, I should give you a bit of relevant back story on me. I discovered cuckolding by accident when I was in my early 20s. I was working as a bartender and a beautiful older woman came up, ordered a few drinks, and informed me that she and her husband wanted me to go back to their hotel and fuck her.</p><p>Good-looking bartenders (I don’t want to come off as an asshole, I just want to lay out the facts for you) get a lot of strange sexual proposals (it’s a lot worse for women behind the bar), but I’d never gotten that particular proposal before.</p><p>I assume I had a dumbfounded look on my face, because the woman explained exactly why she wanted me to fuck her. She basically gave me the quick and dirty explanation of cuckolding, and I was totally on board. The idea clicked with me right away, enough so that I got off my shift early and spent the night giving her exactly what she needed while I listened as she verbally humiliated her husband, giving him the thrill of a lifetime.</p><p>The strongest memory I took away from that night was how utterly enthralled her husband was. She was an astoundingly good fuck, but it was her husband’s joy that made it so different. I’d never seen someone so aroused and so caught up in the moment to moment pleasures of this decidedly kinky sexual experience.</p><p>That was my introduction to cuckolding, and I’ve enjoyed being a bull for almost two decades. I evolved over the years – men in their early 20s are astoundingly stupid about almost everything in the world – and I feel like I’ve refined my style quite a bit. By the time Karen and Jay contacted me, I’d seen everything cuckolding had to offer and I’d developed a distinct style as a dominant bull.</p><p>I get a lot of messages on Fetlife, but most of them are guys looking for wank material. They ask things like, “Tell me what you’d do to my wife,” and I ignore them. I appreciate the desire, but it’s a waste of time to talk to those guys because they’re just fantasizing.</p><p>Karen’s message wasn’t like that. It was exceptionally well-considered, and really well-written too. That’s why I suggested we meet right away. Nothing crazy. Just a meeting for coffee to make sure we were all on the same page and they were actually interested after seeing me in person.</p><p>I arrived early. I find it can be helpful to observe a couple before they know they’re being watched, though there wasn’t much that jumped out. Jay seemed exceedingly polite – he held the door open for a handful of people and pulled out his wife’s seat before taking his own – and Karen seemed a little timid, like the world had been harsh to her at some point and she hadn’t ever come entirely out of her shell.</p><p>“I’m Alex,” I said as I offered my hand.</p><p>Jay took it and tried his best to offer a firm handshake, though his grip wasn’t the most impressive. Karen’s skin felt impossibly soft and it seemed like I could crush her hand in mind. I was gentle though, I promise.</p><p>“It’s nice to meet you both,” I added as I sat down.</p><p>“It’s nice to meet you too,” Karen said.</p><p>Like I said, I have plenty of experience with cuckold couples. I’ve been with a few dozen over the years. That’s why I could tell that Karen was good to go from the moment she sat down. I was just past my 40th birthday when I met them, but I’ve always kept myself in great shape. Jay was a skinny guy – and not the kind that’s surprisingly fit when he gets naked. He was more the kind that doesn’t eat a lot and never works out.</p><p>I would later learn that they’d married fairly young and Karen never had much experience with other men, which is why she seemed ready to tear my clothes off in the Starbucks. She’d never been with an alpha type.</p><p>“So, how do you know you’re both submissive?” I asked. I don’t like to beat around the bush with couples. I like to know right away if we’re going to be able to have fun together.</p><p>“Well, I’d like to think we’ve done more sexual exploration than most couples,” Jay answered. “We’ve been together for close to a decade now, and our sex life has never really slowed down. We’re always trying new things and experimenting, and through that experimentation we’ve both found that submission really turns us on.”</p><p>I watched them both as Jay spoke and Karen nodded along as her husband filled me in. Her agreement seemed to be entirely genuine.</p><p>“Have you tried dominating each other?”</p><p>“We have,” Karen said, “but the truth is, neither of us is particularly good at it. I know that some people are adept at switching, but it always feels kind of awkward for us. That’s why we got in touch with you.” </p><p>Shyness seemed to overwhelm her as the last sentence left her lips, as Karen couldn’t quite look me in the eye as she said it.</p><p>I reached out and put my hand on top of hers. It was exceptionally gentle, but I wanted to see what would happen. Karen flipped her hand over and immediately grasped my fingers, like she was offering herself to me in the coffee shop. I saw Jay’s eyes go wide as his wife and I touched. It was such a simple thing, but it told me that they were actually ready to embrace submitting to a dominant bull.</p><p>“So, has your research and experimentation included cuckolding?” I asked as Karen held onto my hand. Honestly, the way she moved the tips of her fingers over my palm was more arousing than I expected.</p><p>“It has,” she said. “The research part, at least.” I saw a sense of excitement wash over her. It seemed clear that this wasn’t just a whim for them, that they’d been spending quite a bit of time fantasizing about cuckolding.</p><p>“Sorry if we seem a little overexcited, but cuckolding has been the focus of our sex life for the past six months, maybe a little longer. We honestly can’t stop fantasizing about it,” Jay added.</p><p>Karen jumped in and said, “We’ve been searching for the right bull for three months, Alex. I hope we’ve found him.” She looked ravenous. It was fascinating. I’d never met with a couple that seemed so on board from the start.</p><p>“And are you both prepared to submit?” I asked.</p><p>“We are,” they answered almost in unison.</p><p>“Good. Then I think we should move forward,” I said. “To be honest, I’ve never met a couple that seems as ready for this as you are.”</p><p>They both looked giddy. Jay could hardly sit still in his seat and I’m pretty sure if I’d asked Karen to get on her knees and suck my cock right in the coffee shop she would have done it. It made me want to tease them a little.</p><p>“I’d like you both to put your numbers in my phone,” I said as I entered my code and passed my phone to Karen. “Put them under cuckold and hotwife, please.”</p><p>They did as they were told and those giddy smiles remained.</p><p>I took the phone back from Karen and slipped it into my pocket. “Our first play session is going to be next weekend.”</p><p>They both looked disappointed. That was a week away.</p><p>“Don’t make those faces,” I said. “You’ll both have to learn that sometimes you need to delay your gratification, especially if it makes me happy.”</p><p>“Of course,” Karen quickly replied.</p><p>“Don’t worry though, we’re still going to have fun during the week. Now that I have your numbers, I’ll be texting you with tasks and I expect you to complete them without complaint.”</p><p>“Of course,” Jay said.</p><p>“I’m also going to give you a larger task for the week: Neither of you is permitted to orgasm this week, and you’ll only be permitted to orgasm during our play session if you please me. Do you understand?”</p><p>“We do,” Karen said.</p><p>“Jay, you’re going to order a chastity device the moment you get home and I expect you to be wearing it when we meet. Make sure it’s a steel device. They’re far more reliable than the plastic kind,” I demanded.</p><p>“I will,” Jay said.</p><p>I stood up and held out my hand for Karen to take. Jay moved to stand but I interrupted him and said, “I’m going to walk your wife to your car, Jay, and I want you to stay here until I text you.”</p><p>Jay sat back down and Karen smiled as she took my hand and stood up. We walked hand-in-hand out of the Starbucks and slowly strode across the parking lot.</p><p>“You’re exquisitely beautiful, Karen,” I said as she leaned against her car.</p><p>She looked down, rubbed the tip of her shoe into the asphalt and said, “No, I’m not.”</p><p>I lifted her chin with a finger and smiled. “You are,” I said in a soft voice before leaning forward and kissing her.</p><p>It seemed to catch Karen off guard, but after a few moments she returned the kiss with the kind of fervor I was seeking. Soon her body was pressed against mine and her hands actively moved over my back. It was the kind of kiss a woman deeply in need of a good fucking gives. It was exactly what I was looking for.</p><p>“Reach between my legs,” I said.</p><p>Our bodies were pressed together, so it wasn’t as pornographic as it might seem when Karen’s hand moved between my legs and found my erect cock.</p><p>“You’re beautiful, Karen,” I said as she stroked me through my jeans.</p><p>“Thank you,” she said.</p><p>“The pleasure is going to be all mine, I assure you.”</p><p>She smiled and again I was certain that if I told her to get on her knees and suck my cock in the parking lot she would have done it. Already I had that blissful feeling of power and control that I craved.</p><p>I kissed her again as she continued to play with my cock. I knew Jay was watching and I wanted to give him a bit of a show.</p><p>“I’ll see you next weekend,” I said.</p><p>“I can’t wait,” she replied.</p><p>I pulled out my phone and texted Jay, letting him know that it was okay to come out and drive his wife home. I reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to orgasm under any circumstance, that I didn’t care how worked up he got watching his wife kiss another man.</p><p>I drove home feeling like I’d met a special couple that I was going to have a genuinely great time with. I had no idea how right I was.</p><p><br></p><p>Over the course of the week, my correspondence with Karen and Jay was largely designed to arouse them. I wanted them both crazed with desire by the time we met at a hotel of my choosing.</p><p>In Karen’s case, I wanted her to get more comfortable with opening herself up and embracing her slutty side, which I was certain existed.</p><p>Late Monday night, I told her to make sure she wore a dress or skirt to work the next day. Late in the morning on Tuesday, I told her to go to the bathroom, take off her panties, and spend the rest of the day going commando. I demanded a picture of her underwear on the bathroom counter, too. It arrived in less than five minutes.</p><p>On Tuesday afternoon, I told Jay that he was to give his wife a long foot and leg massage before going down on her as soon as she got home. Of course, he wasn’t allowed to make her cum. Again, I wanted them both wildly aroused by the time we arrived at the hotel.</p><p>On Wednesday, I demanded that Karen leave her desk and masturbate in the bathroom at work. I wanted a video of her doing it, though it didn’t have to include her pussy. I just wanted to see her hand moving in her panties and I wanted to hear those desperate moans of pleasure.</p><p>I received that video less than ten minutes after requesting it. Karen wore a tight black dress suitable for an office environment and she was sitting on the edge of the toilet with the dress pulled up around her waist and a hand in her panties. I liked that she added in a fair amount of quiet dirty talk, including how badly she needed my cock inside her. I’ll admit I got hard watching it.</p><p>On Thursday, Jay’s chastity device arrived and I demanded he lock himself up to make sure it fit. I texted Karen separately and told her to go down on her husband’s locked cock. I wanted him to feel her mouth without getting to experience any of the blissful pleasure of a blowjob from his wife.</p><p>“How did the blowjob feel?” I texted him.</p><p>“Torturous, but in the best way possible,” he replied.</p><p>“That’s the only kind of blowjob you’re allowed from now on. My cock is the only one your wife is going to be sucking from here on out,” I texted back.</p><p>On Friday, I called Karen.</p><p>“Hey Alex,” she answered.</p><p>“Hey. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” I asked.</p><p>“More than you can possibly know. I’ve been wet all day just thinking about you.”</p><p>I smiled. “What have you been thinking about?”</p><p>I heard a quiet moan before Karen said, “I’ve been thinking about your cock, Alex. I’ve been thinking about how big it felt in the parking lot. I’ve been thinking about getting on my knees for you and showing you how good my mouth feels. I’ve been thinking about offering you my body and letting you do whatever you want with me. I’ve been thinking about how good it’s going to feel when you finally fuck me.”</p><p>“Are you wet right now, Karen?”</p><p>“I am,” she admitted. “My panties are soaked.”</p><p>“Why don’t you take them off for me?”</p><p>“Okay,” Karen said as I heard her unbutton her pants and swiftly pull them off. “Okay, my panties are off.”</p><p>“I want you to taste yourself, Karen. Be a good girl and put two fingers in your pussy and then lick them clean.”</p><p>Karen moaned as she did what she was told. I could actually hear the wetness between her legs. There was no question she was soaked. I listened as she sucked her fingers clean.</p><p>“How does your pussy taste, Karen?” I asked.</p><p>“It’s good. It’s so good,” she said.</p><p>“You want to masturbate, don’t you?”</p><p>I heard the desperation in her voice as she said, “Yes, please.”</p><p>“You can’t, Karen. You need to be a good girl and wait. You need to wait to let me make you cum. You need to wait until I make your pussy mine tomorrow night.”</p><p>“Fuck,” she said. “I’ve never been so horny.”</p><p>“Don’t worry. In less than 24 hours you’re going to get exactly what you need, Karen. I’m going to show you what it’s like when a real man fucks you.”</p><p>She moaned. I imagined her eyes closed and her legs spread as she dreamed about taking me in her pussy.</p><p>“I’ll see you and your cuckold tomorrow, Karen. Sleep well tonight,” I said.</p><p>“I can’t wait,” she whispered.</p><p>I couldn’t wait either. Next time, I’ll tell you about that night in the hotel.</p><p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/i-took-cuckolds-70022773"><em><strong>Click here</strong></em></a><em> to read the next chapter of the story.</em></p>