If you’ve read any of my other successful conquests, you know I’m a Cuckolder, not a Bull. I learned the word for what I am when I was introduced to Cuckolders Inc, a Cuckolder. We screw faithful wives and turn their husbands into cuckolds. It's a hobby I’ve enjoyed since I was twenty.
I’ve never been sure, how I know if I will succeed in seducing my target. All I know is, after meeting some women, I can tell. Some husbands, I can tell will let me. If I’m not sure of both the wife and husband, I leave them alone. It’s too risky. So, I’m not sure if it’s pheromones? Body language? Telepathy? My compatriots, at least the successful ones, all seem to be able to tell too.
The second time, I turned a couple into a cuckold couple, was at the same place as my first. Camp Sierra. I was a cabin leader there, while Dana worked as the craft leader, and Wes was the handyman. I picked up Dana’s signal on the first day setting up, but Mary and Paul had only signed up for a month, while Dana and Wes for the entire summer. That's why I seduced Mary first.
After Mary and Paul left, I made the effort to help Dana set up crafts every day, and get to know her. I had been super abrupt in dealing with Mary and Paul. My instincts said I needed to be more upfront with Dana and Wes both, especially Wes. I needed to set Wes up and prepare him first. Make him picture me fucking her, and get him wanting it. Dana, I wanted her to know from the start I wanted her, that I intended to fuck her and let Wes help.
I started by letting Dana see me, watching her, There were no innuendos, it was direct from the start. When we were alone I would talk about how I’d love to touch her tits. Did she and Wes enjoy sex outdoors? All in all, very different from my normal interaction with any woman. Or husband.
Allen, I’m an ass. This is going to get me in trouble. He’s going to punch me out.
With Wes, I was talking about how I’d love to suck on her nipples. I asked him questions about her ass and cunt. I actually used the word cunt. To her husband! It made me want to cringe.
The first week it seemed to be working backward, but the next Monday, I touched her tits, not a lot, and I saw Dana's reaction. Her face had an expression, my brain couldn’t interpret. What my instinct said was, yes! My brain couldn’t tell what her reaction meant, but my instinct knew.
She’ll let me. She may not realize it yet, but she’ll let me fuck her. What the hell? How do I know she’d agree to fuck me. She’d agree to cuckold Wes too.
Now, I needed to get Wes on board.
I found Wes, he was doing some repair on the mat shed. I had fond memories of the shed from when I’d cuckolded Paul. We joked about Dana until I got serious and told him I’d love to see her naked. I could see his reaction. I could see his cock harden, his pants made it obvious. I expounded about kissing her and what that would be like. How I’d love to caress her breasts, and that I wondered what her pussy hair was like. Natural, trimmed, or shaved.
For the next few days, I was teasing Wes more and more directly, and I started telling him to picture Dana with me, and I became more direct in touching Dana where he could see. My brain said quit, but my instinct said yes.
That afternoon I told Wes that I could tell he was close to giving her to me.
“Kissing Dana is so much fun. The way she responds when I do. Her lips, the way her tongue plays with mine. I can feel her nipples harden when I do. She’s going to love it when you undress her for me. When she feels the wind on her bare tits. You’ll love watching, as you slowly expose her to me.
“I think you’ll enjoy undressing me, for her, even more. Just think about it, Wes. Seeing Dana’s tits and cunt exposed to me, and my cock exposed to her. You may come before I even touch her. You’re going to give her to me. We both know you want to see me fuck her.”
Friday, just before I left to clean up before dinner, “Wes, after lights out. At ten tonight, you and Dana meet me at the equipment shed. And make it clear to her, you’re giving her to me. I want her knowing.”
I watched the emotions pass across his face: arousal, fear, and self-hate. Almost the same as I saw on Paul a few weeks earlier.
This was what I needed and never knew it. The power.
Ok, it’d worked once, would it again? My instinct told me Wes would bring her to me, to fuck.
This time I had a couple of mats already out while I was waiting for them. When I saw Wes and Dana, I moved closer.
“Hi Dana, you’re looking great. What do you think Wes? Is there something you can think of, that might make her look more … welcoming?” I looked at him, waiting. I could see the same emotions he’d had when I told him to bring Dana to me, arousal, fear, and self-hate. With some anticipation too. The realization, what he wanted to happen, what he hated, was about to actually happen.
I saw him hesitate and then swallow. He reached to Dana and turned her to face him.
As he did that, I could see her tremble a bit. I could also see her realization, she was taking a momentous step, in her marriage to Wes. One she wanted, one Wes professed to want too, but … still momentous.