I learned about The Cuckolders Inc. from Randy five years ago when I discovered he was seducing Joanne, my next-door neighbor. I’d met Tim and Joanne two years earlier, and I liked Tim. When I accosted Randy about it, he explained it this way. They, members of the group, could tell when women were ready to ditch monogamous marriage, and their husbands wanted it.

When he explained it, I realized that's what I had done when I seduced Jenna: I was sure she’d say yes with the right prompting, and she had. In fact, she’s gone on and is fucking two other guys. I’m still not sure if Elliot, her husband, knows. He didn’t, when we were screwing.

One of their rules is to do it in front of the husband. Since I joined and learned how to be sure the husband will accept it, that's what I do. It's a point of honor for us not to break up marriages, simply be the first to screw the wife. It’s been a wonderful perk being her first and screwing her with her husband witnessing.

Tom's Anniversary Party

I was at Tom's twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party at the Royal Hotel when I saw Bailey. She’s attractive, not scary beautiful, just the right kind for me to enjoy. I was talking to her when Rod, her husband, walked by and gave her a swat on her ass. She looked at him for a second, then moved her focus back to me.

I shook my head and said, “Bailey, aren’t you ready to take charge of Rod? Last time we met, you talked like one more time would be the last. He just did it again; he’s got no respect for you. We’ve been talking…and you know what I want. I’ve been waiting. I told you what I am. This should be the culmination of months of my effort and Rod’s neglect. Your asshole husband is making it possible, so it’s not your fault. You’ve never intended to cheat on him, but he’s my best accomplice. Unwittingly, he’s it; your submission’s inevitable.

"I told you months ago that we were going to fuck; I think I might have been too blunt, but I was right, wasn’t I?"

Three Months Earlier

The first time I met them, Rod was treating her casually, as unimportant to him, and I could tell she didn’t like it. Well, as the self-appointed savior of disaffected wives, I made it my task to redeem her. 

I intended to show her what Rod was doing, keeping her in a bondage that’s not deserved. I think it's a good deed when you can release someone from it. It’s a hobby of mine to release unsatisfied women from marital oppression.

I introduced myself to her. “Hi, you’re Bailey, right? Rod’s your husband?” I waited for her to answer.

She smiled at me and replied, “That’s right, and you’re?” She hesitated.

“Ah, I’m Brad, um, Cox.” I grinned at her and added, “But don’t worry, I’m normal. I only have one.” I think I left her wondering what I meant by that last remark.

I was careful not to attack Rod directly—yet—but I wondered why he wasn’t more attentive to her. What I did at parties and events was ask where Rod was and noted conspicuously that Rod was talking to Mary, or talking to Ed and Roger. Emphasizing that he wasn’t with her.

We ran in the same social circles, and I discovered we were both members of the same country club. I made sure whenever we met; I paid attention to her, close attention. Here again, I would often ask about Rod.

Over the next few months, I started making it clear that if Rod wasn’t attentive, I’d love to take over for him, that I’d love to fill any gaps he was leaving. I asked her to lunch regularly and got to know her. Once, when I was waiting for a table at the country club, Bailey walked in alone. We were there waiting when I asked her if she’d like to share a table if Rod wouldn’t join her. It turned out that this was supposed to be a date night, except that Rod had something come up at work.

That evening, I escalated it. Near the end of dinner, I said, “There’s something I should tell you. You’re a beautiful woman; don’t think I haven't noticed. Another thing I’ve noticed is you’re ripe for…well, Rod isn’t, um, doesn’t pay much attention to you. You’re tired of it, I can tell, and I’d like to take advantage of it.” I looked at her with a smile. “When you're ready, I like to teach husbands like Rod a lesson.”

She sat back in her chair, shocked. All she could do was say, “WHAT?”

“Bailey, I intend for us to fuck. Yes, fuck. You and I.” I paused for emphasis. “One day, Rod’s going to piss you off too many times, and when he does, you and I are going to make him our cuckold.”

After dinner, I guided us into a small private room, where I took control of her as I kissed her. I had one hand holding her head as I invaded her mouth with my tongue. She was responding when my other hand started caressing her breasts. She stiffened and tried to pull away. 

“Brad, stop it.”

“Bailey, you feel so wonderful. I’d love to …”

Bailey reacted by moving away and breaking off our kiss. “That’s enough, Brad, no more, please.” 

“Not now, okay,” I replied, “but some other time I’m going to bring it up again.” I was making it obvious that I was trying to seduce her. It was also obvious that Bailey enjoyed my attempts. 

We continued to meet for lunch and at the country club for dinner occasionally. She became more and more open to my advances. If she took one step further, she’d try to retreat. When I first kissed her, she’d resist any more for a while. A passionate kiss would cause a temporary retreat to polite kisses. When passionate kisses first included breast play, we moved from public to our car, like we were teenagers, eighteen-year-olds making out in a car. 

That’s when I finally gave her an ultimatum: “Bailey, stop playing with me. Stop all this back-and-forth bullshit. Rod doesn’t pay any attention to you, really, does he? I want you and Rod won’t care. Hell, he might not even notice it.

“I want you, I want to make love to you, more than that, I want to fuck you. I want to undress you. I want you naked for me, so I can fuck you. So you and I can fuck. Do you understand? You’re going to let my cock take you away from Rod. I’m going to cum in your pussy, and we’re going to make him our cuck, cuckold. And it’s going to happen soon.”

“NO, no, I’m not doing that,” she whispered. “Brad, no, I’m not.”

"What am I doing right now?” I said to her. “Where is my hand? Can you feel what I’m doing?”

She was trembling with my fingers in her pussy. She was adorable, trying to resist, but I knew she’d submit.

BAILEY - BACK AT TOM’S ANNIVERSARY PARTY

Rod was off talking to someone here. Business, sports, or the weather, who knows? When Brad came back to talk to me again, he asked if I wanted a glass of wine. I answered, saying Pinot Grigio. We did a little bantering about what he had said earlier.

I knew what he wanted. Me, naked, under him, with his cock in my pussy. He’d never hidden it. Well, no one could say he wasn’t honest about his intentions. I felt a shiver thinking about it. I’d been remembering after Steve’s party when Rod had said something. He’d used Steve's name when we’d been making love. What had that been about?

When Brad came up to talk, he said, “What would you like?” With a grin, “What kind of wine, that is. If there’s something else you’d like, you can share that too.”

My tongue licked my lips and with a grin I replied, “What kind of wine? Um, Pinot Grigio, I think. Your other question… my answer is, um, not here, not now.”

With a nod, he got my wine, and we started talking. He guided us out of the way, and when the band moved into a slow dance, he took advantage of it. He was holding me close, so my breasts were rubbing against him. It was nice to be with someone who wanted me. 

There was a curtain on one wall. Brad brushed it aside and took me into a smaller meeting room. He kissed me before touching my tits. I loved it when he did that. “We're not still there, and it's later. So, tell me. What would you like?”

This is it, he intends to fuck me tonight. He’s been warning me.

“What I’d like? Um.”

He interrupted me, “Upstairs, in room six thirty-two. Do you have your makeup with you?”

He’d told me to bring it with me. When he’d said it, I knew what he intended tonight. If I brought it, my makeup, I was submitting to him. I’d let him fuck me. He wasn’t forcing me to cheat on Rod.

There were one hundred and fifty people there. In thirty minutes, there would be one hundred and forty-eight guests. I’d decided. I went up a flight of stairs and then took the elevator to the sixth floor. He was there, waiting, and my hands were trembling.

I decided before tonight that I was going to do it. It really wasn’t a hard decision. “B-Brad, we’re really going to do it? Tonight?” I whispered. “I’m going to make…Um, no, I’m going to let you fuck me, aren’t I? Your cock, your cock is going to cum in me, isn’t it?” I shivered and continued, "I’ll be completely naked for you. Please, please. You were right, I’m ready.”

He hugged me, put his hands on my tits, and squeezed them. I closed my eyes and touched his cock. 

We slipped into the room, and I stood there while he slipped the straps off my shoulders and pulled the top down, exposing my bra. Brad’s kisses moved down to my shoulders and then to the exposed parts of my breasts. I stood there, absorbing the sensations, while he slipped off my bra. This was as far as I had let him take me. From here on, it would all be new.

When he finished undressing me, he had his shoes and shirt off and paused. I swallowed and unbuttoned his trousers, unzipped them, and pulled them down, exposing his cock. This was what I wanted: him ready to fuck me. I’d come close, but never quite could do it.

He said, “Bailey, after I make love to you, we’re going back to the party for a while, but we’re coming back, and you’re—no, we’re telling Rod what we did here. And then, we’re inviting him to come up and see it. Me fucking you.”

I stepped back, looking at him. This was new, but if I didn’t tell Rod, did I do anything? I hesitated.

He asked me, “Tell me, what do you want?” His hand brushed my tit. “This?” His hand reached under her dress, touching my pussy. “Or this?” He took my hand and placed it on his cock. “Maybe this?" And he kissed me. “Or all of it, whenever you want it.”

My arousal was overwhelming me. My voice was tentative at first, replying. “Yes. Brad, all of it.” I continued, “I’ll tell Rod, tell him to come back here and… god, watch as you fuck me again.” My voice failed for a bit. “Brad, even that. I’ll do it. Please, Brad.”

Then I stepped out of my dress. 

At first, I stood with Brad admiring me. And then he moved forward and kissed me; an overpowering kiss. It signified my willingness to cuckold Rod, and I knew I’d never be the same.

I only had a slip on, and he carefully lifted it over my head and kissed my shoulder. I was trembling as he unfastened my bra. It was so different letting him see my breasts when I knew that was as far as we’d go, compared to Brad seeing my tits when he was going to be fucking me. I felt delirious with longing; I wanted him so badly.

He gave me a soul-searing kiss I felt in my core, and it worked. God, it worked. I took the elastic on my panties and pushed them down to my ankles, and stepped out of them. I didn’t feel beautiful; I felt glorious. He pushed me against a wall and worshipped my pussy. He kneeled in front of me, forced my legs apart, and licked, bit, and sucked on my clit.

I was dazed and had to be helped to the bed. He laid me back with my feet on the floor, and Brad licked some more. I felt the tension building until it crashed over me. My eyes closed to enjoy the sensations until they slowly died away.

“More, yes, more, Brad,” I murmured. “Yes, your cock, Brad. I want your cock in me. I want to feel it. I need to feel wanton; I need to cuckold Rod. NOW. Yes, now, please.”

He got on the bed, placed his cock against the entrance, then I forced it into me, scooting down.

“That’s right. That's what I want; I cuckolded Rod. I forced your cock into, um, my pussy? No, my cunt. I’ve never said that word, but that’s what it is now, my cunt. Keep fucking me, I want you to cum in it, to complete his cuckolding.”

I continued as long as I could until I felt his release inside my, um, cunt.

ROD

I was near the band when I saw Bailey walk up to me with Brad. I didn't know him well, but I'd seen him around, and he was a fellow member of Hill Top Country Club. I knew that they'd had dinner together when I'd been tied up at work.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, privately? Brad and I have a question we wanted to ask you. You remember Brad? Right?”

I smiled at Brad and said, "Sure, you have that insurance agency on 14th. Don't you?”

I broke away, and they led me into the lobby. Bailey hesitated a second and said, “First off, I’m not going home with you tonight.” I just stood there, listening. “Second, Brad and I spent an hour fucking in his room earlier, which you didn’t even notice, by the way. So we just cuckolded you. You’re my cuckold now.”

It took a bit before it made sense. Fucking Bailey, Brad, and cuckold? How did they make sense together? I felt nauseous when they penetrated. I tried to stand, but Brad stopped me.

She stared at me before continuing. "Yes, Brad and I cuckolded you tonight. It’s our first time, but I did it. I forced his cock into me, and he came in my…ah, cunt. Rod, it was amazing. Breathtaking even. The sensation when I forced his cock into my cunt. My cunt, Rod. Not my pussy. I did it; I forced his cock into my cunt. Then, after he fucked me for a long time, when I felt his jizz, his cream, flood my cunt, it was even better. I’d completed your cuckolding.” She kissed me and said, "I still love you, but god, feeling his cock take me, it was too exciting to give up. I won't. I'm going to do it again, with Brad and other men, other lovers."

I tried to interrupt, but Bailey wouldn’t let me. “The last thing is, you’re invited to watch us do it again. If you want to. We can make our goodbyes together, then you can follow us upstairs or go home. Your choice, cuckold.” 

"Why? What's..." I tried to say, but she interrupted me.

"It's been going on for years," she said, "ignoring me, canceling dates. We're hardly married anymore." She grimaced before saying, “We can talk about it when I get home; um, Sunday, whichever it is, then we can talk. Not before. Now you’re my cuckold, and your only choice is to watch us fuck, or go home and imagine it.”

Brad kissed her and added. “If you come back inside before we leave to go upstairs again, then we can depart on our own journeys. Us, upstairs, and you, well, go home or accompany us upstairs. Your choice.”

Bailey stepped up to me and gave me a light kiss, saying, “I want you to come upstairs with us. I’d like you to watch us, but… It's your decision."

They went back into Tom's party as it was breaking up, while I sat in the lobby thinking. It was a shock, but as it slowly sank in, I remembered all the times I'd tried to tell her I wanted to watch her with Steve. I’d been fantasizing about seeing Bailey with Steve’s cock in her. 

A fantasy, but a recurring one. They were presenting me with the real thing. Hell. 

Being her cuckold, letting other men, no, letting her screw other men? I was trying to read my emotions, discounting the shock. I was imagining Bailey on a bed with Brad’s cock taking her. Her expression of passion as it entered her. Could I live with it? It wasn't a huge change substituting Brad with Steve, but…

I finally went back to Tom’s party, still undecided. They’d already done it, so…

When I met Brad, he said, “Well, Rod, are you going home so you can imagine what we’re doing?” Brad continued, “Get your car or join us in the elevator.”

I almost left, but I finally followed them into the elevator. Brad kissed her and touched her tits from outside her clothes. There wasn’t enough time for more until we reached the sixth floor.

I could barely stand because I was still trying to realize what was happening. When we entered his room, I saw the bed and instantly knew what it meant. This was where he'd fucked Bailey and cuckolded me. I deserved it; it was because of my inattention that he'd been able to do it so easily. What surprised me was my physical reaction to seeing the bed; my sexual thermometer had turned hard and stiff.

I was trying to understand my cock's instant reaction to seeing where Brad had screwed Bailey, and cucked me. When I pictured Bailey naked on the bed with Brad's improbably huge red cock about to impale her, I started leaking cum. The images I saw were arousing me, and I had no idea they might. This was different from my fantasies about Steve; it was real.

Brad told me to sit in the chair that was placed by the bed so I could see and hear what happened. He emphasized not interfering, on pain of banishment.

Brad turned his attention back to Bailey by kissing her. Not just lips, but all over her face. I saw her tremble from what Brad was doing. I heard Brad comforting Bailey, "Relax, ignore Rod. Focus on you and me. Right now, he doesn’t matter. It’s just the two of us that matter.” He continued, “I’m going to undress you, just like I did earlier this evening. He can tell what we did in here before. Relax and enjoy what we’re doing.”

I slowly got my trembling under control when she said, “Brad, I’m ready.” She kissed him as he started. He paid attention to each area as he uncovered it, taking it slow, increasing the tension. It worked on me. I wanted to stop it, but I was riveted as it unfolded.

When he had her naked from the waist down and was kissing her breasts, I couldn’t stop myself. "God, no, Bailey, don’t let him do that. Please don’t. I can’t believe.” I stopped for a bit, but continued when he was kissing her tits, biting them. "Hell, I’m letting him do it, I’m letting her do it. Stop him, Rod, stop.” When he continued fondling her tits, pinching, pulling, and twisting the nipples, I knew I couldn’t—wouldn’t do anything to stop them.

Then she closed her eyes so she could focus on the sensations her tits were sending, and her moans started. When I saw her unbutton the top button on her pants, I realized my protests were over. I wanted it to happen; I wanted to witness Brad fucking her, screwing her.

“Brad, finish undressing me, please. I want to be... Brad, I want to be naked for you. When you’re naked, God, I want to taste your cock, your cum. I want your cock to cum in my mouth.”

When I heard that, it increased my pain. Bailey was going to let him cum in her mouth. She wanted him to. She’d always told me it was disgusting even touching my cock, but for him, god, she was asking for it.

“When you come, I’ll be your…I’ll swallow it.” She looked at me and said, “Brad, I’ll be your slut. I…want to be. Ah, your slut.” She looked at me with need in her eyes, need for Brad. “Rod, I’m his fuck toy. Rod, I’m his slut. Not yours. I want him to do all those nasty things to me. Thinking about it, I want it all."

Brad was removing her pants and panties, and I was sobbing, trying to deny what she’d said. “No, please, no.” My cock was throbbing, and I pulled it out, trying to stop it.

Brad walked in front of me and said, “This is your time to help. Undress me, so I can fuck Bailey’s mouth and then her pussy. You want to help me cuckold you again, don’t you?”

BRAD

Rod stood and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. His cock was still hard with arousal, and Bailey was watching him.

“Bailey, it’s hard to believe Rod will help, but he’s going to enjoy it as much as we do,” I said, “Look at his cock, it’s leaking cum. He’s your cuckold, and now he’s a willing cuckold. You’re in charge now." I smiled and said. “When we’re through tonight, you won’t need to stop. You can fuck, screw anyone, anywhere, and anytime. You can let him watch or make him imagine what you’re doing.”

Rod finished undressing me, and I sent him back to his chair. I got on the bed, kneeling in front of her, where I could still see Rod. Well, where we both could watch him. His hand was stroking his penis, but he wasn’t saying no any longer; he was intent on watching us and masturbating. I focused on my cock and Bailey's mouth. She took as much as she could and used her hands on the rest of it and my balls.

One thing was for sure: enthusiasm was worth more than experience. Bailey brought a lot of enthusiasm. Gradually, I took control by holding her head and thrusting. I finally told her I wanted to change, and I moved her to the edge of the bed with her head off the bed, and I face-fucked her.

“This is what my slut enjoys, Rod. Can you see the difference?” I glanced at him, and he had his cock in his hand, trying to get off.

When I started feeling that I was getting close, I held her head still, and I came in just a few more strokes with the first spurts in her mouth. I gradually pulled out to release some outside. My cum was oozing from her mouth.

I heard Rod yell and then saw him erupt all over himself.

Rod was a cuckold, and he’d seen it happen. Bailey wouldn’t stop with me now that she’d experienced the excitement of cuckolding Rod. She was now a free woman in charge of whatever she wanted. Bailey would taste cum from men, any man she wanted.

Another success!