How Did He Know?

No, my name isn’t Breeder, it’s Thomas or Tom to most people. I am a Cuckolder, a member of Cuckolders Inc. We’re a disparate group of men with a lot of different goals. Most of us get their satisfaction from the cuckolding itself, fucking affair virgin, making them enjoy having another man’s cock in them. Then watch as their husbands come. while the cuckolder’s cock is taking them. Some of the others enjoy forcing extra submission from their cuckold couple, like Carl. That includes facials, public sex, and making the cuckold procure men to fuck her. I’ll let you guess what I enjoy most. I asked KeylimePi to differentiate me from the rest of the Cuckolder stories that he publishes here. I’m the only breeder in our group. The only one that wants the couple to let me have exclusive bare cock access to the wife. My goal is always to knock up my cuckold’s wife, and get her pregnant with my baby.Joan and Martin look like a perfectly normal couple, and they were, until I met them. I was at my business partner’s wedding anniversary party when I was introduced. As soon as we were introduced I could tell I could cuckold Martin, looking at Joan I also could see I could get Joan to fuck me and make Martin my cuckold. When they were used to me fucking Joan, they’d let me breed her. They might as well have had a spotlight on them, especially Joan, it was that obvious to me. Yes, I need a new breeding partner, since I just finished knocking up Robin and Anne. I need another couple to add to my breeding harem. I’ll enjoy screwing Joan and cuckolding Martin and making her pregnant, another set of parents raising my kids This wasn’t at all the way it always goes, but it’s a true story about what happened with Joan and Martin. ********* Martin *********I found a connection to Martin and I used it to get to know Martin better. Eventually, we had lunch together. Often, there is a dominant partner you work on, in their case, Martin was the one to work on. The wife is usually easier because the kid is hers. The husband knows how much he’s giving up for me.I need to turn him into agreeing to be a submissive cuckold, and only then force him to agree to give me exclusive breeding rights. If I allow my cuckold, fucking rights, he has to wear a condom every time. If we don’t give him fucking rights, he can’t fuck her until I’ve made her pregnant.Generally, I prefer it when he can’t fuck her. It’s just too easy to forget to use a condom. There is also more of a power trip when we all know I have the use of her pussy exclusively. Obviously, my cuckolds want to be able to have sex and usually I have to compromise. I started by talking about cuckolding to Martin. I talked about the experiences I’ve had cuckolding, skipping the breeding part. At first, I mostly talked about how the wives enjoyed being fucked by me, cuckolding their husbands. They loved it and when we did it in front of their husbands—it was even better. I explained seeing the emotions on the wife’s face as my cock slid inside their pussies. How seeing their bliss cross their face was wonderful, as they felt the first new cock that changed them from a faithful wife, into a cuckoldress. Over time I started making it more personal, “I’m going to love seeing you watch me undress ücreti elden alan escort Joan for the first time. Picture Joan, as I undo her bra, showing her breasts to me. When I do I’m going to kiss them and suck on them. I’ll be arousing her and making her want more, and I’ll be giving it to her. You’ll know she wants my hands on her “Martin, picture her as I finish undressing her, I’ve got her naked on the bed and her legs are wide, ready for my cock. The tip of my cock is wet, anticipating the sensations as it slides inside her pussy.”Each time we met, I made it longer, extending the scene to him making it more explicit, how he’d love watching my cum ooze out of her pussy. This continued for a few more weeks until I thought he was ready to be exposed to cuckolding. That’s when I sent him carefully selected links to two stories and some cuckold forum threads about cuckolding and breeding. I told him to read the links and that we’d meet tomorrow.We met at a park where we were isolated and I told him, “You want to watch, don’t you? You want to see Joan cuckold you, don’t you?”He looked at me and hesitantly said, “um, I’m uh, maybe?”“You’ve read the links I sent you about cuckolds, haven’t you?” I stared at him, “Haven’t you?” He nodded and added, “Yes, some.”“Well, being cuckolded is easy, I look for complete cuckolds. Cuckolds that want me to fuck their wives, but breed them too, make them pregnant. I want Joan, but I want the complete experience for us. All of us. I want you watching Joan and me fuck. I want to fuck Joan until I get her pregnant, and I want you to help me do that.”He stood up emphatically saying, “No, not that.”I told him to sit down and continued, “The most intense sensations, the most intense emotions for you, will come from not just me fucking Joan, but watching, knowing I’m going to be impregnating her, making her pregnant. Picture it, Martin, Joan, on your bed, naked, her pussy wet, waiting for my cock, wanting my cock. Joan is letting me fuck her, knowing that I might be putting my baby in her. She’ll be climaxing, hoping this is the time.”I didn’t mention my real goal. Making sure that it was me, that knocked her up. That would come later. I could see his erection as I finished, beginning to twitch until there was a wet spot on his crotch.********* Joan *********While I was working on Martin, I was talking to Joan, seducing her.Joan worked in a building near where I worked and I was able to find where she ate lunch, and I made my connection with her there. I mentioned that Fred was my partner and we’d been introduced at their wedding anniversary party. We met there a few times until I suggested a Chinese place I liked, not too far away. I didn’t want her co-workers to see me seducing her. My instincts were leading me, and the second time we had lunch away from her co-workers, my instinct was blatant about it.We were in the car going back to work when I blurted out, “Joan, I’d love to see you,” I paused, then continued, “all of you. Naked.”I didn’t say another word but later, I texted her at work, ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.’It was almost quitting time when I got a text back, ‘Apology accepted. Though ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort I would like to meet after work for a glass of wine, at six at Alora’s wine bar.’I immediately texted back, ‘at six.’I walked in, she was sitting at a table waiting. When I walked up I leaned over and kissed her on her lips, just a light kiss but still a kiss. I sat and took her hand and said, “I had no right to say that to you.”I waited for her to say something. She looked at me for a moment and asked, “What made you say that?”“I shouldn’t have said that, but I won’t apologize for thinking it, because I’m still thinking about it,” I smiled at Joan, “but I won’t say it. Okay?”The waitress came by and we ordered a couple of appetizers and a couple of glasses of Pino Gris. After the waitress left, Joan said, “What else are you thinking? Inquiring minds want to know. Will you share?”My answer was, “If I do, will I have to apologize again?” I grinned at her.She grinned back, “Since this time I asked for it, no apologies will be required. Just tell me, with no filters. Okay?” “No filters? Really? Okay, here goes. I’m picturing you just the way I told you I wanted to. In bed, waiting for me to join you. Join you, join my cock, in your pussy. Both of us will be naked, ready for sex. Is that too explicit? No apologies. Right?”I could feel my cock get hard. And my instincts made me ask, “Is there any chance of that happening, Joan? I’d love it if it happened.”Joan looked away and answered, “Well I asked, didn’t I? It’s more explicit than I expected, but no apologies are expected. Tom, um, not any time soon.”I could see she was breathing a little harder and I thought I could see her nipples show. I let our conversation move to more casual topics. When we finished I stood up and kissed her a little harder, well, maybe more than a little harder. The next time we drove for lunch I kissed her with just a brush across her tits with my right hand. “I’m still thinking the same thing I was before.”********* Martin *********I met Martin a couple more times and I talked about my history with cuckolds and the fact that most of them eventually wanted me to get their wives pregnant. Why did he keep meeting me? He enjoyed the tension I was creating in his mind, the arousal he was feeling vs. the jealousy he was feeling, thinking about me fucking Joan. I was watching him to see his reaction. I could see his erection as I talked about cuckolding him. I could also see his reaction when I introduced giving them my baby. His erection didn’t change, but his expression did. The humiliation became stronger, and the arousal became stronger. Verbally, he rejected the idea, vehemently. Each time Martin and I had lunch I was telling him about how much my cuckolds hated that I was fucking their wives, but they couldn’t, they wouldn’t stop it. They hated it, but wanted it more. I was getting him picturing Joan as my cock slipped inside her pussy, knowing I could get her pregnant.Every time I met him I would gradually explain in more and more detail what to expect. Martin was still meeting me for drinks, I thought because he enjoyed me telling him about becoming ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort bayan my cuckold and because he secretly wanted to be convinced to let me breed her. I told him I wanted Joan, wanted to fuck her but I wouldn’t cuckold him until he consented to the ultimate submission, the ultimate cuckolding. I ignored his verbal objections, I knew he was weakening, so I kept describing the cuckolding, him seeing Joan’s excitement as I fucked her and his excitement as he watched her come on my cock. Then I would tell him about another cuckold couple, I had bred and the husband’s reaction, and actual enjoyment. Each time the objections became more perfunctory. It was obvious he was gradually getting ready to agree.We were meeting three times a week for drinks, at his request, near the end. He wanted me to convince him to let me breed her. He needed me to convince him.I started telling him about the other couples that I’d cuckolded and then I’d fathered all their children. Marriages, where the wife explained she wanted all their children to be true siblings, not just half-siblings. The husbands needed the agony of letting me usurp their place. The angst of knowing I was going to be the biological father of all their kids. The dread as they watched, as I fucked and fucked their wives, until they finally got pregnant. All I had to do is watch his cock as we talked to see his objections slowly soften and then quit until I asked him directly, ”Do you, will you consent to me breeding Joan? Yes or no?”He started to reply, stopped then started again, “I … I can’t I just can’t. Don’t ask me that.”I then told him what I was sure would convince him. “Is it can’t or won’t? I’ve never cuckolded someone, and not been allowed to finish by breeding his wife. I just don’t do that, Martin. If you truly can’t  then well … uh, that’s that.“I started to get up when Martin stopped me and stuttered, “Uh, wait for a b-bit. L-let me think, please. Maybe uh, maybe I can. Let me think. Tomorrow I’ll tell you, give you an answer. we can meet tomorrow if that works for you, please.”I replied to him, “Yes, tomorrow works. But I want willing consent. I need you to tell me directly, that you want me to cuckold you, and make Joan pregnant. Eventually, you’re going to have to tell Joan the same thing. Tell her and convince her too.”The next day we met and I told him about Katie and Sean. I described Katie’s reaction and how Sean had loved the humiliation of being cuckolded and letting me put my offspring in his wife. I asked him again, “You’ve had another day, I’ve told you about Katie and Sean. What’s your answer.”Martin was stuttering, “T-Tom, I … want you to, Hell, yes, I want you to c-cuckold me and I want you to get Joan p-pregnant.  I n-need to see Joan f-fucked and I need to see Joan pregnant with your child.”I reminded him he was going to have to convince Joan too, especially about getting her pregnant.While I was getting more explicit with Martin, and I’d finished convincing him to let me breed Joan, I was getting Joan used to the idea, I wanted to fuck her. So, I invited Martin and Joan to a barbecue at my house. ********* Joan *********When we got together, I started touching Joan where Martin could see, but Joan didn’t know he could. Gradually I let Joan see that Martin was watching, and allowing it. I was still taking Joan to lunch a couple of times a week. Then went we met at River Park, I’d found a private alcove, I took her there and with the guaranteed privacy she let me take her blouse and bra off. She was stiff and uncertain the first time, but by the third time she was helping, so I could enjoy her tits. So she could enjoy what I was doing to them.