Becca Bellamy
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Birth of a Hotwife - Part 9
🕑 Added 2024-08-11 04:57:55 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
I woke up to the sound of the shower running. I looked at my phone and saw a text from Cole telling me that he couldn't wait to see me that night. I smiled and my pussy actually tingled a little as I thought of getting fucked by my bull.
I got up and headed for the bathroom. I stripped and dropped my t-shirt and panties on the floor. I slid the shower door open and smiled at my husband. "Mind if I join you?"
Russell smiled and nodded and I stepped into the shower and almost immediately pressed my body against his. We kissed and his cock grew until I could feel it pressing against me. I took him in my hand and stroked him slowly while sucking on his tongue.
"How long has it been?" I asked.
"Four days."
Denial is tough for a cuckold, but it also enhances his pleasure, which is why I'd taken to denying Russell the typical volume of orgasms he'd gotten used to over the first half year of me fucking other people. I still got him off once or twice a week, but as things had progressed with Cole I'd slowed the frequency from the three or four times a week he’d been cumming beforehand and the result had been better orgasms and more significant arousal for my husband.
"I woke up thinking about my bull," I said.
Russell moaned, though that was probably because I was teasing the head of his cock.
"I woke up wet, baby," I continued. "Wet for Cole. Wet for Cole's cock."
I pushed Russell to his knees and pulled his mouth to my pussy. He went to work right away and I noticed that he was stroking himself.
"No touching your cock," I demanded. "Just concentrate on my pussy."
He ran his hand up the back of my legs and grabbed my ass. I moaned as his tongue lapped at my clit. His fingers found their way inside me and he managed to locate my g-spot for a little extra stimulation.
I didn't want him to make me cum, though. I wanted to be pent up for my date. I stepped back and helped Russell to his feet. I took his cock in my hand again. I guided it between my legs. I rubbed it over my pussy lips and watched the pleasure on his face.
Then I spun around and faced the wall. I looked over my shoulder. He stared at my ass so I shook it for him. "You want me, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
"You want to put your cock in your wife's cunt and fuck me hard until you've flooded me with your cum, don't you?"
"Please," was all he said.
I pushed my hips back and Russell directed his cock inside me. I looked over my shoulder and saw the pleasure on his face. It felt so good he closed his eyes and of course he moaned so beautifully. He was smart enough not to fuck me, though. I hadn't told him to, after all.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
"Fuck yes."
"Bury it inside me, but don't pull out."
Russell grabbed my hips and filled me with one slow thrust. He leaned in and kissed my neck as the steam swirled around us. I turned my head and my lips found his. I could tell Russell wanted to fuck me. He kept pulling out just a tiny bit and then pushing back inside, like it was taking every bit of his self control to resist the urge to have his way with me.
"Who does that pussy belong to today?" I asked.
Russell groaned.
"Tell me, Russell. Who does my pussy belong to today?"
"Cole," he answered. "Your bull. Your pussy belongs to your bull today."
He pulled out without being told and I smiled. A little while back I'd established that Russell wouldn't be fucking me on days when I was with Cole. I wanted my pussy to be pristine for my bull, so of course I couldn't let me husband have it. That proved thrilling and frustrating for Russell, but I've come to understand that those two emotions often work in tandem to create the best cuckold experience.
"And what about my mouth?" I asked as I turned around and stroked Russell's cock. "Whose cock gets to enjoy my mouth today?"
"Your bull's cock."
He was so fucking hard. Harder than usual. By that point his face was pure arousal, too. Russell wasn't a reluctant cuckold. He loved it. Sometimes he experienced angst and frustration, of course, but he loved being a cuckold.
"That's right," I said. "My mouth belongs to my bull today. You're lucky I let you kiss me on days like this. You're lucky I let you feel even that little bit of pleasure."
"I know," he answered with a smile.
I rewarded him with a kiss, of course. A long, slow, deep kiss. Then I had him wash my body and shave my pussy. I don't always have Russell help prepare me, but since I was already in the shower I figured I might as well put him to work. The fact that his dick stayed hard throughout was proof that he thoroughly enjoyed himself.
"Would you like to dress me in my lingerie later?" I asked.
"I would," he answered. "I'd love that, actually."
I kissed him on the cheek, gently smacked his ass, and told him that I'd absolutely let him do that.
"Could we...could we buy you something new?" he asked.
I smiled. What a delight. "Something for me to wear for Cole?
Russell nodded.
"Would that excite you?"
He nodded again.
"Then yes, we could buy something for me to wear for my bull."
He was excited. Genuinely excited. So I got ready, we got dressed, and then we went out for breakfast and did some lingerie shopping. It had actually been a little while since I'd bought something brand new and I was surprised at the variety of brightly-colored options there were.
I'm usually a classics girl, but I tried on this orange bra, panty, and garter belt set. The material was semi sheer with these lovely designs that were tactfully laid out to cover my nipples and pussy and it looked really hot. As it turns out, orange is a good color for me. My eyes really popped and my hair looked better.
I'd originally planned on letting Russell see everything after I'd tried it on - the stuff that fit well, at least - but when I was in the fitting room I pivoted to a strategy of denial. Russell helped pick everything out so he had a sense of how I'd look in it, but I thought it would be more fun if Cole was the first man to see me in the lingerie and that Russell would only get to see it after my bull had fucked me in it.
I emerged from the fitting room with the orange lingerie set in my hand and I saw the disappointment on Russell's face. He stood and I kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Sorry, baby. I decided that Cole deserves to see me in the lingerie first. He's the one we're buying it for, after all, so he should get to enjoy it before my cuck husband does."
I then kissed his neck and moaned softly enough that only he could hear it. I pressed my hips forward and was thrilled to feel Russell's erection pressing gently into my stomach.
"Let's go. I want you to pay for this," I added. "It's only fitting that you pull out your credit card to buy the lingerie that another man's going to fuck me in tonight."
It was symbolic, of course, but I know that Russell enjoyed actually pulling out his credit card and paying for the lingerie that Cole would fuck me in. I know him well enough to see when he's aroused, even when he's trying to hide it.
"What would you have done if I'd told the girl at the register that you were buying me the lingerie to wear for another man?" I asked as we walked towards the car.
He looked at me like I was crazy and I saw a touch of fear in his eyes. "I...I don't know. I suppose...I mean, probably nothing. It..."
Then he looked away and I saw just a little hint of arousal on his face. I stopped in the middle of the parking lot, stepped closer, and kissed his neck softly. I heard him moan and I whispered, "It would have turned you on a little bit if she knew you were a generous cuckold who'd taken your wife shopping to buy her something sexy to her bull will fuck her long and hard tonight, so her bull will make her cum on his perfect cock over and over and over until her pussy is sore and she's completely exhausted. You would have liked it if that beautiful girl knew that you were that kind of cuckold."
"Yes," he admitted.
I boldly grabbed his cock through his pants to confirm that he was hard and released him just as quickly. I kissed him, too, offering my tongue and making it last long enough that someone honked at us. I laughed as we scurried out of the way and got into the car.
I leaned over to kiss Russell before he could even start it. I stroked him through his pants, too. I considered pulling his cock out and going down on him during the drive home, but there was a good chance that would result in an orgasm.
Instead, I opted for more cuckold teasing. As Russell pulled out of the parking lot I leaned over, caressed his cock once more, and said, "You know, if I'd gone shopping with Cole I'd have his cock in my mouth by now."
Russell gripped the steering wheel hard and moaned.
"I'd have unzipped his pants the moment he got behind the wheel. I'd have been sucking his cock by the time he pulled out of the parking lot. I'd have moaned as he put a hand on the back of my head to gently guide my mouth down onto his cock."
For what it's worth, it was true. I'd given Cole a handful of blowjobs in the car and there was something about it that made my pussy really wet. I think it's in part because I didn't give my husband blowjobs in the car and in part because there's something about sucking the cock of a man like Cole that really gets me going.
"My pussy would be wet, too," I continued. "Soaking wet. I'm getting wet just thinking about sucking his cock."
Russell's dick was hard and I saw a little wet spot in his jeans as he dripped precum.
"Of course, he wouldn't cum in my mouth. He'd hold off until we got back to his place so he could pound my tight, married pussy with his big dick and cum that way."
"Fuck...Nat...if you don't stop I might cum in my pants."
It was tempting to see if I could make that happen, but I stopped. I didn't want Russell cumming until I got home from my date. I did, however, finger myself a little bit and I let Russell lick them clean when I was finished.
I did a little work around the house once we got home and then I started getting ready for my date. I went for an overtly sexy look with my hair and makeup and I'm pretty sure I pulled it off, at least based on the dumbfounded look on my husband's face when I called him into the bedroom to dress me.
I was really horny by that point and I considered having Russell worship my pussy to give me an orgasm, but I held off. I wanted Cole to be the one to make me cum.
Russell dressed me as I talked about how eager I was to get fucked, how badly I needed my bull's cock inside me. I let him kiss my pussy a few times through my panties, but otherwise he had to focus on the task at hand.
I made Russell promise that he wouldn't masturbate while I was gone and then Cole pulled into the driveway. I gave Russell a kiss on the cheek and met my bull outside his car. He pulled me into his arms for a long, deep kiss and his hands found my ass in the short, flirty sundress I had on.
I told him I'd been thinking about him all day and he told me the same. The kiss had gotten him stiff and it thrilled me to feel him pressing into me as we kissed.
I was tempted to suck his dick on the way to the restaurant. I was tempted to make him cum in my mouth, in fact, but I held off.
Dinner was exquisite and afterwards we walked down the street to an ice cream shop. We held hands as we walked. It was a simple thing, but it felt romantic in the moment. Cole pulled me close and put his arm around my waist a few times. I liked that feeling. I liked the sensation of being his girlfriend in that moment. I liked it more than I thought I would, actually, and stopped to kiss him a few times on our walk to the ice cream place.
We each got a cone and enjoyed it outside. We shared ice cream flavored kisses. He shared a few stories about the worst personal training clients he's ever had and I told him how grateful I was for his particular talents in that arena as I was in the best shape of my life.
"Believe me, I know," he replied with a smile.
He knew because he saw me naked a great deal. He knew because he fucked me hard almost every time he saw me naked. He knew because I could actually take a harder fucking than I'd been able to when we first got together.
I did suck Cole's cock on the drive back to his house. I'd been thinking about it since driving home with Russell and I couldn't resist. It wasn't a blowjob meant to make him cum, but I went at it for most of the drive. Honestly, I like having him in my mouth. I also know that men tend to think quite fondly of women that suck their dicks in the car and I really, really like the idea of Cole thinking of me as often as possible.
He picked me up the moment we got in his house. He carried me to the bedroom while we kissed. My pussy got wet - just as it always does - at the ease with which he hoisted me off the ground and carried me. It's like I weigh nothing at all when he’s holding me in his arms like that.
Cole set me on his bed and crawled on top to kiss me. He pressed his crotch against mine and moved his hips in a way that generated glorious friction. I was eager to get fucked, but I'd put on lingerie just for him and I wanted to make sure he saw it, so I rolled him onto his back and got out of the bed.
I did a little striptease for my bull while he hastily removed his pants. I danced for him while he stroked his cock. I got even more turned on doing it, mostly because of the look in his eyes. Cole wanted me and he wanted me desperately.
"What do you think of the lingerie?"
"It's really fucking hot," he answered.
"Russell helped me pick it out."
"Really?"
I nodded. "It was his idea, actually. He's getting more and more into being a cuck. He was all hot and bothered as we shopped for it. I was going to model it for him, but I decided that you deserved to see it first, that you deserved to fuck me in this sexy lingerie before my husband gets to see me in it."
Cole stood up, took his shirt off as quickly as he could, and grabbed me. He picked me up and turned to toss me into his bed. He pulled a condom from his nightstand and put it on his gorgeous, throbbing cock. He was desperate for me and I felt the same way.
I spread my legs in the bed as I watched him put on the condom. His chest and arm muscles rippled as he did so. His body was so fucking taut and I wanted it on top of me so badly. I was genuinely soaked with desire.
He was inside me moments after crawling between my legs. His lips found mine and we kissed wildly as he fucked me. I was wet enough that I didn't need any time to get used to his size. I was ready to be pounded after a whole day of thinking about him.
Cole fucked me especially hard that night. I think it was the lingerie, though even more so I think it was the notion that Russell had helped pick it out and that I'd denied him the chance to see me in it until my bull had done so.
I had three orgasms that night. Cole had two. Both were loud and vigorous. Both were the sort that makes a man develop a complete obsession with the woman that made him cum that hard. I like that Cole feels that way about me, because I feel that way about him.
Cole drove me home after we'd sufficiently recovered from our second fuck. My hair and makeup were a little messier than when I'd left, but that's the exact kind of thing a cuckold wants to see when his wife walks in the door.
I gave Cole a long kiss as he pulled into the driveway. Long enough that his cock got hard again. I contemplated giving him a blowjob in the car, but his third orgasm of the night probably would have taken too long so instead I promised I'd make him feel good the next time I saw him.
Then I went inside to my husband. Russell was waiting for me in the living room. He stood as soon as I came in. I smiled and gestured for him to sit.
I took my dress off, though he didn't get a striptease. He did stare at me the same way Cole had, though. I think I looked even better in the lingerie than Russell had expected.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"It's perfect. Did he like it?"
I nodded and sauntered towards my husband. I straddled him and he ran his hands up my sides and back. "He loved it. He loved that you helped pick it out, too, and he loved that I didn't let you see it, that I wanted him to be the first man to see me in the lingerie and to fuck me in it."
"Yeah? He loved that?"
I kissed him. Deeply. "Yes. He fucked me even harder than usual because of it. He fucked me until my pussy was sore. He fucked me so good and so hard and he made me cum twice, baby. I had two unbelievable orgasms tonight. Two orgasms with my bull's cock inside me."
I got off his lap and took Russell's pants and underwear off. I removed my panties and straddled him again. I took him inside me. I was sore, but I wanted him to cum in me.
"Now that Cole's had his way with me, you can have my pussy," I said.
Russell moaned and I felt his body tremble a bit.
"You'll never fuck me first on a day I'm going to see him - he deserves a pristine version of my pussy - but there's no reason you can't be the second man inside me, Russell. Does it feel good to be in my pussy after Cole had his way with me? After he fucked me so hard and made me cum the way he did?"
Russell nodded and it wasn't entirely clear if he could speak.
"Should I ride you, baby? Should I make you cum inside me?"
"Yes, please."
I rode him slowly. I wanted him to be able to enjoy it. I also felt the soreness, and I knew that riding him hard might actually be a bit uncomfortable.
"I want you to take me shopping again before my next date with Cole. I want you to buy me a dress so I look really hot for him on our date. I want every guy in the restaurant to be jealous of Cole because I'm on his arm. I want you to buy me a dress that makes Cole spend the entire night feeling like he's desperate to fuck me. If you do, I'll bring him back here and fuck him in our bed while you watch, baby. I'll fuck him in our bed and invite him to sleep the night."
Russell came inside me. I didn't cum, but I wasn't expecting to, nor did I need to. My bull had tended to my needs and I wanted to make sure my cuckold got what he wanted.
I kissed him deeply after all his grunts and groans subsided. I caressed his face. I told him I loved him. He told me the same.
"Are you really going to invite him to spend the night here?"
"I'd like to," I answered. "I don't have to, but I'd like to."
He looked up at me. His eyes were so full of vulnerability. "I'd like that too," he answered.
"Good. I'll set it up for next weekend."
I kissed him. I stayed in his lap until he was nearly soft inside me. We got cleaned up together and then shared a glass of wine as I went on my phone and started looking up dresses to give him an idea of how I wanted to look for my date.
That date went well, by the way. So did the night at our house. I'll tell you about it next time.
