Becca Bellamy
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Long Distance Cuckolding - Part 8
🕑 Added 2024-03-07 06:33:45 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Any man that spends a month away from his wife is going to be desperate to fuck her the moment he sees her again, assuming he's still attracted to her. I am, as you might imagine, still wildly attracted to Piper, so I was desperate for her.
Our situation is a little different than most, though, as Piper has spent the last month fulfilling my fantasy - while thoroughly enjoying herself, of course, as she hadn't started a relationship with Cal just to please me - and I hadn't been able to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her. I'd spent a month masturbating to fantasies about my wife, but it's so much different in person.
I flew into San Francisco last Friday. I felt such joy when I saw Piper at the baggage claim. It was warm - unseasonably so, actually - and she had on a sundress that she looked utterly flawless in. She practically ran into my arms and I picked her up as we kissed. I cannot tell you how badly I wanted her. It was downright torturous having to wait until we got back to her apartment.
We went straight to the bedroom. We stripped with great haste. We fell into her bed. We kissed and touched each other. I played with her perky tits and she stroked my cock. I fingered her pussy and she played with my balls. I moved between her legs to slip inside her and she welcomed me with a moan.
"Did you miss my pussy?" she asked.
I nodded. "More than you can imagine."
I filled her slowly and we kissed as I bottomed out inside her and remained still. She ran her hands down my back and grabbed my ass. Our tongues entwined beautifully and she moaned while shifting her hips and grinding her clit against my pelvis.
"Did you miss my cock?" I asked.
"I did," Piper replied before smiling and adding, "Though probably not as much as you missed my pussy."
What a thrill to see that smile. "No, probably not. You've had someone else's cock to enjoy, haven't you?"
She nodded. "I've had my boyfriend's cock, which is a very nice cock, and he uses it exceptionally well."
Holy fuck was I hard as a rock. I honestly was hesitant to thrust for fear that I might just explode inside her.
"Yeah? Your boyfriend makes you feel good? He fucks you good?" I asked.
Piper nodded and kissed my neck. "Cal fucks me so good, baby. He's made it so much easier to be away from you. It's so nice to have a boyfriend, to be able to go on dates, to hang out with someone I like so much, to satisfy my sexual desires whenever I need to."
I pulled out and slid back inside her and it felt as good as anything ever had. "And he satisfies you really well, doesn't he?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," she replied. "My boyfriend makes sure your wife is a very happy woman."
I straightened my arms like I was doing a push-up on top of Piper and looked down at her. I studied her flawlessly beautiful face and noted that her chest and cheeks were flushed red with desire. I pulled out and slid inside her. I did it again, and again, and again and she writhed beneath me.
"I think Cal's actually a little jealous that you're in town," she said. "That he can't have me this weekend."
I loved hearing that. "Why do you think that?"
"Because he was texting me all morning about how he was thinking about me. That he was thinking about how good I looked in that naughty lingerie set I bought for him. He kept telling me how badly he wanted me, how he craved me, how he couldn't get me out of his head. I believe all of that is true - I feel the same thing most days - but it's the first time he's been so vocal about it and it just happened to be the day my husband was flying in for the weekend," she explained.
I liked that Cal seemed jealous - to me, it meant that he really liked Piper - and I really liked that she'd been so specific about his desires, including the lingerie that she'd promised to wear for me at some point over the weekend.
"The thing is," she continued, "all his texting got me worked up. His desire for me...it made me think of my desire for him, baby. It made me think of how good it felt the last time he fucked me. It made me think of how hard he made me cum. It made me want him."
She was building to something. I could see it in her face. I had my suspicion as to what she'd reveal, but I didn't try and guess. I wanted to hear her say it.
"I hope you aren't mad...but I went to Cal's apartment during my lunch break," Piper said.
I moaned as I fucked her a little harder and she smiled as I made it perfectly clear I wasn't mad.
"I let him have me," she said. "Twice, actually. He fucked me so good. It was like he was trying to compete with you, like he wanted me to remember how good he fucks me while you were inside me."
I kissed her. I kissed her hard, too. Holy shit was I turned on. Out of my mind with desire.
"Where did he fuck you? In his bed?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes. We went to the bedroom as soon as I got there and we stayed there for an hour. He fucked me, we cuddled and talked, and then he fucked me again. He made me cum three times, Joel. I came three times on his cock while you were on the plane! Oh...fuck!"
Knowing that Cal had been inside her earlier that day made the sex better for me. Much better, honestly. I don't really know why. It was just so fucking hot.
"I'm close," I said. "I love that you fucked him today, Piper. It's so hot. It's so fucking hot."
"I know!"
She came. I watched her face contort in the most beautiful kind of pleasure and I listened to her moans and groans. Then I came. I buried my cock inside my wife and I came and as I did I thought about Cal's dick doing the same thing. It was the single most pleasurable moment of my life. It felt like I spent a few seconds on an entirely difference plane of existence and it was utterly perfect.
I collapsed on top of Piper and she wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me close. My heart pounded from the thrill and the exertion and I felt a touch of sweat on my brow.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. Neither of us said anything. We just basked in the glow of great sex and the great orgasms that came with it.
When I pulled out I rolled onto my back and Piper immediately cuddled up next to me. She showered my neck and cheeks in kisses. Our lips met for more kisses. She told me how much she loved me and I told her the same thing.
She checked in, too. She checked to make sure that I was still okay with her having a boyfriend, that my orgasm hadn't cleared away the desire and left me feeling terrible that my wife had fucked another guy on the same day I was supposed to have her all to myself. I assured her that I found it hugely thrilling - even after my orgasm - and she responded with a bright smile.
Eventually, we got around to making dinner - Piper did most of the cooking but I helped - and we opened a bottle of wine to enjoy with our meal. We ate, we talked about anything and everything - outside of her relationship with Cal - and two hours later we cleared away the dishes before Piper suggested I might want to shower.
She joined me - unsurprisingly - and while in the shower Piper told me about how she and Cal had showered together a week prior.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Romantic," she replied. "Which is maybe a weird thing to say, but I found it incredibly romantic."
I got excited. Like, instantly excited.
"I can see that," I said. "Did you...like, wash each other?"
Piper nodded. "It was mostly Cal washing me, actually. He soaped up his hands and ran them over my body. He did it slowly and of course he took his time with certain parts of me."
"What parts?" I asked.
Piper took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She looked up at me as I ran my fingers over her perky, perfect flesh and felt her nipples harden. I wasn't sure if it was from my touch or because she was thinking about her boyfriend, but it was thrilling nonetheless to feel her get turned on in real time.
"And did it feel good when your boyfriend washed your body?" I asked. "When he touched you like this in the shower?"
Piper nodded and took one of my hands and guided it over her stomach and between her legs.
I ran my fingers over her pussy lips. I rubbed her clit just a little. I slipped two fingers inside her and felt the kind of wetness that only comes from desire. She kissed me as I worked her breasts and pussy. Her hand moved to the back of my head and her tongue moved into my mouth, eliciting a moan that I couldn't have contained if my life depended on it.
Piper stepped back, picked up the bar of soap, and rubbed it between her hands. She set it back on the tray, turned to me, and took my cock in her hands. I was stiff - obviously - and she stroked me slowly as our eyes met.
"Did you...did you do this for him?" I asked.
"I did," she said softly. "I washed his beautiful cock. I washed his balls. It was...it was so intimate, Joel. I don't know that I can explain why, but I felt so deeply connected to him as we showered together."
She kissed me again while her soapy hands moved over my cock and balls and then she directed me to stand in front of the water to rinse everything off. I thought of her doing all of it for her boyfriend and my dick throbbed with desire.
"Once his cock was free of soap...I was struck by this intense need to have him in my mouth," Piper said. "To look up at him as I gave him pleasure. To show him how much I enjoy giving him pleasure."
It's so fucking hot to hear your wife say something like that about her boyfriend. If you're into cuckolding, that is, which I definitely am, which is why my dick actually swelled up in her hand as she said it.
"I love that you enjoy giving him pleasure," I said. "That you're not just doing it because you want to keep him satisfied or keep him interested in you, that you actually like it, that it makes you feel good."
She smiled and stroked my cock faster. "Joel, baby, it felt so good to have him in my mouth. To be on my knees in front of him. To look up at him as I pleasured his cock, as I made him feel so good. I honestly can't remember the last time I gave a blowjob in the shower, but there was something about it that had me just overwhelmed with my desire. I'm not sure...I don't think I've ever been so wet giving a blowjob in my life."
In that moment I was as turned on as I'd ever been in a shower, and I've done plenty of shower masturbation in my life. It's a lot different when your wife is the one stroking your cock, though, and it's a hell of a lot different when she's telling you about having blown her boyfriend in the shower.
I'll admit that there was a part of me that was hoping that I'd get a shower blowjob. There was also a part of me that loved the idea that I wouldn't, that only Cal would be granted that very particular kind of pleasure, that perhaps Piper liked the idea of preserving that memory as something she'd done with Cal and not with me. The great thing was that I got to experience desire thinking of both potential outcomes of that particular moment in my life.
"Did you make him cum?" I asked.
Piper leaned in and pressed her wet body against mine as she stroked me faster. She twisted her hand every time it reached the head of my cock and I could feel my orgasm approaching.
"I did," Piper said. "I made him cum in my mouth. I made him my boyfriend feel so good, Joel. I made him cum in my mouth and I swallowed his cum like a good girlfriend."
I think that last bit was specifically for my benefit. At least it really fucking turned me on. It made me cum, actually. It was a great orgasm, too. Holy shit. I was grunting and groaning and my whole body shook as I let my cum loose.
"Holy shit," I said breathless as my orgasm subsided. "Piper, you're fucking amazing."
She laughed softly. "Cal said the same thing after the blowjob in the shower."
"Well, great minds think alike," I replied.
We kissed - a long, soft, beautiful kiss - as my fingers found their way between her legs. "And did your boyfriend return the favor?" I asked.
She nodded. "After we got out. He dried me off, took me to his bed, and spent a fair bit of time between my legs, giving me two orgasms in the process. He's very good with his tongue."
It felt like it was a challenge. I don't know if that's what it was, but it felt like a challenge and you better believe that I took the challenge. We finished the shower, I dried both of us off, and then I picked Piper up and carried her to her bed. I got between her legs and I worshiped her pussy until she'd had three orgasms. I mean, I had to do one better than Cal, right?
After that, we spent some time naked in her bed. We talked about a little of everything, jumping from her job to my job to how our friends back home were doing to a little bit of gossip about her coworkers, including how the team leader might have been fucking someone at the company they were supposed to be consulting for.
At some point we got ready for bed. Brushing teeth, washing faces, that sort of thing. For the first time in a month I crawled into the same bed as my wife and it felt incredible. She wore a cute satin camisole and a pair of panties and I couldn't wait to pull her close and fall asleep with her in my arms.
Before she crawled into bed, Piper picked up her phone, smiled at me, and said, "Would it be okay if I texted Cal? Just to say goodnight?"
"Yeah, of course," I replied.
She got into bed, sat up against the pillows, and typed out a text to her boyfriend. I thought about getting closer to see what she was saying, but it felt wrong. I wasn't entitled to know everything about her relationship with him, after all.
Her fingers stopped moving - she'd sent the text - but Piper stared at the screen. Then her phone buzzed and she let out a gentle laugh before smiling brightly. She sent another text to her boyfriend and I felt a massive wave of jealousy.
They weren't in the same room, and yet they were clearly sharing an intimate moment like real couples do. I figured he'd probably sent back some sort of jokey reply that made her laugh. It might have been a joke only the two of them would have understood. They probably did something similar most nights as a quick way to say goodnight to each other.
The jealousy was potent. Significant, really. It wasn't all bad, though, because the cause of it was the fact that Piper had a real relationship with Cal, and there was something really hot about that. I mean, that's driven countless orgasms for me so far and I'm sure it will be the cause of many more before her stay in San Francisco is over.
Piper smiled once more - again at Cal's reply - and then turned her phone off and set it on the nightstand. She turned to me and immediately a look of concern washed over her face.
"Oh, no, I'm okay," I said, reading the look without her having to say a word.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Honestly, I just had this moment of jealousy as I watched you text him, and then laugh at whatever he'd texted, and then text him back. It felt so...relationship-y, you know? But, of course, that's exactly how it should feel because that's exactly what it is. A relationship. You're in a relationship with another man. You have a boyfriend."
Piper rolled away from me and for a moment I thought she was upset. Then she scooted closer, grabbed my arm, and pulled it around her body. She just wanted to spoon.
"I do have a boyfriend," she said. "And I really like him."
Her body felt so good against mine. The camisole was so soft and her ass felt so good resting against my thighs. "I like that you like him."
"I know you do," she replied.
Her ass shifted gently and it felt like she was trying to turn me on. Or that's what I wanted to feel like. I'm not sure. I just know that I got turned on.
"I like that it makes you a little bit jealous," Piper said. "I think that's a good thing. That despite the arousal you feel that you still get jealous about me having a boyfriend, and about me really liking me boyfriend."
She kept moving her ass and I was half hard by that point.
"I like that he likes you," I replied. "That he introduced you to his friends. It means he has good taste in women."
She laughed softly. "Yes, he does. And I have good taste in men."
"Yes, you do."
I ran my fingers over the camisole and cupped one of her breasts. I felt her nipple - her stiff nipple - and offered it a touch of stimulation, eliciting a gentle moan from Piper. I kissed the back of her neck and amped up the breast play, touching her in a way I knew she'd respond to.
"Take your underwear off," she said softly.
I did so as deftly as I could and quickly moved my hips back to the spoon position.
Piper reached down and guided the head of my cock between her thighs until it was pressed against her panties. I could feel a dampness that made me absolutely certain she was turned on.
"I can't believe I fucked two men today," she said. A few seconds passed before she added, "I like that I fucked two men today. I like that the fact that I'd fucked my boyfriend today made your orgasm even better, Joel. I like that you came even harder knowing that Cal's cock had been inside me earlier today."
Piper pulled her panties aside and guided my cock inside her. She was intensely wet and hot and I filled her with ease.
"It did make it hotter," I said. "It's not something I ever thought I'd experience, Piper, but it was incredibly hot to know that both Cal and me had been inside you on the same day."
I began to thrust. I kept it slow, but it felt spectacular. I don't know if it's true, but it felt like I was inside her because Piper wanted to feel that closeness, that intimacy. I craved it too, of course, and it felt good, and deeply intimate, for what it's worth.
"You're not the only one that's jealous," Piper said.
"What?"
"It wasn't a joke I laughed at. When Cal texted, I mean. I laughed because he told me he's jealous that you get to fall asleep with me in your arms tonight. He wants it to be him. He's wishing it was him," she explained.
I got a little more turned on. It's a decidedly unusual thing for your wife to tell you that her boyfriend is jealous of you and it's even more unusual for her to do so while you're inside her. I guess I'm turned on by unusual stuff, though.
"He asked if he could see me tomorrow," she continued. "Even if it was just for a little bit."
I felt my dick swell up inside her. You know how you get really turned on and more blood rushes to your dick and it gets a little bit bigger as a result? That's what I felt. It made fucking her feel better, too.
"See you? Like take you on a date? Or...you know...fuck you?" I asked.
"I'm sure he'd take anything he could get," Piper replied. "I'm also sure that he'd like to fuck me. I think he's feeling rather competitive, Joel. I think he wants to make sure that I don't break up with him after you leave. I think he'd a little worried that my husband is going to outshine him."
I fucked her a little harder. I did. I couldn't help it. I think I had a bit of competitiveness going. Either that or I was really turned on.
"Do you want to see him?" I asked. "Tomorrow, I mean. Do you want to see your boyfriend tomorrow? Do you want to...do you want to fuck him tomorrow?"
She turned her shoulders and head and looked at me. I fucked her a little harder and her hand disappeared between her legs, no doubt to rub her clit.
"Would that be okay?" she asked. "Because I don't have to see my boyfriend. I don't have to fuck him. There'll be plenty of time for me to be with him after you're gone. In fact, he told me I could start leaving things at his apartment - a few outfits, a toothbrush, that sort of thing - so I could stay over a night or two during the week."
She was trying to turn me on. She was. As crazy as it sounds, she was being generous. She was giving me what I wanted.
"Are you going to do that? To stay at his place more often?" I asked breathlessly.
She nodded. "Yes. I like sleeping at his place. I like sleeping in his arms. I like waking up next to him. I like having sex with him in the morning. I like that sometimes my pussy is still tingling with pleasure when I leave his place and I think I'd really like that before going into work."
I was so fucking close to cumming.
"I like that too," I said. "And I love the idea of you fucking Cal again tomorrow. So if you want to see him for a little bit, that would be amazing. I think I'd love the idea of hanging out and having a coffee while my wife is up in her boyfriend's apartment getting fucked."
"Joel...baby...I'm gonna cum," Piper said.
"Me too!"
I came in my wife. I came for the third time that day. I think it might have been the best of the orgasms I had, but in truth, they're all fucking incredible. I got to watch her face as she climaxed and it really was a thing of beauty. As I watched, I wondered if she was thinking of Cal, of me, or of something else entirely. I wasn't sure which option I preferred.
We kissed as she came down from her climax. I remained inside her. I told her how much I loved her. I told her I meant it about her seeing Cal tomorrow. She told me she'd hoped that was the case because she thought it would be really hot to have sex with him and then spend the day in the city with me.
As it turned out, that was hot. Exceptionally hot. And I'll tell you all about it in my next entry.
Comments
John Doe
Exceptionally hot, indeed. I love the growing physical and emotional intensity with her boyfriend. I love her telling her husband during sex about how well her boyfriend fucks her, how she hungers for him. I love her giving bf things she doesn't do for hubby.
