Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 17
🕑 Added 2021-12-30 07:39:37 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Unprotected sex is, without question, better for a woman. It’s not always a smart decision, but it definitely feels better. The difference is probably not quite as stark as it is for a man, but it feels better for a woman, which is why I was genuinely excited to have unprotected sex with Taylor for the first time.
My excitement wasn’t just about the physical sensations, though. The excitement ran deeper than that, and in my case, on multiple levels, which was just delightful. I can’t really explain why, but it’s exciting to think about Taylor cumming inside me. Perhaps it’s purely a biological thing. Sex, at its core, is about reproduction, so I suppose it makes sense that a woman would be thrilled on a deep level to welcome the seed of a man like Taylor into her body. I don’t really care about the reasoning, of course. I just know that it’s a turn on to think about it and that strikes me as incredible.
Unprotected sex with Taylor was about more than him and me, though. It was about Andrew, too. It was about my husband watching another man’s unprotected cock fill me. It was about him witnessing Taylor cum inside me. And, of course, it was about inviting him between my legs to clean another man’s cum out of me. To say that Andrew was excited would be an understatement, and I get it. It feels like cleaning another man’s creampie is a pure act of cuckolding, so of course Andrew was excited.
As you might have remembered, Taylor’s not really a lingerie guy so I didn’t bother dressing my body up in that way. Instead, I made sure my hair and makeup looked perfect, I bought a new sundress, and I wore it without a shred of underwear. I wanted Taylor to be able to reveal my naked body – a body that would be his to enjoy – by simply pushing the straps of the dress off my shoulders. I wanted him to do that while Andrew was watching, too.
I told Andrew that I wanted him to be an audience member, not an active participant, and that he should only get involved if I invited it. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d want to focus all my energy on Taylor or if I’d want to have Andrew hold my hand or participate in some way so I essentially made it clear that the first part of the evening – the part where Taylor fucks me – would be all about me and that if I wanted Andrew involved I’d let him know.
When Taylor first arrived there was a bit of awkward energy between him and Andrew. I think it was because Taylor was coming to our home for the first time (yes, that was a bit of risk given the neighborhood we live in, but I really wanted Andrew to clean his first creampie in our bed). Thankfully, that energy quickly dissipated as I got them both a beer and we all just talked about how it was a fairly strange situation we found ourselves in. That really seemed to open things up and as the guys enjoyed their beers we talked about a little of everything, which really seemed to increase everyone’s comfort level.
It was a little after Taylor finished his beer that I made the first move. He’d put his arm around me at some point in the conversation – a move that really turned me on despite it being such a small thing – and that made it really easy to look up at him and lure his lips to mine for a kiss. It started as the sort of casual kiss two people enjoy on a date, only we were doing it in the living room in front of my husband, which I found really thrilling. That’s how the kiss went way past casual, to the point that I was stroking Taylor’s cock through his jeans while our tongues danced in the most wonderful way.
That opened the floodgates for me. I unzipped his pants as we continued to kiss and the moment I freed his cock I dropped my head into his lap and took him in my mouth.
“Oh, Lily, that feels good,” Taylor said. “That feels so fucking good.”
I thought of Andrew as I sucked Taylor’s cock. I remembered how much he’d enjoyed watching me give a blowjob in the car and I hoped he was having the same experience in our living room, if not a better one. After all, this experience was going to end with Taylor’s cum in my pussy instead of my mouth.
“Are you enjoying this?” I said as I took a break to look over at Andrew.
He nodded and his eyes remained fixed on my hand, which was moving up and down Taylor’s shaft.
“Are you eager to clean my pussy tonight?” I asked.
“Yes,” Andrew said, though he couldn’t quite bring himself to look at me, which I understood. I can see where it would be difficult to admit to your wife that you want to lick someone else’s cum out of her pussy, even if your wife understands how much it turns you on.
I turned to Taylor, smiled, and asked, “And are you excited about cumming inside me tonight?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he said before leaning in and kissing me. I sucked on his tongue as I stroked his cock and Taylor’s fingers moved up my thighs. He let out a delighted noise as he found my lack of panties and I was wet enough that he slipped inside me with ease.
“I’m soaking wet for him,” I said to Andrew. “In fact, come over here. Get on your knees.” I was feeling a little bit ambitious, and since Andrew was going to end up between my legs a little later, I figured I’d put his tongue to work before, too, as it seemed like a good idea to get him involved.
Andrew rushed towards me – the bulge in his pants was lovely – and dropped to his knees. I spread my legs and Taylor pulled his hand away. I moved to the edge of the couch and said, “Put your tongue inside me. Taste me and make sure I’m so wet that Taylor’s cock can fill me with ease.”
Andrew went to work and I immediately turned and kissed Taylor. We’d talked about my husband watching and he’d been clear that he was comfortable with it, but I wanted to make sure his arousal didn’t dim even a little, as him being okay with it didn’t necessarily mean that he was excited about it. Plus, I really like kissing Taylor. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but there’s just something about kissing a man like him that really, really turns me on. In this case, it felt even better as he leaned over and played with my breasts through the thin material of my dress. So I had my husband working my pussy and my lover working my breasts while kissing me, which meant I was in heaven.
“I need to get fucked,” I said after just a short spell of being worked over by two men. “I really, really need to get fucked. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
I got up, grabbed Taylor’s hand, and led him towards the bedroom as Andrew followed. Once inside I got right back to kissing Taylor and he took the liberty of slipping the straps of my dress off my shoulders and revealing my naked body. I actually heard Andrew suck in his breath like he was witnessing something truly spectacular, which I suppose he was.
I hurriedly helped Taylor out of his clothes and I had my fingers around his beautiful cock the moment it was free. We kissed and I practically sucked his tongue into my mouth as I slowly walked backwards until I hit the edge of the bed.
I pulled the sheets aside and fell onto my back on Andrew’s side of the bed – it just seemed hotter to have Taylor fuck me there. I spread my legs and Taylor crawled between them. I ran my fingers over his arms and chest and between his legs. I stroked his cock as his lips found one of my nipples and I arched my back and moaned as his tongue did wondrous things and filled me with a deep need to have Taylor’s cock inside me.
I looked at Andrew, who’d taken a seat in the chair we’d brought into the room for his viewing pleasure. His eyes darted between my hand playing with Taylor’s cock and beautiful breast worship that had me moaning so delightfully.
“Andrew, are you sure you want this?” I asked.
“I am,” he replied.
“Say it,” I said.
“I want you to have unprotected sex with Taylor. I want him to cum inside you. I want to be invited to clean his cum out of you,” Andrew said.
I smiled. “Like a good cuckold should.”
“Yes,” he replied.
I guided the head of Taylor’s cock between my pussy lips and he took the hint and slowly filled me. Our lips met and we shared a deep kiss as we both enjoyed the pleasure of having sex without a latex barrier between us.
I moaned as he kissed my neck and pulled out. He filled me slowly, taking his time and no doubt enjoying a wealth of new sensations. I know I was. It wasn’t just the physical sensations, either. It was the knowledge that Taylor was going to cum inside me that made it feel better on every level.
The sex was spectacular, to the point that I completely lost myself in it, in the best way possible. It was as if Taylor and I were the only people in the world when he was inside me. It was passionate beyond words, too. It wasn’t just simple in and out thrusting. It was that, of course, but it was kissing and touching and moaning. It was as if our bodies had become one for that short span of time where we enjoyed unprotected sex for the first time.
I wanted him to cum in missionary. I wanted Andrew to effectively be able to take Taylor’s place, but as a cuckold would. I didn’t want to have to move at all. So, we didn’t change positions. We simply enjoyed each other in missionary. I managed to contain my orgasm until Taylor was right on the verge of cumming, and then I let loose.
“Cum inside me,” I said as the orgasm ripped through my body and made my legs tremble. “Please, Taylor, cum inside me. I need your cum inside me.” I wasn’t just putting on a show, either. It was genuine. In that moment, I did need his cum inside me. I was honestly a little bit desperate for it.
A few thrusts later, Taylor gave me what I needed. I held him close as he buried his cock inside me and unleashed. I wrapped my legs around him, too. I had this incredible desire to feel like we were one. I kissed his neck and ran my hands all over his body, and for a few seconds I felt like I never wanted to let him go.
He stayed inside me as we shared post-coital kisses and caressed each other in that way you do when someone has just given you an incredible orgasm. Then, Taylor pulled out, rolled off of me, and made his way to the bathroom. I’d considered having him stay in the bed, but I wanted Andrew’s first time to be something just the two of us shared.
I turned to my husband, smiled, and said, “Take your clothes off and take your place between my legs.”
Andrew stood, stripped, and moved to the foot of the bed before crawling between my legs. Unsurprisingly, his gaze remained fixed on my pussy as he laid down.
“You were so much better this time than when I first cuckolded you all those years ago,” I said. “Thank you for staying in control.”
Andrew looked up and ran his fingers over my thighs. “Thank you for cuckolding me again,” he said. “It’s been so much better this time. It’s been so much better than I ever fantasized about it being, to be honest. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to witness this – to see someone else cum inside you – and I think it might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Does that mean you’re excited to clean me?” I asked.
Andrew nodded.
“Kiss my pussy,” I instructed. “Don’t put your tongue inside me yet, though. Just kiss it. Gently.”
Andrew smiled, lowered his head, and kissed my pussy a handful of times. His lips felt warm and soft and I offered a quiet moan.
“Now kiss my clit, but be gentle,” I instructed.
Andrew pursed his lips and kissed my clit a handful of times. It was still sensitive from my orgasm, but his gentle touch felt wonderful.
“I’d like to hear you ask permission to clean Taylor’s cum from my pussy,” I said.
Andrew looked up and I swear I actually saw the arousal wash over his face as he prepared to do something most men would find utterly horrifying. “Please, may I clean Taylor’s cum from your pussy?”
“You may,” I answered. “Clean me, Andrew. Clean my pussy.”
Andrew lowered his head and pushed his tongue into my pussy. I reached down and put a hand on the back of his head to pull him a little closer. I wanted to see my juices on his chin and cheeks. I wanted him to be a little bit messy when he was finished licking Taylor’s cum from my pussy.
“Show me,” I said. “Show me his cum on your tongue.”
Andrew lifted his head and stuck his tongue out. I saw a little puddle of thick white cream resting there. I’d tasted that cum, of course, so I knew exactly what Andrew was going through.
“Swallow,” I instructed.
Andrew swallowed and stuck out his tongue to show that he’d done the job. I put my hand on the back of his head once more and he went back to work cleaning like I desired.
It was, in all honesty, exquisite. It was surprisingly intimate, too. A different kind of intimacy from the sort I experience with Taylor inside me, but a kind of intimacy nonetheless, and a perfect sort to share with my cuckold.
By the time he was finished cleaning my pussy I was ready to cum again, so I instructed Andrew to lick my clit. I moaned loudly and Taylor knew that was his signal to step out of the bathroom and join me in the bed. I smiled at the sight of his naked body – and his beautiful cock – and he climbed into bed, cuddled up next to me, and kissed me as Andrew worked my clit.
“That’s it, Andrew,” I said. “Make me cum, baby. Make me cum like a good cuckold. Make me cum with your tongue while your mouth is filled with the taste of Taylor’s load.”
That was me putting on a little bit of a show. I knew it would turn Andrew on, and he deserved to be turned on. He deserved to be completely and utterly thrilled.
I came soon after Taylor joined me in the bed. He used his hands and his tongue to work my nipples and it helped bring about a beautiful orgasm. It wasn’t as good as the one I’d had on Taylor’s cock, but the second one is almost never as good as the first.
“Taylor and I are going to have sex again before the night is over,” I said as Andrew looked up with a smile on his face. “If you’d like, you can watch and clean me again. If not, I’d be happy to make you cum right now and then you can leave us when we have sex again. It’s up to you.”
“I want to wait,” Andrew said.
I smiled. Of course that’s what he wanted. “I thought you’d say that. Would you leave us for just a little bit? I’ll call you in when we’re ready.”
“Oh, of course,” Andrew said. He didn’t seem ready for that particular request, but I wanted to spend a little time alone with Taylor before we got worked up again.
Andrew left and I cuddled up with Taylor as we talked like a regular couple would. It was really nice, actually. Eventually we started kissing and touching and getting worked up again. I called Andrew back in before going down on Taylor and getting him hard for me and I had Andrew eat my pussy once more to ensure I was nice and wet.
The first time you could say that Taylor and I made love. The second time, though, we fucked. It was harder and faster and louder. I rode him. He took me from behind. We even did a little standing doggystyle where I was bent over the bed. He came inside me in doggystyle, in fact. After that I let Andrew clean me once more and then I gave him a handjob to finish him off. He didn’t last long, but based on the way he was trembling as he came – and the noises he made – he had an exceptionally good orgasm.
All told, it was a wonderful night that felt a little bit like a milestone in my relationship with both Taylor and Andrew.
There’s more to tell you, so I’ll be back soon.
