Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 16
🕑 Added 2021-12-14 07:22:27 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
It’s not always possible (we have a family, after all), but when it is, I’ve taken to walking around the house in my underwear when it’s just Andrew and me. I like to wear something sexy, too, not just a plain cotton bra and panty set. I like to wear the kind of underwear that arouses my husband, in part because I’m bursting with confidence these days and in part because I’ve really enjoy teasing him. Sometimes I’ll wear a long cardigan as well, which hides a little bit but gives plenty of flashes of flesh and lacy underthings to drive him wild.
When I tease him, Andrew gets rather frisky. He can’t keep his hands off of me, which I like. I think I enjoy it because Andrew’s gotten to the point where he knows better than to act disappointed if I choose not to let him experience the sexual release he craves when he gets turned on. Because of that, I can strut around in my underwear, kiss and touch him, and let him kiss and touch me as I please. I really love being touched, and I love feeling desired, so getting Andrew all worked up to the point that he spends hours in a fog of lust is deeply satisfying for me, especially since I’m essentially free to claim an orgasm whenever I want without any worry about making Andrew cum if I’m not in the mood to do so.
I was in a teasing mood on a recent Saturday afternoon. Andrew and I were alone in the house and I was wearing a light blue lace bra and thong that I’d paired with a long grey cardigan, which I kept open to make sure Andrew enjoyed a lovely view of my body whenever I walked by. I was more than happy to stop and let him touch me whenever he felt like it, too. He’d already offered – begged, really – a handful of times to go down on me, but I’d denied him each and every time. Sometimes, it’s worth denying myself pleasure if it drives Andrew a little bit crazy.
A few hours into our lazy afternoon of erotic teasing I was in the kitchen brewing a cup of coffee. Andrew strolled in and came up behind me. He brushed the hair away from my neck and kissed it softly as his fingers moved over my stomach and towards my breasts. He took them in his hands and gently played with them. Andrew’s not an exceptional lover, but he knows how to touch me in all the right ways to turn me on.
“You’d like it if I let you go down on me, wouldn’t you?” I asked.
“Mmm,” he said before kissing my neck again. “I’d love that, Lily. I’d love to get on my knees right here and make you cum.”
I pressed my ass into Andrew’s crotch and turned my head. His lips quickly found mine and I opened my mouth and took his tongue. I sucked on it a little and I felt his cock grow and press into my ass through the relatively thin material of my cardigan.
“Can I go down on you?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I spun around and grasped Andrew’s cock through his jeans. I stroked him as best as I could through the layer of denim and he took my breasts in his hands once more. He squeezed just a little harder, a sign of his increased arousal. It felt good, though.
“I have a question,” I said. “And instead of thinking about the answer I might want to hear, I simply want you to answer honestly. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes,” Andrew replied.
I smiled and unzipped his pants to free his cock. I took him in my hand and stroked him slowly while asking, “How would you feel if I started having unprotected sex with Taylor?”
Andrew groaned and I actually felt his cock surge in my hand, as if my question filled him with such intense desire that he got harder. I stroked him a little faster in an attempt to deepen his pleasure.
“I’d love that,” Andrew answered before groaning once again.
I smiled. “Are you sure? You’re the only man that’s cum inside me since we started dating, Andrew. Are you sure you want Taylor to cum inside your wife?”
That really did it for him, which delighted me. I was, in a way, experimenting. I wanted to see just how much power I had over my husband, just how much a few words could coax him into a place of truly spectacular desire. As I quickly discovered, Andrew was a lot like Savannah’s husband in that he loved the idea of someone else cumming inside me.
I wasn’t asking as a spur-of-the-moment thing. I’d thought about it since Savannah had mentioned the notion of finding someone she trusted enough to have unprotected sex with, and Taylor had absolutely become that guy. He’s a good man and he’d made it clear that I was the only person he was having sex with, so he seemed like a perfect choice.
There’s also the fact that I really, really want Taylor to cum inside me. The idea of it turns me on. Sometimes I think about it when we’re having sex – which happens at least once a week now – and I get extra worked up. I can’t explain it, probably because it’s a biological thing. My body wants Taylor’s cum, or at least that’s how it feels.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Andrew answered after taking a few moments to enjoy my handjob.
I had one more question. I was fairly certain I knew the answer, but I still wanted to ask. “And what if I wanted you to clean Taylor’s cum from my pussy like a good cuckold? Would you be willing to do that, Andrew?”
Andrew stepped back and for a moment I thought he was openly rejecting the idea. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to cum and make a mess of your underwear and your cardigan.”
I laughed, slipped my fingers into my panties, and pulled them down. “I guess I have my answer, then. Why don’t you get on your knees and make me cum while you think about how much you’re going to enjoy doing licking Taylor’s cum out of me.”
Andrew dropped to his knees, crawled forward, and went to work. I put a hand on the back of his head, grabbed my cup of coffee, and sipped as I watched. I actually worked not to get too lost in my lust, as I wanted him to stay down there for a little while. Instead, I concentrated on how good a freshly-brewed cup of coffee tastes and how soft Andrew’s hair felt as I ran my hands through it. I know he enjoys spending as much time as possible eating my pussy, so there’s no way he minded having to be on his knees on the kitchen floor a little longer than he might have expected.
Eventually, I let my mind focus on the pleasure unfolding between my legs and the prospect of having unprotected sex with Taylor. Andrew didn’t know it at that point, but I was going to let him watch. I thought it would be a nice gift to have him witness the first time another man came in his wife’s pussy. Plus, since I planned on engaging in the ritual of creampie cleanup quite often, I wanted it to be fresh the first time it happened. I thought Andrew would enjoy that more.
It was thinking of Taylor cumming inside me – I pictured being on my back as he fucked me missionary style – that made me climax. It was an exquisite orgasm, too. I almost forgot Andrew was between my legs putting his tongue to work.
Afterwards, he stood up and I offered a coffee-flavored kiss that included taking his tongue into my mouth and sucking the taste of my pussy off of it.
“Next weekend Taylor’s going to cum inside me,” I said softly as I guided Andrew’s still-stiff cock between my legs and rubbed the tip against my pussy lips, teasing him with just a bit of warmth and wetness with no intention of letting him fuck me. “And you’re going to watch. And when he’s done, you’re going to crawl between my legs and you’re going to clean his cum from my pussy.”
Since only the top of his cock head could feel my pussy I knew he wouldn’t cum, but Andrew looked as if he was in heaven as I teased him.
“You won’t cum until then,” I added.
I saw just a touch of agony on his face as he thought about going another week without an orgasm. It was a necessity, though. I wanted him as pent up as possible before he was confronted with the idea of cleaning Taylor’s cum out of me while Taylor was in bed next to me. I imagined that would be a difficult task for any man and it seemed like it would be easier if Andrew was borderline insane with desire.
“I can’t wait,” he said, clearly fighting off the agony and concentrating on the pleasure ahead of him.
I smiled and kissed him. I stood on my toes and took the head of his cock inside me, though I kept my fingers tight around the middle of the shaft so he couldn’t fuck me. He wanted to, I’m sure. He certainly kissed me like he was desperate to fuck me. I considered letting him have his way with me. It would have been fun to hop on the kitchen counter and welcome his stiff cock into my pussy, but it felt so much more exciting to spend the week teasing him before he got to experience the ultimate cuckold thrill of cleaning Taylor’s cum from my pussy.
“I know I just came, but I’m still so horny,” I said.
Andrew’s eyes lit up as he no doubt imagined I’d let him go down on me again. That wasn’t what I had in mind, though.
“I think I’ll see if Taylor’s available,” I continued. “I could really use the kind of orgasm only he’s capable of giving me.”
Had Andrew just cum, he might found that difficult to hear. He hadn’t cum, though, and the look on his face told me that he thoroughly enjoyed being talked to like that.
“You don’t mind if I stop by his place, do you?” I asked.
“Of course not,” Andrew said.
“You won’t masturbate while I’m gone, will you?” I asked.
Andrew shook his head.
“Are you sure? Because I’d be very angry if you did, Andrew. Angry enough that I wouldn’t let you watch Taylor fuck me next weekend, and I definitely wouldn’t let you clean him out of me. Do you understand that?” I asked.
“I do,” he replied. “I won’t masturbate, Lily. I promise.”
I smiled brightly, as I felt genuine joy. I’m not sure if it was the sense of control I had or Andrew’s willingness to sacrifice some measure of pleasure – or at least the speed at which he received that pleasure – but I felt joy. I kissed Andrew one more time and then stepped away, grabbed my phone, and texted Taylor to see if he was available for a quick visit.
“Do you think Taylor would enjoy it if I didn’t bother getting dressed to go see him? If I just closed up my cardigan, put on a pair of boots, and headed over to his place?” I asked as I spun around to face Andrew and closed up the cardigan.
“I’m certain he’d love that,” Andrew said. “I would, at least.”
I tied a quick knot to hold the cardigan shut, found a pair of suitable boots in my closet – in a cowgirl style, of course – and let Taylor know I was on my way over. I said I thought it would be nice if I pulled up to find him sitting on his front porch, in part because I wanted to put on a little show in front of his house and in part because for some reason I just can’t get enough of the visual of a strong, handsome man like Taylor relaxing on the front porch of his ranch house.
The more I see of Taylor the more I feel an irresistible kind of attraction to him. It’s instantaneous, too. It happened when I pulled up and saw him sitting on his porch just like I’d requested. He was in a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a white t-shirt beneath it. He looked like he was straight out of a commercial for Wrangler Jeans and I swear I got wet the moment I saw him. It’s unbelievable – and kind of unfair to all the other men out there – but there’s just something about that man’s man kind of guy that I just can’t get enough of.
I got out of the car and Taylor smiled and leaned forward as I untied the cardigan and let it fall open. I sauntered towards the porch and made sure to open the sweater enough so that he got an eyeful of my breasts in the bra I’d put on to tease my husband. Now it was serving an entirely different purpose and the hungry look on Taylor’s face told me it was working like a charm.
The other thing about Taylor is that I love sucking his cock. It really, really turns me on in a way it hasn’t with other guys. I’ve almost always liked giving head, but it’s different with Taylor. As I stepped onto the porch I thought about getting on my knees for him, but instead I turned around, lifted the bottom of the cardigan, and sat in his lap.
“It’s good to see you,” he said as his hands moved over my smooth stomach and towards my breasts.
“It feels like you’re very happy to see me,” I noted as I ground my ass into his half-hard cock.
Taylor kissed my neck and I turned my head to find his lips. Our tongues mingled and he grasped my breasts through the lace bra and played with them in a manner that had me moaning into his mouth.
“I’m very happy to see you again,” he said. “Very happy.” He moved a hand between my legs and into my panties. We kissed as he discovered my wetness and slipped two fingers inside me. He worked my pussy with incredible skill – skill he’s always displayed – and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth at how good it felt.
He was hard by that point, so I stood, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. I took my panties off and sat in his lap once more, only this time beautiful dick was protruding between my thighs. I stroked him as we kissed and it was his turn to moan.
“I’m so wet for you,” I whispered.
“I’m so hard for you,” he replied.
I lifted my hips and directed the tip of his cock to my pussy. He groaned as I opened up and swallowed him. I sat down and took his thickness inside me at an achingly slow pace.
“Lily, shouldn’t…oh, fuck…shouldn’t I put on a condom?” Taylor asked.
“Yes, you should,” I replied. “I just want to feel you without one, though. I want to experience how good it feels to have your cock inside me without anything between us.”
We kissed as I took all of him inside me. I leaned back and he grabbed my breasts and played with them while I gently rocked my hips back and forth, milking his cock and offering my pussy the joy of being filled by his perfect thickness.
“Isn’t it better without a condom?” I asked.
“It is,” Taylor said breathlessly. “Fuck, of course it is. But you said you needed to use protection.”
I lifted my pussy from his perfect cock and dropped back down again. I felt him stretching me in the most wondrous way imaginable. I moaned at how fucking good it felt. “Not anymore,” I said.
“I told Andrew that I’m going to let you have me without protection. I told him that I’m going to let you cum inside me. Do you want that, Taylor? Do you want to cum inside me?”
Taylor’s hands found my waist and he used his impressive strength to help me ride his cock. It really did it feel better without a condom. Of course it did. It always does. I was even tempted to let him cum inside me right then and there. If I’d let him fuck me any longer I probably would have, to be honest. It felt so good that my ability to resist quickly wore away.
“Not today, though,” I said. “I promised Andrew he’d get to watch the first time, and that the first time would be next weekend.”
Taylor wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck, and said, “You’re such a tease.” He wasn’t annoyed, though. If anything he seemed even more turned on.
“I know,” I replied as I turned my head to smile at him. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist taking you inside me. Let’s go inside. You can fuck me properly. I’m free all afternoon, in fact, so you can fuck me as many times as you want.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Taylor said with a smile of his own. “I’m not letting you go until I’m satisfied.”
I stood, took off my cardigan and bra, and left them on the front porch as I walked naked to the front door. I gave him a quick smile, opened the door, and headed inside as Taylor got up to come after me.
I ran to his bedroom, grabbed a condom from his nightstand, and rolled it down his cock after he’d stripped. He picked me up, put me in his bed, and fucked me to a mind bending orgasm in missionary. Then he flipped me over and took me from behind for a few minutes before having an orgasm of his own.
We spent the rest of the afternoon naked. He had me twice more, including once on the kitchen counter and once on his couch. I would have let him have me a dozen times if it’s what he wanted, though three times was awfully impressive.
I headed home to Andrew in just my cardigan – I figured he’d enjoy seeing me come in wearing almost nothing – and let him go down on me the moment I stepped into the house, capping a day filled with the most incredible sexual pleasure.
Next time I’ll tell you about my first time having unprotected sex with Taylor, and Andrew’s first time cleaning a creampie.
