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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 15
🕑 Added 2021-11-19 06:59:30 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
One of my favorite things about cuckolding Andrew is the incredible boost in self-confidence that’s come along with it.
I know it might seem shallow, but knowing that a man as desirable as Taylor wants to fuck me makes me feel really good about myself. Knowing that a smart, successful man like Aaron can’t wait to travel to Dallas just so he can fuck me really ups my confidence.
The best part is, it’s become a virtuous cycle. Because I feel more confident, I project that confidence when I go out in the world. It’s not that I dress better – I’ve always dressed well – but now I dress in a way that tends to draw a little more attention because I feel deserving of that attention.
For instance, I used to keep things simple when I ran errands. I’d go out in the kind of mom look that’s really common in our little area of the world. I looked pretty – I always look pretty – but I also blended in with every other woman my age. Now, though, it’s different. Now I feel so damn confident that I want to stand out.
It’s very fashionable – as I’m sure you’ve noticed – for women to wear leggings when they’re out running errands. A bad pair of leggings looks like a nightmare on a woman, but a good pair is absolutely guaranteed to draw the attention of men – women, too, but mostly men – particularly to a woman’s backside. That’s why so many women pair their casual, errand running leggings with a longer shirt that covers most of the ass.
Not me. Not anymore. I like putting my ass on display. I want guys to look at it. I like the attention. I even like getting hit on, as long as the guy isn’t disgusting (most of the time they’re not). I really, really like that I could, if I wanted, fuck any man that I desire. I’m a hotwife and my husband is a cuckold, so as long as I’m not flaunting our lifestyle and running the risk of fucking up our actual lives, I can do whatever I please.
Now, if you’ve been reading along, you know I haven’t really done any of that. I guess you could say that hooking up with Taylor was that, but that was actually a pretty slow burn. A long time passed between that first meeting in the bar and the first time he fucked me, after all. I finally took advantage of my total freedom, though, and it was spectacular.
I met the guy in the grocery store. It was a Saturday and I’d just spent an hour sweating at a spin class. I was in a pair of white and pink leggings with a pink heart on my ass. They’re absolutely designed to invite people – men and women alike – to check out the ass of the person wearing them and I was just fine with that. I had on a sports bra and a cropped t-shirt and I was proudly flaunting my taut stomach. I’m not all that young anymore, but I work hard to stay in shape and I have no problem showing it off when the moment is right, and there’s no better moment than after a workout.
I was perusing the pasta options when I met him. I bent over to grab a box of penne from the bottom shelf and I heard someone say, “Jesus,” under their breath. I stood and turned to see a tall, muscular, gorgeous young man (he must have been ten years my junior) in a tight t-shirt and a pair of nylon shorts. His hair looked a little matted with sweat so I assumed that he too had just finished up a workout.
Normally I would have smiled and walked away. I like it when guys appreciate my body, but flirting in public – and so close to home – still feels too risky. I didn’t do that this time, though. To be honest, I wanted him. My body wanted him, I suppose. It was an instantaneous, animalistic kind of thing. I saw him and I wanted him. So, I flirted. Aggressively, too.
I offered a flirty smile and asked, “Are you enjoying the view?”
For just a moment I saw a guilty look on his face, like he hadn’t intended on being caught checking out my ass. That look was gone just as quickly as it arrived, though, as he correctly read the flirty tone in my voice and said, “I apologize for staring, but I just couldn’t help myself.”
I turned away from him, arched my back just a little to emphasize my ass, and looked over my shoulder before saying, “If I’m being honest, I bought these leggings because I knew they’d draw attention.”
He accepted my invitation to stare and let his eyes wander down to my ass once again. His gaze remained fixed on my backside as I added, “So, you never actually answered my question. Are you enjoying the view?”
He looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Yes, very much so.”
Brimming with confidence – again, he was quite a bit younger than me and exceptionally attractive – I turned and took a few steps towards this gorgeous young man. “I’m Lily,” I said.
“I’m Ethan,” he replied.
When I got closer my desire went into overdrive. It was something about the way he smelled. I can’t really pinpoint it, but that’s how that sort of stuff works, I think. I just know that something about his natural scent made me want him. I could feel it between my legs, like my pussy was screaming at me to take this young man back to my car and ride him until I’d claimed the orgasm I clearly needed.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ethan,” I said as I extended my hand. He took it and we shook and his eyes quickly wandered over my body before fixating on my left hand and the sparkly diamond I wore on my ring finger. For a moment I thought all was lost, that Ethan would be the kind of man that would never fuck a married woman, but the opposite happened.
Ethan smiled and said, “Apologies for being so direct, but I think you’re just about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and your body…your body has me feeling all sorts of things a man probably isn’t supposed to feel in the middle of a grocery store.”
I looked down and noticed the very beginnings of a bulge in his shorts. Ethan’s desire was obvious, as typically happens with a man. He couldn’t very well see the manifestation of my desire – the wetness between my legs – but I suspect he could see it in my body language and on my face. I craved the gorgeous young man standing in front of me and it seemed that he craved me, and I have to say, I love, love, love that he craved me. I love that someone so hot and so young wanted to fuck me. So, I propositioned him.
“Is there any chance you live nearby, Ethan?” I asked. “And that you live alone?”
“My apartment is just a few minutes away,” he answered as the bulge in his shorts grew a little. “No roommates.”
I honestly wanted to jump him right there. I wanted to press my body against his, kiss him, and reach into his shorts to wrap my fingers around what I imagined was a big cock. I wanted him to push me up against the shelves, pull my leggings down, and slip into me from behind. I wanted it so badly that I could barely think straight.
“I think you should invite me back to your apartment,” I said. “I think you should do it right now, in fact.”
“Would you like to come back to my apartment, Lily?” he asked.
I nodded, released my grip on the grocery cart, and said, “I’m going to go to my car now. Give me half a minute and then come on out. I’ll follow you to your apartment. Okay?”
He seemed excited by the mildly clandestine nature of my plan – in the moment I suspected that he quite liked the idea of a married woman finding him so irresistible that she couldn’t help but cheat – and I was more than happy to let him think that I was cheating.
In a moment of boldness – or utter madness, I suppose – I reached out and quickly stroked Ethan’s cock through his shorts. A look of lusty joy washed over his face as I smiled, turned, and bent over once more to give him a quick look at my ass before heading out of the store.
I tried my best to seem casual as I walked out of the store and headed for my car. I kept my eyes focused on the rearview mirror and when Ethan appeared I watched him head for an aged sedan and get in the driver’s seat. He backed out of his space and I followed. True to his word, his apartment was just a few minutes away. I waited until Ethan was heading towards the door and then I parked on the street – in an out of the way space to minimize potential detection – and rushed towards him.
His apartment seemed nicer than I expected – I had no idea what he did for a living, but young people don’t tend to keep exceptionally nice homes – but I didn’t seem much of it, if I’m being honest. I was all over Ethan the moment the door shut. I took his shirt off and kissed him with a kind of fervor that I think caught him a little off guard. His lust matched my own in just a few moments, though, and soon enough his impossibly strong hands were on my ass – the ass that had lured him into my orbit in the first place – and his tongue was in my mouth.
While our tongues danced I pushed a hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock, which proved to be just as big as I’d hoped. I don’t need a huge cock, but size really does matter and it just feels better to have a big cock inside me.
I fell to my knees without even thinking about it. I wanted to suck Ethan’s cock. I pulled his shorts and underwear off and wrapped my lips around him. He moaned immediately and I ran my tongue over the underside of his flared, swollen head. I sucked hard and he put a hand on the back of my head. He didn’t push, though. He just held his hand there like he was using it to encourage me to give him pleasure. I ran my hands up under his t-shirt and over his exceptionally hard abs and chest, and I can’t tell you how much it turned me on. Most men, my husband included, don’t have the time it takes to work out enough to have a body like that, but it’s such a turn on to be with a man that does take the time.
“Fuck, Lily,” Ethan said in that the kind of voice a man uses when he’s experiencing true sexual joy.
I didn’t spend a great deal of time on my knees. I wanted to get fucked, after all, but it felt good to blow him. It actually turned me on, and I love it when giving a blowjob turns me on. Eventually, though, I got up and said, “Let’s go to your bedroom. I need you to fuck me.”
Ethan led the way to a surprisingly nice bedroom – it seemed I’d picked a good one – and he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down his cock as I approached the edge of the bed and took my shirt and sports bra off. I then bend over the bed, looked back at him, and said, “Take me from behind to start.”
Ethan smiled, stepped closer, and grasped my ass in my leggings. He squeezed tight and I felt that rush of pleasure that comes from behind handled by a strong, masculine man. He then delivered a surprisingly hard smack to my ass and I squealed in delight. In that case, at least, there was something quite nice about being caught off guard by a naughty little bit of foreplay.
Ethan then rolled my leggings down to the middle of my thighs, stepped closer, and slipped his cock into me from behind. He took his time filling me and then asked, “How does it feel?” once he was entirely buried inside me.
At that point I was at the height of my arousal. My pussy was soaking wet and filled with the cock of a man I didn’t know. My whole body was tingling from the pleasure of fucking this stranger that I felt a deep, overwhelming attraction to. I was exploring another of the joys of being a hotwife and it was working out so much better than I could possibly have imagined.
“Fuck me, Ethan,” was how I answered his question. A moment later he grabbed my hips and did just that. He fucked me hard, too. In fact, it was a little bit painful at first, mostly because he was so big and because his muscular young body generated more power than I was ready for. Honestly, though, even that brought a smile to my face. I wouldn’t want to get fucked like that on a regular basis, but to be on the receiving end of Ethan’s vigor was thrilling in the moment.
In fact, I found it so thrilling that I wanted more. “Harder,” I said. “Fuck me harder, Ethan. Pound my married pussy.”
He groaned and he fucked me harder. I couldn’t see his face, but I’m pretty sure that he liked being reminded that he was fucking a married woman. He liked thinking that I was so hot for him that I was cheating on my husband and that I was thinking about it, that I was actually turned on by it. In a way, that was true. I was turned on by cuckolding my husband, not cheating on him, but it definitely didn’t matter in the moment. All that mattered was getting fucked by the incredible young man standing behind me.
I could have cum being taken from behind. I could have reached down, played with my clit, and had an orgasm with ease. I wanted Ethan to give me an orgasm, though, so after a thoroughly satisfying standing doggystyle fuck I crawled into his bed, flipped onto my back, pulled my leggings off, and spread my legs.
Ethan took a moment to admire my body – the lustful smile on his face was enough to make me even wetter – and then he crawled between my legs, slipped inside me, and resumed fucking me without hesitation.
Missionary felt better, in no small part because I could feel his gorgeous body. It was impossible not to compare him to Andrew, and though my husband is in decent shape, he just doesn’t compare to Ethan. That’s the joy of being a hotwife, though. I get to fuck whoever I want, and if I want someone in better shape than my husband, that’s what I get to have.
I told him how hot he was as he fucked me. I ran my hands all over his body and wrapped my legs around him and told him he was hot and it brought a smile to his face. He fucked me a little harder, too. He wanted to satisfy me. He seemed quite eager to provide me with a great orgasm, in fact, a desire that isn’t always present in young men.
As I approached my orgasm – after a good, long fucking that would definitely leave my pussy bruised – I wanted to make sure Ethan came hard too. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I guessed that he’d appreciate knowing he was better than my husband, so I told him so.
“Ethan, I’m close,” I said. “You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard. You’re going to make me cum so much harder than my husband does. Fuck, Ethan, you fuck me so much better than he does.”
“Yeah?” Ethan asked with a smile on his face. He put a little more vigor into each thrust, too. I was right. He liked the idea that he was better than the man I’d married.
“Yes,” I said. “Your cock is bigger. You’re so much hotter than he is, and you fuck me so much better, Ethan. You fuck me so much better than he ever has.”
Saying it actually got me worked up too, in no small part because it was true. Every word of it was true. I came right as my arousal reached a fever pitch. I let out a series of wild, wondrous moans and I had an orgasm unlike almost any other. It was everything I was hoping it would be when I got all hot and bothered for Ethan in the grocery store.
He came soon after, and judging by the look on his face it was one hell of an orgasm. I had a moment where I wished he was cumming inside me, which was fascinating. It was like my body craved the seed of the physically flawless young man fucking me. I tucked that note away for when I would tell Andrew about my little encounter.
I wrapped my legs around Ethan and held him inside me as we both basked in the aftermath of our orgasms. We shared a long, tender, surprisingly passionate kiss before he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to me.
“That was great,” I said.
“Yes it was,” he replied.
“Can I get your number?” I asked.
He turned to me and smiled. “Really?”
“If you don’t mind,” I said. “This can just be a onetime thing if that’s how you want it, but I have a feeling I’m going to want to do this again.”
“Me too,” Ethan replied. “Yes, you can have my number, and you can use it anytime. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing, I promise.”
I laughed. “You’re sweet.”
“You’re insanely hot,” he said. “And sexy. And incredible in bed, for what it’s worth.”
I rolled onto my side and pressed my body against his. “It’s worth a lot,” I said before kissing him. Again our tongues entwined and after just a few seconds I could feel my arousal stirring again. I absolutely could have stayed to fuck him once more, but I had to get back to the grocery store to do my shopping for dinner, so there wasn’t time. “I have to go,” I said. “But I suspect I’ll be in touch soon.”
“I hope so,” Ethan replied.
I got dressed and he gave me his number. He walked me out and we shared yet another kiss at his door. I very nearly asked him to fuck me again – I would have been fine being taken up against the door – but I resisted the urge. He seemed eager to have me again, so I knew if I texted that he really would drop anything so we could fuck.
I left with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step. I did my grocery shopping, headed home, and gave Andrew a tight hug the moment I put the groceries on the kitchen counter.
“Did you?” he asked as I stepped back.
I’m not sure how he knew – perhaps he could smell Ethan on me, or perhaps I smelled of sex or my hair was a little messier than it should have been – but he knew. I smiled and nodded. “With someone new. Someone younger, in fact. He was incredible. I’ll tell you about it before bed. I’ll make you feel good, too, I promise.”
Andrew smiled like a cuckold should when his wife tells him she’s fucked someone else. He was so helpful the rest of the night, too, as if he couldn’t help but think about the joys that would be his once bed time approached and he didn’t want to ruin his chances at a great orgasm.
I made him feel good, too. Of course I did. A good hotwife takes care of her cuckold, after all.
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Stefan
I love it!!!!
