Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 14
🕑 Added 2021-11-05 04:00:03 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
It hasn’t happened much yet, but I’ve already grown fond of the look on Andrew’s face when I come home from being with another man. He seems hopeful and a little bit nervous and I always have the feeling that I could ask him to do just about anything and he’d jump at the chance.
I spent the night with Taylor, so I didn’t see that look on Andrew’s face until I returned home the next morning. It was late morning, really, as Taylor made me breakfast and we fucked again before I took my leave. Andrew was there with that look on his face, though. He actually seemed a little more nervous than usual, perhaps because I’d spent the night in another man’s bed as opposed to a hotel bed.
I felt a little bad, to be honest. I wondered if he’d spent his whole night worrying that I was going to come home feeling entirely different about my cuckold husband. I didn’t, in case you’re wondering. I know the difference between temporary infatuation – which I’m definitely experiencing with Taylor – and love, which I have with Andrew. Just because I don’t get wet blowing my husband doesn’t mean I’m not in love with him. Those are two entirely different things. Plus, there’s a whole different kind of fun you can have with a cuckold.
“Come here,” I said as I stood in the foyer in my sundress and boots. I’d done what I could to tame my hair after a night of sex and sleep, but it was a mess. I suspect that was a positive for my husband, though.
Andrew smiled and came to me. I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same for me. I kissed his neck and he inhaled deeply – I suspect he could smell Taylor on me – and then I felt his cock pressing into me. A hug was all it took to get him hard. It made me smile.
“How did you sleep?” I asked as we separated.
“Okay,” Andrew replied.
I reached down and gently grabbed his cock through his jeans. “Were you thinking about me?”
He nodded.
“Were you thinking about Taylor fucking me?” I asked.
He nodded again.
“That made it hard to sleep, didn’t it?” I said.
“It did,” Andrew admitted.
“Did you masturbate?” I asked.
“No, of course not,” he said.
I smiled. “I slept like a baby, just like in the hotel room with Taylor. It’s so easy to fall asleep in his strong arms.”
That got a moan out of Andrew.
“Do you like that I spent last night in another man’s bed?” I asked.
“I do,” Andrew said.
“And what would you like this morning?” I asked. “How can I make you feel good?”
His eyes went wide as if he wasn’t expecting to be asked his opinion on the matter. I wanted to hear what he craved, though. It seemed like it would be illustrative of his deepest desires, assuming he was willing to be honest.
“I…I’d like you to sit on my face,” he said.
I couldn’t help but smile. What a delightful answer. “Is that because you know another man’s cock was inside me this morning?” I asked.
“Yes,” Andrew answered.
I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. I stepped closer and stroked him as my lips neared his. “Would you also like to cum, Andrew?”
“I’d like that very much,” he said.
“I suppose we should go to the bedroom, then,” I offered with a smile. I kept hold of Andrew’s cock as he walked to the bedroom. “Strip and get on your back,” I instructed.
Andrew stripped with great speed and I watched him crawl into the bed and roll onto his back. His cock was as hard as I’d ever seen it – he’d likely spent his entire night in a state of arousal – and I couldn’t help but compare it to Taylor’s. My husband lost that comparison, of course.
I approached the bed and Andrew’s naked body and I reached out to run my fingers over his cock. “I sucked Taylor’s cock on his porch yesterday,” I said. “First, I sat in his lap and we kissed, but then I got on my knees between his legs, took out his cock, and made love to it with my mouth until he came.” I looked up at Andrew to see an almost hypnotic look on his face. “I swallowed for him, of course. I can’t help but want to swallow for a man like that.”
Andrew’s body twitched like he was awfully close to cumming so I pulled my fingers from his cock and smiled. I leaned down and kissed his neck while moaning. “Does that turn you on, Andrew? Do you like that your wife swallowed another man’s cum last night?”
“Yes,” he said in a voice absolutely brimming with desire.
“I had him in my mouth again this morning,” I explained. “I went down on him after breakfast. I got him hard and then he fucked me again. He fucked me right on his kitchen counter, in fact. I came all over his big cock as he fucked your wife so hard.”
“Please, Lily, please sit on my face,” Andrew said.
I stepped back and his eyes wandered over my body as I pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside before pushing my panties down and stepping out of them. Andrew stared as I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my body. I thought of Taylor doing the same thing. I thought of him grasping my breasts as we fucked. I thought of him fingering my pussy before slipping his cock inside me. I thought of him grabbing my ass as I rode his cock and it all left me soaking wet.
I crawled into the bed and sat across Andrew’s chest. “No masturbating while I sit on your face.”
“Of course,” he said.
I crawled forward and straddled his head. My pussy hovered over his mouth. I smiled and sat on his face. Andrew moaned and put his tongue inside me. He probed me for the delicious juices he craved. I moved my pussy back and forth over his mouth, riding his face and rubbing my clit on anything I could find. I used my husband’s face like a sex toy and the look on his eyes and the steady stream of moans coming from his mouth made it perfectly clear he was having a damn good time.
“Does my pussy taste good?” I asked as I felt an orgasm approaching.
“Yes,” Andrew offered in a muffled voice.
“Does it taste better knowing that another man’s cock was inside me this morning?” I asked.
Andrew moaned and I rode his face faster. I covered him in my juices, leaving his skin slick with my desire. I made a wondrous mess and it actually made me cum harder. My legs trembled as I closed them around his face while an orgasm ripped through me. I let out a loud, lovely moan and then dropped my pussy onto his face and took a few seconds to relax in my post-orgasmic bliss as his tongue continued to probe me.
Once I’d taken my pleasure, I slid backwards until I was between Andrew’s legs. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, gathered all the precum that had dripped from the tip of his cock, and offered a swift handjob.
“Taylor got to enjoy my mouth and my pussy last night and this morning,” I said. “You get to enjoy my hand.”
Andrew closed his eyes and groaned as his cock surged in my hand.
“That’s what a cuckold gets when his wife has been fucked so good by a man with a nice big cock,” I continued.
That was it for Andrew. He came hard. His semen spurted into the air and landed on his stomach. By the time it was over he’d made quite the beautiful mess.
I crawled forward and laid next to him. I ran my fingers through the cum and scooped up some of it. “Open up,” I said. I thought about him cleaning his load from Savannah’s breasts. I thought about how much he’d enjoyed that, particularly when he thought back on it in the days afterwards. Andrew opened his mouth and I fed him his cum. I enjoyed it, too. There was something about his willingness to do it and the smile on his face that I really loved. Maybe I just like having a happy cuckold.
I do know that I’m getting better at ensuring we’re both happy. My confidence is growing and my desires seem to be expanding as a result. It’s like I’ve tossed aside any preconceived notions about my sex life and about my husband in favor of embracing what feels good, and at the moment what feels good is pursuing almost any opportunity that comes up.
That’s the fun of being a hotwife, at least for me. My husband has given me the freedom to pursue my pleasure in just about any way I want and I’ve decided to go for it while ensuring that Andrew gets what he craves (most of the time, anyway).
What makes it so exciting is the sense that anything can happen. I could go to a bar, flirt with a guy and go home with him if I really wanted. I could give Taylor a call and ask him to take me out for a night of dancing, flirting, and fucking if I wanted. I could try and cook up something crazy with Savannah. We could spend the night teasing our cuckolds and having them serve us if we wanted. Just about anything is possible, which is a great way to live.
I think what I love most of all is that I have my husband to thank for it. I wouldn’t have pursued cuckolding without his desire. I wouldn’t be able to pursue it without his willingness to let me play, and most importantly his willingness to be a good cuckold. After all, this wouldn’t work if he was a selfish cuckold.
Thankfully, there’s lots more to share with you, so I’ll be back soon.
