Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 13
🕑 Added 2021-11-04 06:28:37 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
I didn’t plan it ahead of time, but my cuckolding of Andrew has played out on what feels like two separate tracks. On one track are my adventures with Savannah, which include evenings with Aaron and Gary and double dates with our cuckolds (some of which are just playing with our cuckolds at home). On the other track is my relationship with Taylor, which is unfolding as an entirely different experience from the group sex and more direct cuckold play with Savannah.
An uncharitable person might call me greedy – or just a slut – for being a married woman with multiple sexual partners, but I don’t give a damn about what an uncharitable person might think. I give a damn about what I think and what Andrew thinks, and I can tell you that we both love it.
After our night in the hotel room – the night Andrew was finally allowed to watch another man fuck me – Taylor became something resembling a boyfriend for me. It was nowhere near the traditional girlfriend-boyfriend relationship, of course, but it was also a great deal more of a relationship than the purely sexual interactions I had with Aaron.
We do a fair amount of texting. I like to let him know when I’m thinking about him – which happens a fair amount, to be honest – and he likes to do the same. I always smile when I see that he’s sent me a text and he almost always has something either sweet or dirty to say. I’m down for both, to be honest. When he’s sweet, it’s actually pretty romantic. The last time he texted it was to tell me that he’d walked by another woman wearing my perfume and he’d spent the next hour thinking about holding me in his arms. It put a smile on my face, especially since I quite like being in his arms, at least the small handful of times I’ve done it.
A few weeks after our evening at the hotel, I got in touch with Taylor about seeing him again (to sleep with; we’d enjoyed another car hookup in the meantime). I was feeling needy and Andrew had been exceptionally good that week, so I figured I’d give my husband a show while getting what I needed from the most rugged man in my life. Taylor told me he was on board for Andrew watching, but that he’d prefer to have me to himself, if only for one night.
To be honest, I didn’t even have to think about it. I granted his request without hesitation. It’s not Andrew’s right to watch when I’m with someone else, after all. Any pleasure he’s granted is at my discretion, and I decided to grant Taylor’s request as a way to nourish the relationship with him, because by that point I’d decided I’d be quite happy to be his sort-of-girlfriend for a while.
Aaron is the kind of man that wants to see a woman in a tight dress and a very high pair of heels. Taylor is not really that kind of man. Like any man he wants to be with a woman that’s made an effort to look good, but he likes a country girl, so that’s what I gave him. I put on a pretty sundress and a cute pair of boots and while I did put a fair amount of effort into my hair and makeup, it was all about looking like that sexy version of a country girl that I knew would have Taylor feeling awfully eager to take me to his bed.
I got a little nervous as I drove to Taylor’s house, but in that good kind of way where my nerves were about whether or not he’d still want me. In hindsight, it’s crazy, but I was like a girl hoping her crush was into her as I was driving out to his place.
Taylor was sitting on his porch when I pulled in and he got up, came down the steps, and pulled me close for a kiss the moment I stepped out of my car, washing away any nerves I felt. The man wanted me.
He owns a restored farmhouse – he restored it himself, of course – and there are fruit fields – berries, mostly – all around it. He owns the land and leases it to the farmer and he gets a whole lot of free berries out of the deal, when they’re in season, at least. I mention it because, unlike most places, it makes sitting on the front porch both peaceful and quite private, which is why Taylor took my hand, led me to the porch, and handed me a mason jar filled with a rather strong concoction as we sat and watched the sun slowly fall towards the horizon.
“I hope it’s not too forward of me to say that I’ve been thinking about you,” Taylor said. “Pretty constantly, in fact.”
“Is that right?” I asked with a sweet smile.
Taylor nodded and threw back a sip of his drink.
“Well, I hope it’s not too forward of me to say that I’ve also been thinking about you,” I said. Like I said earlier, Taylor occupied a very different place in my mind than the other men – Aaron and my husband, that is – I’d been enjoying, so he did come up often. I reached over to take his hand in mine and added, “As it turns out, I like having a man like you in my life.”
“A man like me?” he asked.
“A strong, rugged, handsome man that knows how to give a woman what she wants,” I answered.
That seemed to thrill him – I suppose it would thrill any man who deserved to hear those words said about him – and after a confident smile broke across his face he patted his lap and said, “Why don’t you come have a seat over here?”
Honestly, it made my heart flutter a little bit. There’s just something about how manly he is that makes me want to be in his arms, or in his lap. Perhaps it’s something every woman feels around a man like him or perhaps it’s just something I feel, but I’ve increasingly found that I can’t quite resist him.
I got up and I sat sideways in his lap and put my legs over the arm of the chair. Taylor’s lips found mine a moment later and we shared an electric kiss. I was turned on while driving to his place, but my body lit up in a whole different way when he kissed me. It helped that his strong hand found its way to my leg and moved up my thigh – not all the way, of course, but enough of the way to make me wet – as I parted my lips to welcome his eager tongue.
I was feeling good after that kiss so I threw back nearly half of what remained in my mason jar and felt it slide easy down my throat. Taylor chuckled – I’m pretty sure he’s the sort of guy that likes a woman that can handle her liquor – and did the same with what remained in his jar.
“What is this, by the way?” I asked.
“Moonshine,” he said. “A neighbor a few houses down makes it. It’s strong, but she sweetens it so you can hardly taste the alcohol, can you?”
“I can’t,” I answered.
“That’s why I like it,” he replied with a smile. “There’s a bunch more in the fridge, too. She drops off a few jars every time she makes up a batch.”
“Is she sweet on you?” I asked.
Taylor’s hand moved back under my dress as he replied, “Why? Are you jealous?”
“Would that be wrong of me?” I asked. “I know I don’t have any claim to you, but I suppose I would be a little jealous if you were seeing other women.”
Taylor smiled a little, as if he thoroughly enjoyed my potential jealousy. “She’s nearly seventy, so there’s not much of a chance that she and I will be doing anything other than sharing the occasional glass of moonshine.”
I leaned in to kiss him and Taylor playfully backed away as his fingers moved a little closer to my panties. “Would it bother you if I was with another woman?” he asked.
“A little,” I answered honestly.
I leaned in again and this time he kissed me. Fueled by a touch of jealousy – I had no idea if he was actually seeing someone else, but I did feel a bit jealous – I kissed him with a sense of urgent desire, welcoming his tongue into my mouth and gently sucking on it and eliciting a moan in the process.
“I suppose there’s a solution to that little issue of my jealousy,” I said with a smile.
Taylor looked intrigued. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“I just have to make you feel so good that you don’t bother thinking about another woman,” I answered.
Taylor couldn’t contain his smile. “I suppose that would be a very effective way of ensuring you’re the only one I want.”
In my experience, it’s somewhat rare to be with the kind of man where it feels really, really good just to make him feel good. Taylor is that kind of man for me. Andrew has honestly never been that kind of man for me. I’m sure that will fade over time, but that feeling was alive and well when I was sitting in his lap on his porch and it certainly hasn’t faded yet. What’s funny is it’s not that way with Aaron. Fucking him is more about the pursuit of my orgasm and taking a chance to go down a sexual avenue – like group sex or fooling around with Savannah – that I’ve never been down before.
It’s different with Taylor. When I was on his porch, when I was sitting in his lap, when I was feeling a little bit of jealousy at the idea that he might be with another woman, it was a pure, simple desire to give a man pleasure, to make him feel good because it would make me feel good to do so.
“You’re not expecting any other visitors, are you?” I asked.
Taylor shook his head and I emptied my mason jar, swallowed the surprisingly sweet- tasting moonshine, and slid off his lap. I got on my knees between his legs and reached up to loosen his belt. I looked up at Taylor and smiled as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He returned my smile, and with good reason. He was about to get a blowjob.
His cock looked so good. Good enough that I literally licked my lips when it popped free. I wrapped my fingers around the base of the shaft and looked up at Taylor as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the underside of his cock. I kissed it softly and slowly and I let my tongue slip out of my mouth a few times to give him just a little bit of pleasure while teasing in a way he clearly found thrilling.
“I know how to make a man feel good,” I said. “And I want to make you feel good, Taylor. I want to make you feel things that few women ever have.” I cannot tell you how badly I wanted to do that in the moment. Again, it’s just something about Taylor that inspires that desire in me. I was legitimately soaked as I was on my knees in front of him. That’s not something I’ve ever experienced with Andrew. Literally never. As I’ve learned, that’s a big part of the fun of being a hotwife to a cuckold husband. You get to try new things with new men and you get to have some serious fun along the way.
I gave Taylor a world class blowjob on his front porch. I made love to his cock as he sipped his drink. I put a smile on his face and my mouth made him moan all sorts of ways. If we were any closer to his neighbors or the road there was a good chance someone would have strolled by to see what was happening. We weren’t, though. We had plenty of privacy, which meant I could make Taylor moan all I wanted.
It wasn’t more than a few minutes into the blowjob that I decided I was going to make him cum in my mouth. I figured I had all night to play with Taylor so I could get him off once before tending to my needs a little later. Plus, there are few things most men enjoy more than a woman sucking him off and swallowing his cum.
Taylor was no exception. He had this beautiful, blissful look on his face as he got closer to his orgasm. I saw it and I went to work. I was going to make damn sure that his climax was the best part. I used one hand to play with his balls and the other to stroke his slick shaft as my mouth worked the head. I moaned for him. I even slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pulled my breasts out of my bra so he could see them bouncing as I blew him.
Taylor came hard in my mouth. The first volley hit the back of my throat and nearly made me gag. I kept my composure, though, and took everything he had to offer while gently running my tongue over the underside of his cock head.
I looked up at him and swallowed his cum like every man wants his girl to do. Then I grabbed the mason jar from his hand, finished off the moonshine, and sat back on my knees.
“Hot damn,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you just gave me the best head of my life.”
I smiled, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock before saying, “It was my pleasure, and you can expect more of that. I’m a woman that likes to make her man feel good, after all.”
Taylor laughed joyously. “Well, if that’s how you treat your man, I can’t see wanting to welcome the advances of another woman. Why accept anything less than the best, after all?”
I put pulled my dress back up, stood, and said, “Damn right. Now, all that oral action got me hungry. Why don’t we have a little something to eat before you’re ready to get back into action?”
“Sounds good to me,” Taylor replied. “I’m a decent cook, actually. How about you let me prepare you something?”
“Show me what you got,” I said.
As it turns out, Taylor is indeed a decent cook. He’s better at fucking me, but he’s a decent cook.
