Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 19
🕑 Added 2022-01-14 07:29:34 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“I’m impressed,” I said as I looked through the dresses on offer at the store Andrew and Jeff had brought us to.
“Me too,” Savannah replied. “I think our cuckolds understand how important it is for us to look good tonight.”
Andrew and Jeff had brought us to a store that specialized in high end clothes for women, many of which were unquestionably sexy. It was the sort of store that the well-to-do women of Dallas tended to shop at, especially when they wanted to look good for a charity fundraiser or a night out on the town. In this case, it was a store our cuckold husbands had brought us to so we could look good for the men we’d be giving ourselves to that night.
“What do you say we let the cuckolds pick the first round of dresses for us to try on?” Savannah suggested.
“That sounds wonderful,” I replied. “We’ll get ourselves a glass of champagne and talk while you do a little shopping, boys.”
Savannah took my hand and we walked towards the fitting area, which was far more sizable and elegant than at a typical store. The well-dressed young woman poured us both a glass of champagne and we sat in the exceptionally comfortable chairs while our cuckold husbands busied themselves with selecting dresses for us.
“They seem so excited,” Savannah noted.
“Don’t they?” I replied with delight in my voice. Andrew had been excited all morning. I think he loved the idea of taking me shopping for a dress so I could spend the night teasing Aaron into a sexual frenzy before I let him have me.
“Have you heard from Aaron today?” Savannah asked.
I smiled and nodded before taking a sip of the rather tasty champagne. “We’ve done a bit of texting and I wasn’t shy about being naughty with my responses, so I think he’s really looking forward to seeing me.”
“What sort of naughty thoughts did you put in Aaron’s head?” Savannah asked.
“I told him that my body was his to do as he pleased with tonight,” I replied. I meant it, too. There was something about the nature of my relationship with Aaron – the fact that it was purely sexual and that we saw each other infrequently was a big part of it – that made me want to be far wilder with him that I’ve been with any other man.
“Mmm, I can understand that impulse,” Savannah replied. “There’s something about these nights with Gary and Aaron that tends to unleash the sluttiest version of me.”
“I like that version of you,” I said. “I like that version of me, too.”
Savannah smiled and for a moment I thought she might lean over and kiss me. I would have welcomed it, even if it was a bit insane to do so in public. She didn’t, though. Instead, she offered a devilish smile and said, “I like the feeling that just about anything can happen when we’re with them.”
I nodded and added, “I certainly never imagined kissing a woman or having sex with other people in the room, and yet I happily did both of those things last time.”
“Is it crazy that I’m getting a little bit turned on just thinking about it?” Savannah asked.
“Not at all,” I replied. I was certainly feeling a little bit turned on as there really was something to what she’d said about unleashing the sluttiest version of her. I felt the same way and while it isn’t something I’d want to do all the time, I do love that there’s a time in my life where I can do that.
“Here they come,” Savannah said as she nodded towards our husbands.
I turned to see Andrew and Jeff approaching, each with a handful of dresses draped over their arms. “Do you think you’ve found something our dates will like?” I asked.
“We do,” Jeff said.
“We might be wrong, but we’re fairly confident,” Andrew added.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” Savannah said as she set her champagne glass on the table between our chairs and stood.
I joined her, took the dresses from Andrew, and headed for the fitting area. I stepped into one of the curtained-off rooms and, much to my surprise, Savannah followed me.
“We might need help zipping up,” she said. “Plus, it’s more fun this way, isn’t it?”
I nodded. To be honest, I like when things get a little bit flirty with Savannah. It fuels that sense of naughtiness that permeates me when I’m in hotwife mode, particularly on the days when we’re seeing Aaron and Gary.
We both stripped to our underwear and I tried on a short, low cut red dress that hugged my body like a glove. Savannah stepped into a blue dress with a similar cut and we stood next to each other in the mirror and admired the selections our cuckold husbands had made.
“We look good,” I said.
“We do,” Savannah replied as she put her arm around me. “Exceptionally good, though I feel like these are fairly similar to the dresses we wore the first time you met Aaron.”
I turned to the side to admire my profile in the mirror and I couldn’t help but smile at how good my ass looked in the dress. Andrew had chosen exceptionally well. “They do, though I suspect our dates won’t mind when we look this good.”
Savannah turned to study her profile in the mirror and put her hands on my waist. She stepped closer, brushed my hair aside, and offered a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. Her hands moved up my stomach and cupped my breasts before squeezing them in the most pleasing way.
I looked towards the mirror and Savannah smiled as my gaze met hers. “Aaron and Gary are lucky men, aren’t they?” I asked.
“They certainly are,” she said. “They’ve found two women that are appreciative of their generosity and their talents.”
“Two women that are eager to make them happy,” I added.
“Because they know how to make us happy, don’t they?” Savannah replied.
I nodded and she kissed my neck once more before releasing my breasts and unzipping my dress. I did the same and we both stripped and moved to the next option our cuckolds had picked out. Both were floor length dresses, though they were exceptionally tight, as our Andrew and Jeff had correctly guessed that sexiness was the primary quality we were looking for.
“These are exquisite,” I said as I looked in the mirror. I particularly liked the way the dress hugged my hips and accentuated my ass, which looked so good that I knew Aaron would have a hard time concentrating on anything else. I couldn’t help but imagine being on my knees in the backseat of the car and sucking his cock while he grasped my ass through the smooth, thin material of the dress.
“What are you thinking about?” Savannah asked.
I snapped back from my lusty little dream, laughed, and said, “I was thinking about giving Aaron a blowjob in this dress.” I laughed again and added, “I’m such a slut.”
“In the best way possible, though,” Savannah said as she looked at herself in the mirror. “I do like the floor length look. I think it might be the best style for tonight. Gary said they’re taking us to dinner at a fancier place than usual, so a short dress might be a bad choice for something like that.”
“We should try on the silk dresses, then,” I replied.
We both changed into the satin dresses – mine was black and Savannah’s was dark red – and once again admired ourselves in the mirror.
“These look great, too,” Savannah said. “Which ones do you think our dates will enjoy the most?”
I ran my hands over the soft silk and said, “Men do like shiny things. Plus, because of the cut of these we can’t wear a bra, which I think Aaron and Gary might really like.”
Savannah smiled as she looked at my nipples, which were poking through the thin material of my dress. She reached up and rubbed her fingers over them, sending a rush of pleasure between my legs. “Everyone will be able to see that your date turns you on,” she noted. “They’ll be able to see how badly you want Aaron to fuck you.”
“They certainly will,” I replied as I took note of Savannah’s stiff nipples pushing through her dress. “And they’ll be able to see how badly you want to give yourself to Gary. They’ll see that you’re eager to be a good little slut for him tonight.”
Savannah skillfully pinched my nipples through the dress and for a moment a lusty moan escaped my lips before I cut it off. I was exceedingly horny and I considered calling Andrew into the fitting area to go down on me, but I quickly decided that I’d rather keep myself in a state of desperation for Aaron.
“I think we should go with the silk dresses,” I said.
“I agree,” Savannah replied as she released my nipples from her grasp. “I think we should see what our cuckolds think, though.”
We left the fitting room and stepped into the store in our silk dresses. Andrew’s mouth hung open as his eyes wandered over my body. Savannah and I held hands as we approached our cuckolds with our nipples still stiff and pushing through the thin material of the dresses they’d picked out.
“What do you think, cucks?” Savannah asked softly. “Are these the dresses your wives should wear on our dates tonight?”
Andrew and Jeff nodded in unison.
I put my hand around Savannah’s waist and pulled her close as I asked, “Do you think these dresses will make our dates want to fuck us?” I wasn’t sure if anyone could hear me and I was far too turned on to care if they could.
“Yes,” Andrew said as Jeff nodded.
“I think so too,” I replied as I grabbed Savannah’s ass through the soft silk and squeezed it. She reached over and offered me the same thrill and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Then it’s decided,” she said. “We’re buying these dresses for our dates tonight. We’ll be right back.”
We walked back to the fitting room with our hands on each other’s asses – a little show for the cuckolds – and quickly changed. We passed the dresses off to our husbands and finished our champagne while they paid. All in all, it was a lovely way to spend the early afternoon.
We left the store and headed back home. Savannah and Jeff joined us at our house as we got ready together with the cuckolds happily waiting on us hand and foot. We had a little more champagne, we had a little more flirty fun with a bit of kissing in front of the cuckolds, and we made sure we looked absolutely perfect – elegantly sexy, as Savannah described it – for our dates before both the cuckolds piled into the front seat of the car and drove us to our destination.
Aaron and Gary were outside the restaurant – which was among the nicest in Dallas, by the way – and I found it hugely arousing to step into another man’s arms for a passionate kiss while my husband sat in the car and watched. Aaron showed quite a bit of restraint in not grabbing my ass, though I suspect he didn’t want to offend any of the other diners walking into the restaurant.
The meal was the finest I’ve ever eaten. We enjoyed an exquisite bottle of wine, a five course dinner crafted by a talented chef, and a decadent dessert followed by a glass of champagne that left me buzzed in the most wonderful way.
“I enjoyed your texts this week,” Aaron said as he put his arm around me on our way out of the restaurant.
I kissed him on the cheek and replied, “I enjoyed sending them. If I’m being honest, it was a turn on to send them. I always get turned on when I think about seeing you, Aaron. I can’t help it. You’re the first man to have me since I decided to step outside my marriage and being with you convinced me of the many pleasures available to a woman that’s been set free by her husband.”
“I only wish I had to come to Dallas for work more often,” Aaron said as his hand gently brushed over my silk-clad ass. “I think about you from the moment I know we’re coming to the moment I see you. I think about how good you make me feel, Lily, and I think about how badly I want to make you feel good.” We stopped at the valet stand and Aaron handed the ticket to the young man waiting there.
“Are you going to make me feel good tonight?” I asked.
“I certainly am,” Aaron answered.
I turned and stepped into his arms as we shared a kiss. It wasn’t too scandalous – we were right outside the restaurant, after all – but I felt a stirring between his legs.
“I’m going to make you feel good too,” I whispered. “I’m going to give you everything you want. I promise, you’re going to go home a very happy man.”
“Did you hear that they rented the penthouse suite?” Savannah asked from just behind Aaron.
“Did you?” I asked.
Aaron nodded and said, “You girls deserve the absolute best.”
I was surprised at how thrilling it felt to know that they’d gone all out to please Savannah and me that weekend. There’s no way they would have been able to expense dinner and the penthouse suite, so they were going out of pocket to wine and dine us, presumably because they knew we were going to show them a spectacularly good time.
The valet pulled up with their rental car – a rather sizable luxury SUV – and Aaron took the keys, handed him a tip, and walked me to the passenger side. We shared a long kiss and he grabbed my ass hard before opening the door for me.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile as Savannah and Gary got in the backseat. Aaron moved to the driver’s side, got behind the wheel, and got us on the road.
It would be a fairly quick drive to the hotel, but I wasn’t about to pass up on the opportunity to pleasure my man. In short order I had Aaron’s cock out of his pants and my head was bobbing up and down in his lap as I offered him the kind of pleasure a man deserves after treating a woman to the most fantastic meal of her life.
I heard Savannah offering the same pleasure in the backseat and soon enough both of our men were busy filling the SUV with moans of pleasure. At one point Aaron put a hand on the back of my head and applied a bit of pressure. I happily acquiesced and took him into my throat. I gagged a little, but I suspect that’s at least partly what he was hoping for. I think men like it when a woman’s throat tightens around their cock.
“We’re just about at the hotel,” Aaron said.
I sucked all of my saliva from his cock and tucked him back into his pants before sitting up. I looked into the backseat to see Savannah doing the same for Gary before she said, “I can’t wait to feel that beautiful cock of yours inside me. I hope you saved up your energy for tonight, because I need to be fucked long and hard.”
“You think you can take everything I have to give?” Gary asked.
Savannah kissed him and for a moment it seemed like she might hike up her dress and straddle him for a quick fuck in the backseat. There wasn’t time for that, though, as we soon pulled up to the hotel.
Aaron put his arm around me and held me close as we made our way through the grand lobby and stepped into the elevator marked specifically for those lucky enough to be staying in the penthouse.
There’s so much more to tell you, of course, but I’m going to stop it here before I move on to the next part. Don’t worry, it’s coming right up.
