Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 9
🕑 Added 2021-09-03 05:37:35 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Things have changed,” I said to Andrew as I worked on my makeup. “Or shifted, I suppose. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of how much fun life can be when I’m not tied to one man, I can’t go back. That means my original notion of you having to prove you’re worthy of watching me fuck another man doesn’t quite hold anymore.”
“I know,” Andrew replied.
I turned to look at him and he glanced at my breasts – I was naked as I sat at my makeup table, mostly because I wanted to tease him a little – and said, “That doesn’t give you license to be selfish tonight, though. To be honest, at this point I’m going to be a whole lot angrier if you get selfish and cum before Taylor and I are finished.”
“I know,” Andrew said.
I believed that he understood the concept, but I wasn’t entirely sure he understood just how angry I’d be if he fucked up and yet again proved himself incapable of being unselfish. “Andrew, darling, I really need you to understand this. If you disappoint me tonight I’m talking about a kind of punishment that involves you going months without seeing my naked body and potentially years without fucking me. If you disappoint me enough I might do something far more drastic.”
Andrew approached and dropped to his knees next to me. He glanced at my breasts before meeting my gaze and saying, “Lily, I understand that I disappointed you last time. I’m pretty sure I understand just how significant your disappointment was. I know that I really, really fucked up. I do. I wasn’t prepared for how I would feel, both while you were cuckolding me and after I’d cum. I didn’t take a second to think about anything other than my feelings and I ruined the night for you. But, the truth is, I cost myself – and both of us, I suppose – years of fun and pleasure with my selfishness and I regret that more than I can possibly explain. I really do.”
I believed him. Mostly, at least. He’d still have to prove it, but I believed him. I liked the way he’d gotten on his knees, too. He could have stayed standing. He could have moved behind me and looked at me in the mirror. He didn’t, though. He got on his knees and while it was a small thing, I think some of you understand that there’s something nice about seeing a cuckold on his knees.
“I believe you,” I said. “You’ll need to prove that you can be unselfish, but I believe you.” I smiled and swung my legs around and spread them so Andrew had a view of my pussy. I scooted forward and said, “Another man is going to be inside me tonight. He’s going to fill my pussy. He’s going to give me his big cock and he’s going to make me cum. With any luck, he’ll make me cum multiple times. As long as you can be good, I’m going to let you watch. I’m going to let you witness the beauty of Taylor’s big cock moving in and out of my pussy. I’m going to let you watch him make your wife cum.”
“I’ll be good,” Andrew said.
I reached out and guided his head between my legs. “Eat my pussy, Andrew.”
He put his tongue to work. I closed my eyes and moaned. I thought of Taylor. I thought of going down on him in the car. I thought of him unloading in my mouth and his deep moans of pleasure as he did so. I thought of how badly I wanted him. As it turned out, delaying my gratification and waiting a while to fuck Taylor seemed like it was going to make the experience so much hotter.
“That’s good,” I said as I gently pushed Andrew from between my legs and turned back to the mirror. “I need to finish getting ready. You can watch if you’d like.”
Andrew remained on his knees next to me and watched as I finished doing my hair and makeup for Taylor. I didn’t go over the top – he wasn’t the sort of man that wanted a heavily made up woman – but I made sure I looked damn good. I liked that Andrew watched, too. It seemed like a good thing for him to witness me putting in a great deal of effort to look good for someone else.
I like wearing lingerie, but Taylor didn’t strike me as the sort of man that found much pleasure in it. I suspected he was the type that found it annoying more than anything, as it was just an impediment to getting me naked. So, I went with nothing at all. No bra, no panties, no stockings. Nothing. I wore a little black dress and a pair of heels and that was it. All it would take was a simple tug on a zipper and I’d be naked.
While I would have enjoyed fucking Taylor in our bed, it just didn’t work to invite the man that would be cuckolding my husband to our neighborhood. We’re surrounded by busybody, gossip-mongering housewives and someone would have seen Taylor pull up in his truck and head into the house without a date in tow. They would have gossiped or asked questions and then I would have ended up spinning lies and none of it seemed worth it. Instead, we booked a hotel room. Andrew suggested we spring for something expensive, too. I think he actually found it a little bit pleasurable to pay for an expensive room in which I’d be fucking another man.
“How do you feel?” I asked after we’d checked in and were settled into the room.
“Excited,” Andrew answered. “A little nervous, maybe. I don’t know why, exactly, but I think I feel some nerves about the whole thing.”
I took Andrew’s hand and guided it under my dress and between my legs. His fingers slipped into my pussy and his eyes went wide as he felt the wetness I knew was there.
“I’m excited too,” I said as Andrew worked his fingers in and out of me. “I’m excited for Taylor. I’m excited to feel his cock inside me. I’m excited for you to watch another man fuck your wife.”
Andrew moaned and I grabbed his cock through his pants. He was hard as a rock – which was a good sign – and the look on his face told me that he very much enjoyed a bit of over the pants play.
“I’d like you naked and on your knees when Taylor gets here,” I said. “I don’t want there to be any confusion about your role tonight. I want him to see you as a cuckold the moment he walks in. Do you understand?”
Andrew nodded and stepped back to take his clothes off. I watched with a smile on my face. It had been Savannah’s idea to have Andrew naked and on his knees when Taylor arrived. She said it would help both of them to get over any nerves they might have had and embrace their places for the evening. Andrew would probably feel a little humiliated, but Savannah said that would ultimately be helpful, for just a touch of that would keep any of his problematic male instincts at bay.
“On your knees now,” I said as he finished stripping. Andrew fell to his knees and I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up the bottom of my skirt to expose my pussy. “Eat my pussy while we wait for Taylor to arrive.”
Andrew crawled forward and I set my dress over his head, engulfing him in darkness as he ate my pussy like a good cuckold. I leaned back and smiled. As long as Andrew could control himself it was going to be a very good night.
A knock on the door pulled me from my lusty revelry and Andrew backed away from my pussy. I stood and said, “Remain right there on your knees. Don’t be nervous. Remember, that’s exactly where a cuckold belongs when his wife is entertaining another man.”
I turned without waiting for his acknowledgment and welcomed Taylor to our room. He looked every bit like the rugged Texan I’d spent my day craving in a pair of jeans and plaid button up. I especially liked the five o’clock shadow he had going on his impeccably handsome face.
What’s amazing is that I didn’t know how turned on I was until I saw Taylor. The moment I laid eyes on him it was like a switch flipped inside me. I think it happened for him, too, because he picked me up and held me against the wall as we kissed with a feverish kind of desire. I moaned the instant I felt his tongue and when he squeezed my bare ass with his strong hands I couldn’t help but moan louder.
“I want you,” he said between kisses. “I need you, Lily.”
“I’m yours,” I replied. “Take me to the bed.”
Taylor carried me like I weighed nothing at all – a strong man is such a turn on – and set me on the bed. He hurriedly stripped as I pulled my dress up around my waist and showed spread my legs. He smiled at my lack of panties and dropped his pants to the floor.
“Andrew, give him a condom,” I said.
Andrew stood, reached into my purse, and pulled out a condom to hand to Taylor. He dropped back down to his knees a moment later as Taylor tore open the condom and rolled it down his shaft.
“Keep your hands off your cock, Andrew,” I said as I saw him reach for his dick. “You can watch, but you can’t touch. Do you understand?”
He nodded as Taylor moved between my legs. He kissed my neck and I reached down to grab his cock and guide it into my pussy. I love foreplay, but I couldn’t wait. I needed him inside me. I needed to get fucked by the gorgeous, rugged man between my legs.
Taylor slipped inside me and our lips met. I moaned into his mouth and grabbed his ass to pull him as deep into my pussy as he could go. I felt him reach places Andrew had never gone. “Oh, fuck, you’re so deep inside me,” I said.
Taylor’s cock moved in and out of me at a slow, sensual pace. He pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and freed my breasts. His fingers and lips found them and he offered me a deeper kind of pleasure as his cock bottomed out in me over and over.
“Harder,” I said. Slow and sensual felt good, but I was desperately horny and I wanted it hard and fast. “Fuck me harder.”
Taylor smiled and sped up, but only a little. He was teasing me. I could see it. He might have been teasing Andrew, too. He was giving me a little of what I wanted and he was driving me crazy, though in the best way possible.
“You want it harder?” Taylor asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Taylor, please, fuck me harder.”
Taylor smiled – he was loving it – and gently moved my hands above my head. He pinned them there with his exceptionally strong grip and caressed my face with his other hand. “Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want you to fuck me while my husband watches,” I said. “I want you to fuck me hard, Taylor. I want you to fuck me hard and give me the kind of orgasm a woman deserves.”
Taylor smiled. His hand moved from my face to one of my breasts. He squeezed hard and I moaned as he began to fuck me like I needed. He pulled out almost entirely with every thrust and then drove his cock back into my pussy with incredible power. He kept my hands pinned above my head – which was such a fucking turn on – and he was just rough enough with my breasts to enhance the pleasure of being taken hard and fast.
I’m telling you, it was everything I wanted. He fucked me so good, and he happened to fuck me in a manner Andrew never had. That made it so much hotter, especially since my husband was on his knees and watching with a stiff dick between his legs. It was impossible not to compare the two of them in the moment and Taylor won by a country mile.
I couldn’t tell you how long it took me to cum, but I know it was pretty fast. It was a loud, wild, wondrous orgasm. I screamed. My body trembled. My toes curled. My pussy felt like it spasmed around Taylor’s cock as he continued to drive it in and out of me.
He released my hands from his strong grasp and I wrapped my arms around him while coming down from my climax. “You’re incredible,” I whispered before we kissed. It was a deeply passionate kiss, too. Not the peck on the lips you sometimes give your husband after you’ve had decent sex. No, this was a kiss meant as a reward for the man that had just fucked me to a body-shaking orgasm, and of course I knew he hadn’t climaxed yet so I wanted him to stay in that wildly aroused kind of place.
“My pussy needs a break before we go again,” I said. “But I’d love to suck your cock while I recover. I promise, I won’t make you cum in my mouth. I want you in my pussy when you have your first orgasm tonight.”
“My first?” Taylor asked.
I smiled. “I suspect you’re the sort of man who can go multiple times in a night.”
“I am,” he replied.
“Good, because after the orgasm you gave me, you deserve to use my body however you desire tonight,” I said. “You deserve to cum the way you just made me cum.”
Taylor pulled out and rolled onto his back.
“Here, come sit at the edge of the bed. I want to sit on my cuckold’s face and have him tend to my sore pussy with his eager tongue while I suck your cock,” I said. Taylor happily moved to the edge of the bed as I turned to Andrew and said, “I want you on your back. I’m going to sit on your face and feed you my pussy, the pussy that another man just satisfied.”
Andrew nodded and happily got on his back at the foot of the bed. I got on my knees, dropped my pussy onto his face, pulled the condom from Taylor’s cock, and took him in my mouth. I was tempted to go all out, but I wanted him to cum while inside me, so instead I gave a teasing blowjob. It was soft and slow. I kissed the head of his cock. I kissed his shaft. I licked and sucked every square inch of his stiff shaft. I kept him in that place of wild desire and I sat on my husband’s face the entire time.
“Does my pussy taste good?” I asked after a few minutes of lusty cocksucking.
“Yes,” Andrew answered.
“Can you taste the condom?” I asked.
“I can,” he answered with a smile. I took note of that. It seemed like a good sign that he would enjoy tasting what was essentially the residue that another man’s cock had left inside me.
Once my pussy had recovered from the first round of sex – it really that my clit was so sensitive I couldn’t have taken another pounding – I looked up at Taylor and asked, “How would you feel about fucking me from behind?”
“It would be my pleasure,” he answered.
I smiled, grabbed another condom, and gently rolled it down his cock as I looked up at him. I stood and Taylor moved back as I got on my hands and knees in the bed. I made sure I was looking right at Andrew, who got on his knees and looked up at me.
Taylor slipped into my pussy from behind and slowly filled me as he grabbed my hips. I smiled and said, “Fuck me as hard as you want. Fuck my married pussy and cum while you’re buried deep inside me.”
That seemed to thrill Andrew as he let out a quiet moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked him. “You like the idea of another man cumming while he’s deep in your wife’s pussy, don’t you?”
Andrew nodded as Taylor fucked me hard. His thrusts were powerful enough that it felt like my whole body vibrated every time his pelvis crashed into my ass.
“Come closer,” I said. Andrew crawled closer until his arms rested on the edge of the bed. “You’re being so good for me. I love that you haven’t touched your cock. I love that you’ve managed not to be selfish. I promise, if you keep that up, you’ll be rewarded.”
“I will,” Andrew said.
I took his hand in mine and closed my eyes. I moaned as Taylor fucked me with wild abandon. He was clearly building towards an orgasm. I placed Andrew’s hand on one of my breasts. He played with it as I’d hoped he would. I opened my eyes and saw the pleasure on his face.
“You love watching another man fuck your wife, don’t you?” I asked.
He nodded.
“He’s deeper inside me than you’ve ever been,” I said. “He’s deeper in my pussy than you could ever hope to be.”
“Does it…does it feel good?” Andrew asked.
“It feels incredible,” I answered. “Fucking Taylor is so much hotter than I thought it would be. That orgasm he gave me is better than any you’ve ever given me, Andrew.”
Andrew moaned like he was the one fucking me, like a few well-chosen words had provided him with such intense pleasure that he too was approaching an orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” Taylor said. “Your pussy feels so good.”
“He’s close,” I said to Andrew. “Taylor’s close to cumming. He’s going to bury his cock in your wife’s pussy and he’s going to cum, Andrew. My pussy is going to make another man cum.”
I’m certain Andrew would have cum if I’d done as little as rub the tip of his cock. It was exceptionally arousing to witness his desire.
Taylor buried his cock inside me and filled the hotel room with his moans of pleasure. I said nothing. I didn’t need to. Andrew was thrilled as he witnessed another man have an orgasm while in my pussy.
“Kiss me,” I said to Andrew as Taylor continued to moan. Our lips met. I offered my tongue and Andrew took it. It was a soft, sensual kiss. It was seductive and beautiful.
“If you want, I can make you cum right now. I’ll make sure it’s an incredible orgasm. You’ll have to go home, though, while Taylor and I spend the night together. You can also wait if you’d like,” I said. “Just know that as soon as you cum, you’ll have to go home.”
“I want to wait,” Andrew said. “I want to keep watching.”
“Taylor and I will need a little time to recover before we fuck again,” I said as Taylor pulled out and collapsed onto the bed behind me. “I’m going to cuddle up with him. We’re probably going to watch a little TV and talk. You’ll have to wait there on the floor while we do. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”
Andrew nodded without hesitation. I kissed him again and then turned towards Taylor. He smiled as I rested my head on his chest. He put his strong arm around me and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the joyful sensations that pulsed through my body.
“You’ll fuck me again, won’t you?” I asked.
“I’ll fuck you all night long, Lily,” Taylor answered.
I smiled at the notion. I wondered how long it would take for Andrew to surrender and ask for an orgasm.
As it turned out, it didn’t happen until the next morning. He waited all the way until Taylor had left. I’ll tell you about that next time.
