Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 7
🕑 Added 2021-08-08 06:06:41 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“I was thinking of letting Andrew watch,” I said to Savannah as we tanned in our bikinis and enjoyed a glass of wine out by her pool.
“Really?” Savannah replied with a smile. “That went pretty badly last time, right? Do you think he’s ready for that?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “but there’s only one way to find out. We’ve talked about it, though. I’ve been clear that I’m not going back to the way things were, so he knows that he can’t behave badly and expect that I’ll just return to being the good suburban wife he used to have. Did you ever have trouble with Jeff? I mean, was he ever rude or selfish when you were just getting started?”
Savannah laughed. “He was. I imagine most men would be. I get it, too. It’s one thing to fantasize about it. It’s something else entirely to see your wife having great sex with someone else. To hear her moans, to see her face, to see the other guy’s face as he’s about to cum while he’s inside your wife. All of that must be pretty overwhelming for a man. It would certainly be overwhelming for me if I watched my husband fuck another woman.”
I sipped my wine and smiled. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true. I was actually thinking about starting with letting him watch me go down on a guy. I was going to text Taylor, the guy from the bar, and see if he had any interest in my husband being our audience as I went down on him.”
“Is it weird that I feel proud of you?” she asked. “I feel like I’ve helped – in a small way, of course – you become the kind of woman you seem to want to be.”
“Not a small way,” I replied. “You’ve helped in a big way, Savannah. Seeing you at that bar and learning from you has changed everything for me. Plus, that night with Aaron was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and you were the one that made that happen. I owe you. I really do.”
Savannah laughed. “You don’t owe me anything. Trust me. Having a friend – a real friend – that understands what Jeff and I are into and that’s actually into it too, that’s more valuable than just about anything. It really is.”
I reached out and squeezed Savannah’s hand. “Thank you,” I said. “For everything.”
“Is it safe to assume you’ll be interested in seeing Aaron again when he comes back to town?” Savannah asked.
My pulse quickened as memories of my night with Aaron flooded my brain. “Is that happening soon?”
“A month,” Savannah replied. “Not soon enough, if you ask me.”
“I’m in,” I said with a smile.
“So, this blowjob you’re going to let Andrew watch, how do you see that going down?” Savannah asked.
I looked out over the pool, smiled, and said, “I was thinking we’d go back to the same bar. Andrew could watch as Taylor and I do a little dancing and maybe some kissing. I could keep an eye on him to see how he’s reacting. If it seems like he’s losing it, I can send him home without getting to watch. If he seems to be controlling his emotions, I’ll invite him to watch as I give Taylor a blowjob in the back seat of our car. What do you think?”
Savannah lifted her glass towards mine and said, “I think that’s a brilliant idea. I’ve fucked a few guys in the car while Jeff watched from the front seat, actually, and it was great every time. I actually like it a lot better knowing that my cuckold husband is sitting up front and watching with a raging erection in his pants. Though I don’t let him masturbate, and I wouldn’t let Andrew do so either.”
“Oh, I won’t,” I replied. “Andrew has to earn the privilege of masturbating while he watches considering how badly he behaved last time.”
“He might not fully appreciate it, but your husband is a lucky man, Lily,” Savannah said.
“I know,” I replied. “Jeff is too. We’re both married to very lucky men.”
We both laughed at that, in part because it was a little bit absurd. After all, we were the ones that were free to fuck other people as we saw fit and to tempt and tease our husbands with the one thing that aroused them more than anything else. I was certain that Jeff felt lucky, though, and I knew Andrew would get there with a little work on my part.
“Make sure that Andrew sees you swallow,” Savannah said. “A cuckold loves to see his wife welcome another man’s cum into her body.”
“Good tip,” I replied.
“And if Taylor is at all inclined to be verbal, tell him to cut loose. Andrew will love hearing another man talk about how good his wife’s mouth feels,” Savannah added.
“Is it weird that it turns me on a little bit to think about Taylor being verbal?” I asked.
Savannah smiled. “Not at all. In my experience it’s always arousing when a desirable man compliments my sexual talents, especially if I’m in the throes of making him feel good. I know some women think of giving head as a submissive thing, but I never have. Sometimes I feel downright powerful doing it because I’m in total control of his pleasure. If I want him to cum, he will. If I want to make it last a little longer, I can. If I make it take long enough, that man is putty in my hands and he’ll feel that much more grateful when I finally make him cum in my mouth.”
I could see that Savannah was getting turned on. She meant every word she spoke and while I hadn’t given head to enough guys to fully experience what she was talking about, I could certainly imagine it. I’d thoroughly enjoyed going down on Taylor in his truck and I suspected that I’d enjoy it even more the second time, especially with Andrew watching.
“Do you ever masturbate?” I asked.
“I do,” Savannah replied.
“Even though you could just have Jeff go down on you or you could call one of the guys you like to play with?” I asked.
“Sometimes I like having total control over the experience, and that’s what masturbation gives me. I can deliver exactly the level of stimulation I want. I can use whatever toy I please or I can just use my fingers. Plus, I can close my eyes and let a world of pleasure play out in my head,” Savannah answered.
I rarely masturbated, but hearing Savannah’s answer made me think I was missing out on something.
“I masturbated last night, in fact,” she said. “I was in the bathtub and my mind wandered a little and I went for it. Do you know what I thought about?”
The naughty smile on her face made hearing the answer an absolute necessity. “What?” I asked.
“Our little foursome,” Savannah replied.
“Really?” I asked as I felt a small stirring of lust between my legs, as if my subconscious was accessing memories of that night.
For a moment, Savannah seemed hesitant, like she was worried about sharing too much. Then she threw back the rest of her wine, smiled, and said, “Fuck it. Yes, I thought about our foursome. I thought about kissing you while the guys watched. I thought about how wild it all felt. I thought about the two of us getting fucked at the same time. I’d never done anything like that and as it was happening I felt like I was high on the most incredible drug.”
“It was hot,” I replied as memories of that night played in my head like a slideshow. “I think that whole night is the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.”
“I kind of want to masturbate right now,” Savannah said.
Most friends don’t masturbate together, but Savannah and I aren’t like most friends. I didn’t answer her, though. Instead, I finished my wine, put my glass aside, and slipped a hand into my bikini bottoms. Savannah joined me and soon enough we were both masturbating by the pool.
“Fuck, I’m so wet,” I said.
“Mmmm, me too,” Savannah replied. “What are you thinking about?”
“About being on my hands and knees in that bed. About Aaron fucking me from behind as I looked into your eyes while Gary fucked you. About how wild and wonderful and intense it all felt,” I answered. “About how sexy and kinky it felt when you kissed me. About how much I enjoyed having your tongue in my mouth as Aaron’s cock filled my pussy.”
Savannah reached out and took my hand as I masturbated furiously. It wasn’t going to take long to cum.
“Fuck, Lily, I was thinking about the same thing,” she said. “You looked so hot taking Aaron’s dick. The way you moaned, it was so beautiful.”
I moaned, though I tried to keep quiet so we wouldn’t draw the attention of her neighbors. Savannah squeezed my hand and I looked over to see her thighs trembling. She was as close to an orgasm as I was. We were both about to cum.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” I said as an intense climax washed over me.
“Me too!” Savannah said.
We came together, marking the first time in my life I’d ever masturbated with a woman. I’m not entirely sure why it was so pleasurable and I don’t care. It was new and naughty and sexy and it felt fucking great. As it turns out, I’m a lot kinkier than I ever thought I was.
“Is he watching?” I asked.
Taylor and I were dancing in the bar. Andrew was sitting in a booth and my back was to him. I was wearing tight jeans, an even tighter tank top, and a pair of cowgirl boots that looked damn good on me. My blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. On that night, I was the kind of girl Taylor wanted to be with and I fucking loved that. I’d known from that first night that he didn’t want to be with a typical suburban wife. He didn’t like the big hair, the pretty jewelry, and the perfect makeup. He liked a little more of a country girl, so that’s what I was, albeit with a bit of a slutty touch with that skintight, low cut tank top that showed off my tits. There’s nothing wrong with a man enjoying a great pair of tits, though.
“Yeah, he’s watching,” Taylor answered with a smile. As it turned out, he was really into the idea of Andrew watching as I fooled around with him.
I kissed him and Taylor grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard. I pressed my body against his and I felt the lust flowing between my legs. Even better, I felt Taylor’s cock. He was hard, as almost any man would be. After all, Taylor knew he was getting a blowjob before the night was over. He knew I was going to suck him off and swallow his cum, and what man wouldn’t get hard when he knows a beautiful blonde with a great pair of tits is going to suck him off?
I kissed his neck and asked, “Are you thinking about my mouth around that beautiful cock of yours?”
He squeezed my ass again and answered, “Yes ma’am.”
I spun around in his arms and smiled at my husband as I moved to the honky-tonk music playing over the bar’s speakers. Taylor and I were definitely getting friendlier than anyone else on the dance floor, but it wasn’t the sort of bar that kicked people out for that kind of thing, which meant we were free to have fun.
Andrew looked enraptured as he watched with a hand wrapped tightly around his beer. After nearly an hour of watching me flirt, dance with, and kiss Taylor, I was confident my husband was ready to watch me give another man a blowjob without losing his mind and acting like a petulant baby.
Taylor kissed my neck as his hands moved to my waist. He pulled back and our bodies moved as one. His stubble felt surprisingly good on my skin and I considered going right past the blowjob and fucking him while my husband watched. Taylor would have been incredible – he’s absolutely the sort of man that could fuck a woman with great skill in a car – but Andrew hadn’t earned that privilege yet, so a blowjob would have to suffice.
I took one of Taylor’s hands in mine and said, “Let’s go.” He followed as I led him out of the bar and towards our SUV, which had a nice big backseat so I could be comfortable as I offered a man I barely knew a blowjob.
I pulled the key fob from my back pocket, unlocked the car, and climbed into the backseat with Taylor close behind. He shut the door and I went right for his belt as my lips found his. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth while working his jeans down to his knees. His underwear soon followed and my fingers found the thick, throbbing cock that I’d sucked off not that long ago.
The front door opened and I turned to see Andrew get in the passenger seat. Our eyes met and he flashed a wild smile. He was still right where I needed him to be. “Are you going to be good?” I asked.
“Yes,” Andrew answered. “I will. I promise.”
I took it as a good sign that he didn’t seem the slightest bit shy about answering in front of Taylor. I don’t know if he was embarrassed to do so, but if he was, Andrew pushed it aside and gave me what I needed.
I turned back to Taylor and said, “Don’t be shy about telling my husband how good his wife’s mouth feels.”
Taylor smiled and I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth. His moans instantly filled the car in a way that I loved. I thought of what Savannah had said about how she enjoyed giving head because she got to be in control of a man’s pleasure. I thought about how much I enjoyed giving pleasure to a man like Taylor. I thought about Andrew watching, and while I was a little apprehensive that he’d disappoint me like he’d done so many years ago, I liked the idea of him experiencing the thrills of cuckolding without giving in to his desire to jerk off.
“Damn, Lily, that feels incredible,” Taylor said. He moved his hand down my back and I moaned at his gentle, confident touch.
I could have drawn out the blowjob like Savannah had talked about, but I couldn’t really help myself. I sucked Taylor’s cock like I’d done the first time. I was a woman possessed – I think I was hugely turned on at the idea of Andrew watching me suck someone else off – and the thought of making Taylor cum was just about the only thing running through my head.
“Does she go down on you?” Taylor asked.
“Not that often,” Andrew replied.
Taylor laughed. “Damn, man, you’re missing out. Your wife gives head better than almost any woman I’ve ever been with. It’s even better the second time, too.”
He moaned louder and his hand moved up my back and came to rest on the back of my neck. I know most women hate it – and usually I do too, to be honest – but there was a part of me that wanted him to push down. In the moment the idea of Taylor using my mouth really turned me on. When he refrained from applying pressure with his hand, I reached up, put my hand over his, and pushed down.
“Are you sure?” Taylor asked. He was a gentleman, after all.
I moaned in response and he began to apply gentle pressure. I surrendered control to Taylor and my pussy gushed. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed a hand in my panties to furiously play with my pussy. Taylor applied more pressure as he picked up on the idea that I wanted my husband to watch me give my mouth to another man.
“Does she let you do this?” Taylor asked. “Does she let you take her mouth like this?”
“No,” Andrew answered. It was just one word, but I could hear the arousal in his voice. I could hear the way it wavered as he spoke. I rubbed my clit with incredible fury.
“She’s gonna swallow for me, man,” Taylor said. “Fuck, your wife is gonna swallow my cum.”
Andrew actually moaned. He’d been instructed not to masturbate and I heard nothing to indicate he was pleasuring himself, so he moaned because it felt so good to hear Taylor say that and to understand that I was absolutely going to swallow his cum.
Somehow, my pussy got even wetter as Taylor’s cock pumped in and out of my mouth. He worked himself up to a pretty good pace and the blowjob got pretty sloppy as I failed to keep all the saliva in my mouth, but it didn’t matter. We were in a dark car and we were both on a mission to cum and that was all that mattered.
“Fuck, here it comes,” Taylor said. He applied considerable pressure and most of his cock filled my mouth. I gagged just a little when the cum erupted from the tip, but I managed to keep it all in my mouth. Even better, I had a monstrous orgasm right along with him. I moaned around his dick as my legs kicked out and my body shook from the unbelievable pleasure.
When we were finished cumming I pulled my mouth from his cock, kept my lips sealed, and turned towards Andrew. He groaned when I opened my mouth to show him the cum resting on my tongue and then I closed my lips and swallowed Taylor’s seed. An orgasmic look came over Andrew’s face as he watched me swallow, but he wasn’t masturbating. He was just awash in pleasure.
I turned to Taylor, smiled, and said, “Thank you for being willing to do this. I can’t believe how hard I came as you were cumming in my mouth. That was unexpected.”
Andrew groaned again and Taylor returned my smile. “You’re an incredible woman, Lily, and I’m up for any kind of trouble you want to get into.” He surprised me by leaning in for a quick kiss – no tongue, of course – and then said, “Is it safe to assume this is the right time to leave you and your husband to whatever fun you’re about to have?”
I smiled and nodded. “It is,” I said. “I’ll be in touch.”
Taylor pulled his pants up, fastened his belt, and said, “I hope I see you soon.”
He left the car and I turned to Andrew and said, “Join me back here.”
He crawled into the backseat with surprising dexterity and sat right where Taylor had been. I swear I could see his body vibrating with desire, like a tuning fork that only got going after witnessing his wife with another man.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked.
Andrew nodded vigorously and I reached out to unzip his pants and free his stiff cock. It was coated in his precum. He was probably leaking the entire time he watched me suck Taylor’s cock. I stroked him slowly and he closed his eyes and moaned.
“What was your favorite part?” I asked.
“When he came in your mouth,” he answered. “I could see his cock pulsing. It was…I’ve never seen anything like it, Lily.”
I leaned closer, kissed his neck, and whispered, “Are you thinking of it right now?”
“Yes,” Andrew answered.
I kissed his neck and cheek, working my way towards his lips. I didn’t kiss him, though. Instead, I let my lips hover achingly close to his. I wanted to see what Andrew craved. Did he want to kiss me after I’d given head to someone else? Did he want to feel my tongue in his mouth after I’d swallowed someone else’s cum?
As it turned out, that’s exactly what he wanted. Andrew kissed me after just a moment’s hesitation. I parted my lips and offered my tongue and he took it. He moaned as our tongues danced. I stroked his cock faster. I felt him tense up in the way a man sometimes does right before he’s about to cum.
Andrew moaned into my mouth and I felt his cum pour over my fingers. I stroked him right through his orgasm as he thrashed about in the back seat while moaning in a delightful, desperate kind of way.
My fingers and his pants were coated in cum by the time he was finished. I looked down and smiled at the incredible mess he’d made.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.
“I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” he replied.
I kissed him softly and said, “There are plenty more where that came from if you continue to be good for me.”
“I will be,” he said. “I promise, I will be.” This time I believed him.
