Becca Bellamy
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The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 11
🕑 Added 2021-10-05 05:55:27 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
At some point – it was many months into our journey – Savannah and I decided it was time for our cuckolds to spend a little time together. Aaron and Gary – the out of town friends that Savannah and I had a foursome with – were returning to town on business and we were going to see them again (as if there was any chance I’d pass up on another evening of fun like the one we’d all had together). That struck both of us as the perfect time for our husbands to get together as cuckolds for the first time.
They’d met before, of course. They’d spent time together at backyard barbecues and holiday parties, but we hadn’t all come together in the spirit of the sexual lifestyle that had come to define our marriages and it was high time to rectify that.
It was Savannah’s suggestion that the cuckolds go lingerie shopping together. She thought it would be a good way for them to get over whatever awkwardness there might be – and I suspect there were moments where the whole thing was quite awkward for them – and accept the fact that based on their shared sexual fetish they should become the best of friends.
The plan was that Savannah and I would be together as we got ready for our evening, and that our cuckolds would be there too. We decided we’d treat our husbands to a great deal of teasing fun before leaving them for the night, and that it would begin with modeling the lingerie they’d bought for us.
“Welcome home, boys,” Savannah said as Andrew and Jeff stepped into the living room, each holding a bag from the lingerie shop in his hand.
“Was your trip a success?” I asked.
They looked at each other and smiled before turning back to us and nodding. “It was a little strange at first,” Jeff said. “I mean, we know each other so it’s not like it was our first time meeting, but this was different.”
“Oh, I can imagine,” Savannah said with a devilish smile on her face.
I couldn’t help but smile along with her. I was fascinated with the idea of my cuckold husband spending a few hours with another man in his position. Had Andrew shared the tale of tasting Taylor’s cum and jerking off into his condom? Had they talked about their mutual love of watching another man fuck their wife? Had they discussed their kinkiest fantasies? Probably not that last part, but based on the looks on their faces, I judged that they’d likely both gotten quite worked up thinking about the naughty things their wives were planning on getting up to that night.
“I’m glad we did it,” Andrew said. “It’s actually really nice to talk to another guy like me. I know there’s lots of guys online, but they all seem like such freaks. This was different. It felt good to not feel like a total weirdo for having this fantasy.”
Jeff nodded in agreement and I couldn’t help but feel like it was, well, really sweet to see them bonding over their shared kink. I turned and smiled at Savannah and she reached out and squeezed my hand as we silently acknowledged just how good a thing it was that we’d met that night at the bar.
“Did you boys enjoy shopping for your wives?” Savannah asked. “Did it thrill you both to be buying lingerie that other men are going to fuck us in?”
I watched their faces as Savannah asked her question and it was as if a shared arousal grew in them as the naughty words left her lips. It made it seem like sending them off together to buy lingerie was a truly brilliant idea, as it might have helped them both further embrace their fantasy and feel a little bit safer in doing so.
“I can’t speak for Andrew,” Jeff said, “but I loved it. Again, it was a little bit strange at first, but I think I actually liked it more because we were doing it together. I don’t really know how to explain it, but there was something about it that made it feel more potent.”
I could see that a little bit of a bulge had formed in Andrew’s pants. It seemed that he quite liked the idea that the lingerie he’d bought would be used to arouse another man.
“Andrew, did you like it more because you were there with your cuckold friend?” I asked.
Andrew nodded. “Is that weird? Is this all really fucking weird?”
I’m not sure my husband has ever seemed more insecure than in that moment. Not in a bad way, though. He was grappling with the same thing all cuckolds grapple with, which is the perfectly understandable sense of insecurity that crops up when you realize that your fantasy runs in the opposite direction of what’s expected of men. After all, what kind of man actually wants his wife to fuck other people? What kind of man is turned on at the idea that someone else is far better than him at satisfying her?
That sort of insecurity can’t be allowed to fester, though. That’s where a cuckold marriage goes off the rails. So I glanced at Savannah, stood, and approached my husband.
“None of this is weird,” I said as I reached up and gently caressed his face. “This is beautiful. All of this beautiful. The truth is, Savannah and I are going to have great sex tonight. We’re going to have multiple body-shaking orgasms. We’re going to have the kind of sexual experience that leaves a person brimming with complete and utter bliss. We couldn’t have that experience if we stayed home with our husbands. You’re not capable of giving us that. Thankfully, you’re eager to let us explore our desires with other men. You’re eager to buy lingerie for us so we’ll look beautiful for those other men. You’re eager for us to come home and tell you all about how good those other men were at making us cum. That’s not weird. That’s beautiful. In our marriages, that’s what it means to be a good husband.”
“She’s right,” Savannah said as she approached her husband. “Both of you should be proud of what you are, because your desire to be cuckolded means that Lily and I are going to be far happier than most married women our age. I think you’d both be willing to admit that you’re happier than most married men your age, too. I’m certain your friends complain about the lack of sex in their lives, about how often they have to masturbate because their wives just aren’t interested. Your wives might not fuck you as much as a typical man would desire, but I think we all understand that you two have better orgasms than almost any of your friends, don’t we?”
Andrew and Jeff nodded simultaneously.
“Why don’t you two have a drink while Savannah and I try on the lingerie you bought for us? We’ll come out and put on a little show for you. How does that sound?” I asked.
“That sounds amazing,” Andrew said.
Savannah plucked the lingerie bag from her husband’s hand and said, “Good. We’ll be back soon.”
I took the bag from Andrew and followed Savannah to the expansive bedroom she and Jeff shared.
“I’m impressed,” she said while setting her bag down on the bed.
“With what?” I asked as I did the same and reached inside to pull out the lingerie my husband had selected.
“How you handled that,” Savannah answered. “You saw the insecurity before I did. I obviously don’t know any other women in relationships like ours, but I imagine that mishandling that insecurity is a really good way of ruining the good thing we have going here.”
“I think it’s the insecurity that ruined it the first time I cuckolded Andrew,” I noted as I pulled out a lovely pink lace bodysuit. “He came and the moment he had his orgasm he was overcome with insecurity as he watched another man fuck me. We’ve talked about it, actually, and he said it was the look on my face that he couldn’t deal with. It was the pleasure. That was the thing that turned him on, but the moment he’d cum it was also the thing that exploded his insecurity and made it so he couldn’t contain himself. Honestly, I regret that I just gave up on cuckolding him. I think of all the fun I’ve been having since I met you and I realize that I could have been having that kind of fun for years. I could have had a vibrant, wonderful, beautiful sex life while staying married to a wonderful man and I regret fucking that up. So, this time around, I’m paying much closer attention to Andrew, because I’ve come to understand that his perfectly understandable insecurity can be potent enough to ruin this whole thing.”
Savannah reached out and took my hand. Her touch was surprisingly tender and I thought back to when we’d had a little bit of naughty fun together by the pool. “I know I was cuckolding Jeff long before I met you, but my marriage – and my life, really – has gotten better since I met you, Lily. I’m so glad to be your friend.”
“I feel the same way,” I said. I was actually on the verge of getting a little bit choked up, but I fought it off in favor of offering a smile before turning back to the lingerie now resting on her bed. “What do you say we put on a little show for our cuckolds? I like the idea of getting them both worked up before we leave for our dirty little double date.”
“I’m with you on that,” Savannah said. “Let’s see which pieces we like best.”
I put on the pink lace bodysuit first. It fit exceptionally well, but the color wasn’t quite what I wanted it to be. I think maybe pink just isn’t for me. “I’m not loving this,” I said as I surveyed my body in the mirror.
Savannah gave me a once over and said, “You have a great body and you look good in that, but the color isn’t right.”
I turned to see her in a bra, panty, and garter belt set in a deep navy blue color. The bra was a little bit sheer, which highlighted her nipples, and when paired with stockings and heels there was no question in my mind that Gary would be all over her the moment he saw the lingerie.
“That’s really working for you,” I said. “You know what, I think Andrew picked out something like that for me. Let me try it on.”
Andrew had picked out the same lingerie set for me, only in red. I put it on and Savannah and I stood next to each other in front of the mirror. We looked good. Really good, in fact, and we weren’t even in stockings and heels. There was no question in my mind we’d already found what we’d be wearing for the naughty part of our evening with Gary and Aaron.
“Our cuckolds made very good choices, didn’t they?” Savannah asked as she reached up and gently ran her fingers down my back. She leaned closer and I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin before she gently kissed my neck and grabbed a handful of my ass and gave it a soft squeeze.
“They made perfect choices,” I said as a delightful tingling sensation spread from my loins. Savannah’s kiss and gentle touch certainly contributed, but it was the combination of her touch and the thoughts of the pleasures our evening held that really got me going.
Savannah moved behind me and kissed my neck again. Her hands moved up my torso and she grasped my breasts through the thin lace of the bra. Her fingers found my nipples and she tweaked them ever so slightly, sending beautiful pulses of pleasure from my breasts to my pussy.
“Gary mentioned that he and Aaron both really liked the way you and I fooled around a little the last time we were on a double date with them,” Savannah said softly. “I know they’re hoping we’ll do it again. Do you think you’ll be in the mood for that?”
I nodded. I felt like putty in her hands in that moment. There was something about the confidence in her touch and my continued thoughts about our date that had me eager to be on the receiving end of Savannah’s affection.
When she stepped away, I actually felt a little disappointed. It’s not like I wanted to fuck her, but her touch was simultaneously arousing and relaxing and it was nice to spend a little bit of time in that space.
“I think we should let the boys see what we’re going to wear tonight, don’t you?” Savannah asked.
“I agree,” I replied. “Let’s put on our stockings and heels so they get the full effect.”
“I like the way you think,” Savannah said before unleashing a devilish smile.
We put on our stockings and stepped into our heels, gave each other a cursory check to make sure nothing was out of place, and then headed for the living room. As we approached, Savannah took my hand. We walked in lock step, with each of us putting an exaggerated sway in our hips. It felt like the same thing we’d be doing later that night, only there was no chance of our cuckolds fucking us. They were simply going to be teased.
“Holy shit,” Jeff said as we stepped into the living room.
“Wow,” Andrew replied as his eyes roamed up and down my body before he took a long look at Savannah.
“You boys did a wonderful job,” Savannah said as we stopped in the middle of the living room. “Our dates are going to love the lingerie you picked out.”
“They certainly are,” I added. “Aaron’s going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of me when he seems in this sexy little outfit you bought for me, sweetie. He’s not going to be able to contain his lust. He’ll see me and feel a deep need to fuck me. Luckily for him, that’s exactly what I want. It’s what I need, in fact. I want him to unleash his lust as he takes me for his pleasure. I want him to fuck me so much harder than my cuckold husband fucks me. I want him to enjoy my body just as I’m going to enjoy his.”
Savannah leaned closer and kissed my neck. I heard Andrew and Jeff groan. They were men, so of course they groaned at the sight of two beautiful women indulging in a touch of lesbian foreplay.
“You know, our dates love the idea of seeing two beautiful women kiss,” Savannah said. “Most men do, I suppose. You know what they really love, though?” She paused for a moment before saying, “They love that Lily and I are eager to kiss for them. They love that we’re so eager to please them that we’ll happily kiss and caress each other.”
Savannah slipped her fingers into one of my bra cups and played with my nipple, eliciting a genuine moan as she expertly stimulated my sensitive flesh.
“Does it turn you on to see me play with your wife’s tits, Andrew?” Savannah asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Savannah kissed my neck and I closed my eyes and moaned. “Does it turn you on to see me kiss her neck?” she asked.
“Yes,” Andrew said.
“And how about you, Jeff?” I asked. “Would it turn you on to see me kiss your wife?”
Jeff seemed unable to utter a single word. Instead, he nodded vigorously. I smiled and turned to Savannah. Our lips met for a tender kiss with just a little bit of tongue. We weren’t going to go over the top in teasing our husbands, for that kind of visual pleasure was meant for our dates.
“Come here, cuckolds,” Savannah said as she pointed to the floor in front of us.
Jeff and Andrew rushed off the couch and dropped to their knees in front of us. I couldn’t help but smile at their mutual eagerness.
“I see that both of you are stiff,” Savannah noted. “Is that because you’re thinking about Lily and me kissing, touching, and even licking each other lustily while our dates watch? Are you thinking about our dates getting hard for us? Are you thinking about how hard they’re going to fuck us after we’ve gotten them all hot and bothered?”
Jeff and Andrew nodded vigorously.
I stepped closer to Andrew and he looked up at me with an unmistakable sense of cuckold-fueled lust in his eyes. I reached out and caressed his face as I said, “Tonight, I’ll be on my knees after Savannah and I fool around. I’ll go to my date and I’ll get on my knees in front of him. I’ll take out his big, beautiful cock and I’ll wrap my lips around it. I’ll suck his cock until he’s out of his mind with desire for my pussy.”
“We’ll both do that,” Savannah said as she approached her husband. “You two are on your knees right now – which is exactly where you belong – but we’ll be on our knees later tonight because we’ll be on a date with men that deserve to have their cocks sucked by two lingerie-clad beauties. They deserve it because they fuck us better than you do. They make us cum harder than you do. They offer us the kind of satisfaction we crave, the kind that our cuckold husbands can’t provide.”
Savannah and I had lured both of our cuckolds into a state of hypnotic desire. It was a perfect way to start what promised to be an exceptionally pleasurable evening, and I felt like they both deserved a little something in return for being such good boys.
“Should we give them a taste?” I asked as I pulled my panties aside.
“Would you like that, boys? Would you like to taste your wives before we offer our bodies to our dates?” Savannah asked as she looked down at Jeff and Andrew.
“Yes, please,” Andrew said. Jeff quickly echoed the sentiment.
Savannah pulled her panties aside and we both reached out, put a hand on the back of our cuckold’s head, and guided him to the pussy he wouldn’t be fucking that night.
“Mmm, what a perfect way to start our night,” I said as Andrew’s tongue did wonderful things to my clit. I looked down to see him worshiping with such glee and when he reached up and grabbed my ass I happily moaned.
“Perhaps we should meet up again tomorrow morning,” Savannah suggested. “We’re both going to spend the night in bed with another man. We’re both going to get fucked again in the morning. Perhaps our cuckolds would enjoy spending their Sunday morning worshiping their wives together.”
“I can’t think of anything better,” I said as all sorts of naughty ideas for how to tease our cuckolds popped into my head. “We should absolutely do that.”
Neither of us gave our cuckold a chance to reply. We kept our hands on the backs of their heads and they continued to worship the pussies they wouldn’t be fucking that night, or the next morning, for that matter.
“This is going to be an incredible night,” Savannah said.
I smiled and said, “It certainly is.” A moment later I leaned over and kissed my friend as our cuckolds tended to our enflamed, wet pussies with their talented tongues. It was just the beginning of an exceptionally memorable night. I’ll tell you all about it next time.
