Birth of a Hotwife - Part 11

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I know some hotwives have no taste for blowing their husbands once they've found a good bull, but that's not been my experience. I will say, however, that the purpose of a blowjob is different with the two men in my life.

With Cole - my bull - a blowjob is about pleasuring him. It's about showing my appreciation for him. It's not an entirely selfless act - I get quite wet when I'm sucking his cock - but more than anything it's designed to pleasure him, especially the kind of blowjob that ends with him cumming in my mouth. I like to seal my lips tight around his dick, make sure I get every drop of his cum, and then swallow somewhat dramatically so he knows that I've eagerly consumed his seed. Again, I want to show my appreciation and every man likes it when a woman swallows his cum.

With Russell - my husband - a blowjob is about teasing him. It's about driving him wild with desire. It's about getting him close to cumming and then denying him that pleasure. I don't deny him an orgasm entirely, but I do deny him the pleasure of cumming in my mouth. That's because cumming inside me in any way is now the purview of my bull, and my cuckold husband finds great pleasure in that. He finds angst, too - he's like most cuckolds in that way - but that's all part of it.

After Cole and I got tested - and came back clean - he was free to cum inside me, and for about a month after that we fucked constantly. Nearly every day. Before that I'd been somewhat restrained in my pursuit of sexual pleasure with my bull, but I couldn't help it once he started cumming inside me. It felt biological, to be honest, like my body recognized that an incredible man was now giving me his cum and it demanded that I get as much of it as I could. I was on the pill, of course, but the body doesn't know that. It just wants more of that superior seed, and so I had it deep in my pussy damn near every day for a solid month.

It slowed down after that, but the sex remained just as hot. In fact, I'd argue that it got hotter because there was more desire built up between us after a few days without fucking.

The cuckolding also made it way hotter. As it turns out, Cole was way more into cucking my husband than he ever imagined he'd be. At first I think Russell was something of an impediment for Cole. He came around, though, and is now fully on board with the thrill that comes from knowing that he fucks me better than my husband. He really does, too. His body is hotter. His cock is bigger. He's unquestionably more skilled in bed. He really is. I cum harder with him. I cum more often with him. I'm also quite a bit more eager - maybe even desperate - to make Cole cum.

Now, I don't want you thinking that I overlook my husband's pleasure, because I don't. In that first month of unprotected sex, I tended to Russell with great frequency. I liked to mix it up, though.

Sometimes I'd come home, drag him to the bedroom, and masturbate while he watched the cum drip from my pussy. Russell would masturbate, too, and he would dutifully wait for my permission before cumming and when I gave it he'd have these fantastically loud, overpowering orgasms. Sometimes I would straddle Russell with my messy pussy hovering right over his cock. Cole's cum would drip out onto it and I'd make Russell use it as lube to masturbate. He would do so with delight, of course, and he'd always cum hard as he did. Sometimes I would simply curl up next to my husband, take his cock in my hand, and stroke him while whispering into his ear about another man's cum dripping from my pussy, about how good Cole had fucked me, about how I preferred Cole's cock to Russell's, about how Russell might never get to cum inside me again because I'd found a sexually superior man to satisfy me.

It was after the first month of unprotected sex with Cole that I began to pleasure Russell with my mouth more often, hence the opening of this entry.

The first of these teasing blowjobs happened on a Friday night. I'd come home from a date with Cole - we'd fucked at his house - and Russell was in the middle of a movie when I strolled in.

"Would you help me out of my dress?" I asked.

He hopped to his feet to unzip the black dress - with a wondrous plunging neckline - I'd worn for my bull. It fell to the ground, revealing my bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set. I turned to see a look of pure lust on my husband's face. I put my hands on my hips and struck a pose and his eyes wandered over my body like he couldn't quite decide where to focus his attention.

"Cole liked it too," I said. "I kept the whole outfit on while he fucked me. Even the panties. He took me from behind. I rode him. We fucked missionary style. He came inside me three times. My pussy is an absolute mess."

Russell was hard, of course. A good cuckold gets hard when his wife tells him of the sex she had with her bull.

"Why don't you sit on the couch, my love."

Russell smiled and found his way to the couch. He turned off the movie and I sauntered over and crawled into his lap. He ran his hands up my stocking-clad thighs, over my hips, and then cupped my breasts.

"This bra is so sexy," he said. "It feels so soft and your tits...they look perfect."

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. I lured his tongue into my mouth, sucked on it a little, and began to move my hips back and forth over his crotch, luring him into a state of stiffness.

"I want to make you feel good, Russell," I whispered.

We kissed again. This time my tongue invaded his mouth and went deep. He grabbed my ass and I rode him faster, grinding my pussy against his crotch and no doubt leaving a bit of Cole's cum behind. It was leaking out of me, after all, and my panties weren't nearly thick enough to soak it all up.

"I want you in my mouth, baby. I want to suck your cock."

I leaned back and he looked excited, though there was a hint of confusion, too.

"Yes, I said those words to my bull tonight. And I gave him a blowjob, too, before climbing on top and taking him into my cunt. Maybe I'll do that for you, too, though of course you'll have to wear a condom. A cuck doesn't deserve the pleasure of cumming in his wife's pussy. He doesn't deserve to have sex that feels anywhere near as good as it does for my bull."

Russell moaned without being touched. He really was a cuck, and he seemed to become more of one the more I fucked my bull, which was a very good outcome for me.

I climbed off his lap and dropped to my knees. I thought of having done the same thing for Cole that night, though I'll admit that I felt more excitement about doing it for my bull. How could I not, though? My body knew it would soon be receiving a load of a superior man's cum, so of course it provided me with a higher level of excitement.

I did want to please Russell, though. A good hotwife is concerned about her cuck's sexual satisfaction, after all. It's different than a bull's satisfaction, but it still matters. It's still vastly important, in fact.

I freed Russell from his pants and underwear and settled between his legs. He ran his fingers through my hair and I smiled and kissed the head of his stiff cock. I licked it, too, a little like I was licking a lollipop. Then I took him in my mouth. He shuddered and moaned from what I imagine was a fairly intense kind of pleasure.

"Does my mouth feel good?" I asked.

"Fuck yes."

I smiled and sucked him again. "Cole loves my mouth. He says I give the best blowjobs he's ever had. He says my pussy makes him feel better than any woman's ever has, too."

Russell moaned as I rubbed my lips over the underside of his dick.

"I can't tell you how good it makes me feel when he says stuff like that," I added. "I like being a source of such incredible pleasure for him. I like that he's dedicated himself to me, that I'm the only woman he fucks, that I'm the only woman he does on dates with. He could have other women. He could have his personal training clients. Almost any of them would fuck him. He only wants me, though."

I saw the angst on my husband's face and my pussy tingled.

"Are you okay?" I asked playfully. "Does it bother you that my bull likes me so much?"

"It worries me a little."

I took his balls in my mouth and ran my thumb over the underside of his cock head. I couldn't remember the last time I'd sucked his balls. I do it for Cole almost every time I go down on him, but again, that's a gift, that's me showing him how badly I want to please him. It's different with a cuck.

I licked and kissed my way up Russell's shaft and again rubbed my lips over the underside of the head. "Why does it worry you?" I asked.

"Well, what happens when he tells you he loves you? What happens if he asks for more than you're already giving him? What happens if he decides that he wants you all to himself?"

I smiled. "I'm your wife, Russell, and that's not going to change. I could see Cole wanting more of me - and I might give him more of me - but he won't get to have all of me. I don't want that. I want to be a hotwife to a cuckold husband. I want to fuck my bull, let him cum inside me, and then come home to you to give a teasing blowjob, to fuck myself with a toy while you watch, to drip his cum onto your cock while you jerk off with his load."

Before Russell could say anything, I took the whole of his cock into my mouth. It tickled the back of my throat, but he wasn't as long as Cole and it was easy to swallow him.

"Holy shit," he said. "Fuck...fuck...fuck that feels good."

I pulled back before he could get near his orgasm. I stroked his cock, though I kept my hand away from the head.

"It's so much easier to swallow your cock than Cole's," I said.

Russell moaned.

"Though it's not really the size that makes you a cuckold. It's more the demeanor. A bull takes charge in bed. You like being told what to do. Cole moves me into the position he wants me. He takes me. You like the opposite. You like me to make the calls, to choose the position, to take you. You're very feminine in that way."

He opened his mouth and I was sure he was going to object, but nothing came out.

"It's okay," I said. "It makes you a good husband, to be honest, and Cole being the way he is makes him a good bull. I'm lucky in that way. I get to have it all. You don't get to have it all and neither does Cole, though I think you both get to have what you crave most."

I slipped a hand into my panties while sucking my husband's cock. My fingers emerged covered in Cole's cum and I pulled my mouth free and spread the semen over Russell's shaft.

"Cole would never be turned on by having your cum spread over his dick...but you are," I said. "I know you are. I know you like masturbating with it. I know you loved when I would jerk you off with a condom filled with Cole's cum...I know you like jerking off when his load drips out of me and onto your shaft, and I'm pretty sure you're going to enjoy seeing me suck his cum off your dick."

I did just that, wrapping my lips around his shaft, swallowing him whole, and sucking up the cum I'd spread over his stiffness in the process. Russell moaned, though he kept his eyes open this time. He kept them squarely fixed on me as my lips moved slowly up and down his shaft.

"His cum tastes good, you know," I said. "I've swallowed a lot of it since Cole started fucking me so maybe I'm just used to it, but I like it. It tastes better than yours, actually."

Russell groaned, though I don't know if he was jealous or turned on. I put my hand back in my panties to collect more cum. This time, though, I didn't spread it over his cock. Instead, I popped one finger into my mouth and sucked it clean. Then, I smiled and offered Russell the other finger.

He stared at it. There wasn't much cum on it and it wasn't anywhere near as thick as when it had freshly departed Cole's cock, but it was still another man's cum and I had no expectation that he'd eat it.

"I can't," he said.

"But it tastes so good," I replied softly before kissing the head of his cock. "And it's something a cuck would do."

"Is it?"

I didn't really know if that was true, but I found myself increasingly excited at the idea of Russell tasting some of Cole's cum, in part because I was pretty sure that Cole would get turned on when I told him about it.

"Of course it is. A cuck should absolutely be willing to taste a superior man's cum."

Russell groaned. "Is he...is Cole really superior to me?"

"When it comes to making your wife cum? Yes, he absolutely is. That's why he's my bull. That's why you're my cuck. That's why he gets to cum in my pussy and my mouth and you get to cum in your hand or in a condom. He is a sexually superior man, Russell."

His cock got harder. I could see it. I licked the head. I kissed it. I ran my lips over it. I know he liked how it looked, too, because he had this gleeful smile on his face as he watched.

"Taste his cum, cuck," I said. I wanted it at that point. I'd actually gotten pretty turned on thinking about him doing it.

Russell went for it. He took my finger into his mouth. He sucked the cum off of it. The taste was unpleasant, but there was very little cum so it's not like he recoiled in horror.

"Fuck...that made me wet," I said.

"Really?"

I nodded and took him in my mouth.

"I'll taste more."

I had him hooked. Not on cum, of course, but on pleasing me, on arousing me. He's a good cuck, after all, and the core thing that all good cucks share in common is a desire for their wives to experience blissful pleasure.

I plunged three fingers into my pussy and presented them. There was more cum this time. A lot more, which is why he hesitated. I took him in my mouth, though, and sucked hard on the head of his cock. A moment later my fingers were in his mouth. He sucked voraciously.

"I want you to cum while you're tasting his load," I said as a wild surge of arousal worked its way through my body. "I want you to fucking lick it out of my panties while you cum."

I stood up and took off my panties. I handed them to him. I got on my knees and took his cock in my hand. I stroked him with a tight grip.

"Do it," I said. "Lick his cum from my panties like a good cuck."

I was feverish with arousal and I'm pretty sure Russell could see it. Either that or he was feverish, too, because he licked the gusset of my panties and absolutely bathed his tongue in Cole's cum.

I tightened my grip and stroked him faster. I watched his face. I saw the pleasure. I saw my husband on the verge of an orgasm with my bull's cum on his tongue. I masturbated with my free hand.

We came together. Russell's cum rocketed into the air - is height a signifier of pleasure? - and I closed my eyes as I felt an intense kind of pleasure work its way through me. My toes curled into the carpet beneath them and I gently bit down on his leg right above the knee for reasons I can't explain. It was all very hot, though, and I had a big smile on my face when I looked up.

"Cum tastes awful," he said.

I took my panties from him and licked the gusset. "Not to me...and it won't stay awful to you, I promise. You'll come to love it just like I have."

He didn't say a word, probably because he'd just had an orgasm and had no interest in eating cum. That was too bad, though, because I'd gotten off on it and I'd become a hotwife that very much wanted to see her cuck eat my bull's cum.