Long Distance Cuckolding - A Diary - Part 25

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It probably won't surprise you to hear that Piper spent a great deal of time with Cal when she was striving to get pregnant.

She was at his place several nights a week and he'd come to our home once or twice a week. In part it was because she wanted to give herself the best chance at getting pregnant, but that wasn't all of it.

Piper had confessed to me that as soon as we'd made the decision that Cal would be the father of her baby she felt a strong pull to be with him. She wanted to be close to him, to spend time with him, and, of course, to have as much sex with him as possible.

I'm more than willing to admit that I struggled during that period. To be frank, I felt like I was losing my wife, like my desire to be cuckolded had led us down a hugely destructive path that would end with Piper leaving me and moving in with Cal to raise a family with him.

Piper wasn't blind to my needs, though. I got to watch with great frequency and of course I was permitted to help. When I watched, we developed something of a ritual. I would undress Piper. I would arouse her with my mouth, leaving her wet and eager for Cal's cock. Then I would arouse him. They'd kiss and touch each other while I took him in my mouth and sucked his cock until he was hard and slick with my saliva. Then I'd guide him into my wife's pussy and watch as he tried to impregnate her. Most of the time I would clean Cal's cock with my mouth when they were finished. I would not be permitted to clean her pussy, of course, as Piper wanted to keep every drop of Cal's cum inside her.

Watching them make love was almost always a source of overwhelming arousal and pleasure for me. Piper was engaging in the ultimate form of cuckolding as she urged another man to get her pregnant while I watched. I suppose we were both engaging in that act of cuckolding. It's not like I'd been forced into the situation. I'd gone into it with arms wide open. Each and every time I watched I was fully erect and my body was flooded with arousal. I wanted it to happen. I craved it.

I still made love to Piper during this time. I had to use a condom, of course, but she still welcomed me inside her. It happened more at first. The frequency slowed, though. I still came as often, but instead of during sex it would be during a handjob or via masturbation.

Looking back, the timing of the decline makes sense, as it began as soon as Piper got pregnant. She didn't know she was pregnant, but her body seemed to know and it seemed to be telling her that she wasn't quite as interested in having sex with me.

It probably won't surprise you to hear that I wasn't entirely disappointed by the decrease in the frequency of sex between Piper and me. I'm a cuckold, after all, so I found pleasure in the fact that she and her boyfriend were making love a great deal more often than she and I were.

Then we found out that Piper was pregnant. She told me first. She was overjoyed. I was too. We hugged tightly. We kissed deeply. I got hard. I'm pretty sure Piper was turned on, too, because she was the one to drag me into the bedroom. She pulled my clothes off. I did the same for her. We made love. It was slow and soft and beautiful and it ended with us cumming together.

"Clean me," Piper whispered.

I pulled out and kissed my way down her body. She spread her legs. I took my place between them. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and cleaned my cum out of her as she picked up her phone and called Cal. She informed him she was pregnant with his baby. She told me she'd never been so happy, so excited, so utterly joyful. She made plans to see him that night.

We showered together. Piper asked if I wanted to dress her for her night of celebration with Cal. I gleefully accepted. I picked out a delicate light pink bra and panty set. I picked out a beautiful dress. I put every stitch of clothing on her while she smiled and told me how happy she was that I was so supportive of her getting pregnant with Cal's baby. She didn't have to say anything, though, as I could feel the happiness emanating off of her.

She gave me a kiss, told me she was going to spend the night at Cal's, and left for the city. I didn't hear from her until she was on her way home the next morning.

We kissed in the foyer. She smelled a little bit like him, which I always enjoyed. She led me to the bedroom and I undressed her until she stood naked in front of me. I moved to get naked but Piper stopped me and carefully removed my clothing, showering my body in kisses as she did so.

We crawled into bed together. I tried to get on top of her, but she directed me to my back and laid next to me with her body pressed against mine. We kissed as her hand moved over my chest, my stomach, and my crotch. She lured me to an erect state with a slow handjob and lots of tender kissing and soon my body was flooded with desire.

"Have you noticed that we've been having less sex?" Piper asked softly.

"Yes," I admitted.

"You haven't said anything."

I looked at her and smiled. "I know. It just...it doesn't bother me. There's a part of me - the cuckold part, I guess - that likes it, that feels like it makes sense for us to have less sex now that you're...well, now that you're pregnant with Cal's baby. I can't really explain it, but it's weirdly satisfying to have less sex."

"Do you still love me now that I'm pregnant?"

I was stunned by the question. "What? Seriously? Piper, of course I still love you. I love you more than I ever have. You're perfect in every way. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you raising our family and doing whatever I can to make you happy."

Her eyes welled up and I was, for a moment at least, utterly confused.

"I guess it will sound stupid to you, but I was worried," she said. "Worried that you'd feel differently, that some sort of instinctual thing would kick in and you'd abandon me once you knew I was carrying another man's baby."

I turned towards Piper and caressed her face. Her eyes were still full of worry and it was entirely needless.

"I can understand your fear," I said. "I really can. Most men would probably react like you were afraid I'd react, but it's also pretty clear that I'm not most men, and I'm not embarrassed about that."

"You shouldn't be. You make me so happy, Joel."

I kissed her. It was a warm, soft, lingering kiss and I felt closer to her when it was over. I wanted to make love to her, but I didn't get the sense that Piper was interested, so I made no move to take things further.

"Did you have a good night with Cal?" I asked.

She nodded. "It was perfect. We made love. He held me in his arms. We made love again. I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up in his arms. We made love again."

I felt a fairly potent form of jealousy in that moment, but that was part of being a cuckold, so I didn't shy away from it. I embraced it. I let it flow through me. I let it become a source of arousal.

"Sometimes it feels so strange to be in love with two men," she said. "It's beautiful and not something I thought I was capable of, but there are times when it's unquestionably strange."

I laughed softly. "Yeah, I believe that. Is it...the love you feel, is it different for each of us?"

She nodded. "It's hard to explain, but yes. My love for you feels deeper, more foundational. The kind of thing I don't ever want to let go because my entire life is built on it. My love for Cal is...well, I suppose it's that fresh kind of love, the sort that is always on my mind, that drives desire, that seems to inspire hormonal releases that make me want to spend as much time in his arms as possible."

"And perhaps spend as much time with him inside you as possible?"

Piper smiled sweetly. "That too." Her face turned serious for a moment before she asked, "You really don't mind that we have less sex than we used to? That I have a lot more sex with Cal than I do with you?"

I shook my head. "I...in a way, I like it. It makes me feel more like a cuckold, and maybe that's not something I should openly admit, but I really like feeling like a cuckold. It gives me this ever present sense of desire and of a strange kind of satisfaction."

She kissed me softly. "So would it be okay if...if for a little while we didn't have much sex at all?"

"Yes," I answered. "Is that...is that something you feel like you need?"

Piper nodded. "I can't explain it, but I think it has to do with the pregnancy. I just...it's not that I don't want you or that I don't enjoy having sex with you. I enjoyed it last night. I came hard. It's just that...I don't know, there's some part of me that rejects the idea of sex with you, that feels a little bit off when we're in the midst of it, like my body is saying that the father of my baby is the only one I should be having sex with."

It was embarrassing, but I'd gotten hard. I tried to shift my hips so Piper wouldn't feel my erection pressing into her thigh, but I didn't do so quickly enough. Her fingers found their way around my shaft and she stroked me while studying my face.

"Cal wants to spend more time here," she said. "He wants to spend more nights in our bed."

I got harder in her hand.

"He didn't come right out and say it, but I think he likes when all three of us are together. I think he likes the interplay. I think he likes putting his arm around me and holding me close while my husband sits just a few feet away. I think he likes making love to me while you watch. I think he likes how you eagerly clean his cock afterwards. I know he likes it when you clean his cum out of me, which you can start doing again."

Cal was, in many ways, my counterpart. He was more than a bull, but he fit that mold. He liked being with a married woman. He liked that I was an active participant in my cuckolding, that I showed my deference to Cal in numerous ways, including servicing him in a sexual manner. I don't think of myself as an inferior man, but I'd certainly taken on the subservient role, especially in a sexual context.

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Yes," Piper admitted. "I'd like it very much if Cal spent more time here, more time in our home, in our bed."

"Then that's what I want, and I'll do everything I can to make sure Cal feels welcome."

Piper rewarded me with a long, deep kiss. "Would you like to cum on my breasts?" she asked.

"I would."

She had me straddle her stomach and then she jerked me off onto her tits. It felt spectacularly good, but I'll admit that the power of the orgasm was at least in part due to my mind racing with thoughts of Cal spending more time in our home, more time as Piper's boyfriend, more time as a part of our lives.

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Things have changed in the handful of months since Piper found out she was pregnant. She's showing now. It's exquisite. She looks so beautiful and she's one of those women that absolutely adores being pregnant. In fact, she adores it so much she's already talking about having a bigger family.

Cal typically spends two or three nights a week at our house. He's able to work remotely on some days, so there are times when he's in our house all day. In truth, it's become his home just as much as ours. He's welcome to come over whenever he wants, and when he's here, Piper is effectively his. I don't know if it's the pregnancy or if because Cal is a bull to my cuckold, but Piper is drawn to him when he's at our home. She wants to be with him, to be held by him, to make love to him.

I still spend nights in the master bedroom with Piper, but I've moved my stuff to the spare room. Or what was the spare room. Now it's my room, really. I did so because we've all agreed that Cal is now a permanent fixture in our lives and it didn't make any sense of him to be bringing a suitcase every time he wanted to come see us.

When Cal is here I play the part of the cuckold and I thoroughly enjoy it. I tend to show deference to both of them. It's often simple stuff like offering to refill their drinks or make them a snack when they're watching a movie together. I serve them sexually, too, just as I've done for quite some time now. I've gotten very good at giving blowjobs, to the point that there have been a few times where Cal asked me to suck him off because Piper wasn't feeling good and wasn't up for sex. Before this started, I never would have believed you if you'd told me that I'd give a man a blowjob to completion, and yet I've done it half a dozen times now and I suspect I'll do it more in the future, too.

Things are going to keep changing, too. There's been talk of buying a piece of property nearby and building a house from the ground up. A house where we could all live. A house where we could raise a large family together. I'm not sure if that will happen, but no one has raised an objection yet and I feel like there's a pretty good chance that's where this is all going to end up.

I think it's what I want. Sometimes it's hard to know. The pleasure of being cuckolded clouds things. It's so overwhelming that sometimes I wonder if it's leading to bad decisions.

Still, Piper's love for me is rock solid. She's not distant. She's not gotten cold. She's never looked down on me. She tells me she loves me constantly and does so with Cal around. I feel that love, too, and it's the thing that makes all of this work.

I would never have guessed this was where things would end up. The crazy thing is, though, that I'm blissfully happy. Happier than I've ever been. I think the same is true for Piper and Cal, too. This works for us. This unusual trio works perfectly for us.

I want it to continue. I want to become a better cuckold for my wife and her boyfriend. I want us all to be as happy as we can be for as long as possible. This isn't where I imagined things going when Piper first left for San Francisco, but I'm so happy this is where we've ended up and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.

The End.