Long Distance Cuckolding - Part 20

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 So, Cal came to visit. He flew into Boston and Piper went alone to pick him up. I waited back at the house.

I saw them pull into the driveway. I saw that he was in the driver's seat. I knew that meant she'd given her boyfriend a blowjob on the drive home. At least, I suspected as much.

There were no outward signs of affection as they got out of the car, but that was for the best. It was after dark, but we have neighbors and some of them are friends and I imagine Piper thought it didn't seem worth the risk of letting the neighborhood know that our marriage is different than most.

I greeted Cal with a handshake and he set his bag down as Piper came into the house right after him. She closed the door and stepped closer to her boyfriend, who put his arm around her. She looked up at him and they shared a kiss just like they were a perfectly normal couple.

I'll admit that it was a bit strange to see my wife kissing another man in our house. It was also fairly exciting, though, especially since I'd been in a state of excitement just thinking about how the long weekend was going to unfold. There was also the added thrill of having guessed that Piper had given Cal a blowjob while he drove to our house.

It was a little past 10 p.m. at that point, but Piper suggested we open a bottle of wine. We all agreed and she poured everyone a glass. She and Cal sat on the big couch and she cuddled up with him almost immediately. She looked so beautiful in jeans and a light sweater and they looked very much like a real couple on the couch. I sat on the loveseat opposite the couch and I couldn't keep my eyes off of them.

It turned out to be the little things I found so thrilling that night. There were little jokes only the two of them understood. There were shared memories of their time in San Francisco. There was the way Piper touched his leg and the way he brushed her hair out of her eyes. There were the small kisses, some on the lips and some just Piper kissing her boyfriend on the cheek because she was just so happy to see him.

We talked like normal people talk. It wasn't a deep conversation, but it was beyond small talk. In some ways I felt like I was the friend that had been invited over to a couple's house to spend a little time with them as we all enjoyed a glass of wine. It was oddly enthralling, though. I liked that feeling, in part because I knew it was temporary. It was something I could indulge in while knowing that it would come to an end when Cal flew home on Tuesday morning.

Eventually our wine glasses were empty and the conversation had wound its way to a natural end.

"What do you say we go to bed?" Piper asked her boyfriend with a smile.

Cal seemed a little surprised, though he had no reason to suspect that he'd get to spend the night with Piper. She and I had talked about it, though, and she'd expressed a desire to have him spend the night in our bed. The fact that I'd gotten really turned on at the suggestion only solidified her desire for it.

"I'd like you to spend the night with me," she said. "Assuming you're okay with that."

Cal looked at me and then back at Piper. "In your bed?"

She nodded and kissed him. This wasn't a cute, soft, couple kiss, though. It was a deep and romantic kiss. It was a kiss designed to inspire arousal and the fact that she started stroking his cock through his jeans made it perfectly clear that she intended on having Cal fuck her in our bed.

"Yes, in our bed," she whispered.

"I'm definitely okay with that," he answered.

Piper kissed him again - this time it was quicker - and then stood and said, "Grab your suitcase. I'll take you to our room."

Cal glanced at me and I smiled. He followed Piper and grabbed his suitcase. They headed upstairs while I grabbed the wine glasses and cleaned up in the kitchen. Not long after, I heard the shower come on.

I'd just finished cleaning the glasses when Piper stepped into the kitchen. She was still in her sweater, but her legs were bare and she wore only a delicate pair of lace panties.

"Are you sure you're okay with Cal sleeping in our bed?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

She stepped closer, smiled, and caressed my cock. It took almost no time to get me hard. "And you're okay with my boyfriend fucking me in our bed? With the two of us having sex and perhaps having sex more than once in the bed that you and I share?"

"You know I want that," I said.

She kissed my neck. "I just wanted to make sure. You deserve to say no if you've changed your mind, but once I go upstairs and get in the shower with Cal, I won't be able to stop myself. I'll have to have him. I'll have to have him in our bed."

I kissed her. I grabbed her ass and she stood on her toes and pressed her body against mine. Her tongue explored my mouth eagerly and I slipped a hand into her panties and fingered her, eliciting a series of moans that made my dick throb with desire.

"He's going to cum inside me," she said as my fingers worked her pussy. "Do you want me to come see you after? Do you want me to come to the guest room and let you clean me?"

"Please," I said.

"You won't be able to fuck me, though. You'll just be able to clean me."

She didn't elaborate further, but it seemed that she was choosing to have Cal be the only man to fuck her that night. I was, unsurprisingly, hugely turned on by that.

"I would love to clean you," I said. "So if you can, please come see me after you've fucked, after he's fucked you in our bed, after he's cum inside you in our bed."

"I love you, Joel."

"I love you too, Piper."

She stepped back, smiled, and said, "I'm going to go shower with the other man I love. I'm going to have sex with him in the bed I share with you. I'm going to make him cum inside me. Then I'm going to come see you, baby. I'm going to come see you so you can clean his cum out of me."

She walked away and I stood there with my dick throbbing. Holy shit. What a thing to hear your wife say. My cuckolding had reached new heights. My wife was going to have sex with another man in our bed. With a man she was in love with. She was going to feed me that man's cum while forbidding me from fucking her. I mean, holy shit.

I stayed downstairs - cleaning, closing up the house, that sort of thing - for another fifteen minutes before making my way upstairs and to the guest bedroom.

The shower had since stopped, but I didn't hear much of anything as I walked by the door to the master bedroom - which was shut - and went a little further down the hallway and into the rarely used guest room.

I left the door open as I pulled back the sheets, took off everything but my boxers, and climbed into the bed. I grabbed my phone and was ready to kill time when I heard a moan.

It was a deep moan. It was Cal. He said something, but it was too low and muffled by the door for me to hear. Piper didn't say anything in return and Cal kept on moaning. I assumed she was giving him a blowjob.

I pictured her naked with damp hair. I pictured him in our bed. On my side of the bed, actually. I pictured him sitting propped up against my pillows. I saw Piper between his legs with her fingers and lips wrapped around his cock. I saw her head and hand moving up and down as she pleasured him while he wore the biggest smile a man has ever worn. He was getting his dick sucked by my wife in the bed she normally shares with me, so of course he was smiling in my imagination.

I listened and I masturbated. I kept my strokes nice and slow because I didn't want to cum, but it felt really fucking good. It was an entirely different experience for the sex to be unfolding in our house. I thought of how it would so easy to just close my eyes and imagine that my wife and her boyfriend had fucked in the bed we sleep in. It would forever allow for easy access to overwhelming arousal, and wouldn't that just be amazing.

It wasn't long before the sounds of sex began. Piper moaned. Cal moaned. The bed creaked a little, too, and I imagined him fucking her rather hard as they surrendered to their intense lust for each other, lust that had built up over the course of the weeks since they'd seen each other.

Unsurprisingly, they didn't fuck for a terribly long time. A little more than five minutes. Piper managed to cum twice, though, and there's something so hot about listening to your wife cum on another man's cock while she's in your bed. It was hot enough for me that I actually refrained from masturbating as it happened because I didn't want to cum.

The second time she came, Cal came with her. Of course I pictured him cumming inside her. She'd said something right before - it was muffled just like when he'd talked - but I imagined her urging her boyfriend to cum inside her. Maybe she even urged him to do so in the bed she shared with her husband. That would have played into how much Cal loved that his girlfriend was married and that he sometimes fucked her better than I did.

The door to the bedroom opened soon after they both came. I heard it shut just a moment later and looked towards the door to the guest room. I didn't bother putting my cock away. I wanted Piper to see that I'd been masturbating.

She stepped into the doorway and stopped. She was wearing a pair of panties. My favorite pair of her panties, actually. They were black bikini cut underwear and they were entirely sheer except for the elastic trim. I stared. I could see her pussy. I could also see that some of her boyfriend's cum had already leaked out of her, that it was pooling in the panties and against her pussy. It looked astoundingly hot.

"I take it you enjoyed listening?" she asked with a smile.

I nodded and Piper stepped into the room. I actually felt my pulse quicken a bit as she approached. I couldn't do anything other than stare between her legs.

"You really like cleaning my pussy, don't you?"

She stopped at the edge of the bed and I looked up at her to say, "I hope that's okay. I know it's a little weird."

She leaned over and kissed me. "It's not weird, Joel. It's wonderful. It turns you on. It excites you, which means it excites me too. I thought about you as Cal came inside me. I thought about how much you were going to enjoy getting to clean my pussy again. It's been so long since you had that pleasure."

It had been months and I'll admit that I was overwhelmingly excited about getting to do it again.

"Would you like it if I sat on your face?" she asked.

"Holy shit, yes."

Piper pulled the pillow out from behind my head and I scooted forwards a little and laid back. She straddled me and crawled forward until her pussy - which was still clad in her panties - rested over my face. Honestly, the sheer panties were genius. I don't think her pussy has ever looked so inviting.

She sat on my face and I licked feverishly. I could taste his cum as it soaked through her panties. Piper moaned a little bit, too, and I could see the smile on her face as she looked down at me.

"I really do love how excited you get at being able to do this, Joel," she said. "It really turns me on."

She began to move her hips a little. I ran my hands up her body and grasped her breasts. She placed her hands over mine, rolled her head back, and moaned like she was experiencing genuine pleasure, which I had every reason to believe was true.

"Should I pull my panties aside, Joel? Should I pull them aside so you can clean me?"

"Yes, please."

She lifted her hips, reached down, and slipped a finger into her panties. A moment later she pulled them aside and some of Cal's cum dripped into my open, waiting mouth.

"Oh, fuck, that's really hot," she said. "Swallow it, baby."

I swallowed his cum and opened my mouth again. Piper sat down on it. I pushed my tongue inside her. The taste I'd experienced while licking her panties was nothing compared to the taste of having my tongue inside her. It had been long enough that I'd forgotten just how thrilling it was to clean her boyfriend's cum out of her. Arousal surged through my entire body. It was most potent between my legs, but I felt it everywhere. My senses were heightened. I felt more alive. When Piper leaned back and caressed my legs it felt fantastic. When she touched my cock it was like pleasure exploded from my loins and reverberated outwards.

"Fuck, Joel, baby, clean my pussy. Clean my messy pussy. Clean my boyfriend's cum out of me."

She knew I liked the dirty talk. She had to have known. She knew I liked dirty talk of all kinds related to my cuckolding and she was being remarkably generous in offering more of it. I moaned into her pussy, of course, and she was kind enough to stroke my dick a little, though she seemed in no hurry to make me cum.

I cleaned Piper thoroughly, bathing my tongue in another man's cum and swallowing it all while bathing my mind in a rare kind of arousal. I also gave her an orgasm, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she took one for herself by riding my face while I cleaned her. Either way, it was incredible.

When she'd finished cumming, Piper laid next to me, took my cock in her hand, and kissed me deeply as I enjoyed a handjob.

"His cum tastes good, doens't it?" she asked after a particularly long kiss.

I nodded. I wasn't sure that was actually true, but it was pretty hot to have that exchange with my wife. "Do you like swallowing it?"

"I do," she answered. "And he loves that I swallow it for him." She stroked me a little faster. "Though he also loves that you swallow it. He gets off on it, in fact. Right before he came he asked if I was going to make you eat his cum out of me."

It's maybe a little weird that I like how much Cal wants me to eat his cum, but I fucking love it. Piper didn't make me eat it, of course, but I get where that's a little bit hotter for Cal.

"Well, I love eating his cum out of you...and I'd love to add another load to your pussy right now."

She smiled. "I know you would." She kissed me. "But you can't. Not tonight. Not this weekend."

I knew the answer, but I asked, "Why not?"

Her lips brushed against my neck and she moaned. "Because I'm his this weekend. Because my pussy is his until he leaves."

I came. My loins tensed up and I came so fucking hard. Piper moaned and stroked me slowly right through the orgasm and I felt cum spilling all over my stomach. I didn't expect to be quite so aroused at the idea that her pussy belonged to another man for the weekend, but holy hell was it hot.

"That was amazing," I said afterwards.

She kissed me softly, grabbed my underwear, and cleaned me up. "I'm glad I could make you feel so good."

"You always make me feel that good."

I got a kiss on the lips - a deep kiss - after that and then Piper got out of bed and headed for the hallway. She stopped in the doorway, turned to me, and blew me a quick kiss.

"How would you feel about going out for a late breakfast tomorrow before Cal and I leave?" she asked. "There's a place a few towns over where I think we'd be pretty certain not to run into anyone we know."

"Would you be his girlfriend at this breakfast?"

"That would be the plan. Sitting next to him. Kissing him. Holding his hand. Maybe a little teasing under the table. Would you enjoy being...well, I guess being the third wheel for a little bit?"

I nodded. "I think I would. If you feel pretty confident that we're not going to run into anyone we know, I'm up for it."

"I'm confident enough that I'm willing to take the risk."

"Then so am I."

She blew me a kiss and walked away as I grabbed the pillow from the floor, put it behind my head, and smiled at the idea of having breakfast with my wife and her boyfriend. I could absolutely see being all kinds of aroused by the time breakfast was over. It would be a fairly unique experience, too.

Oh, and in case you didn't pick up on it, our vacation plan included Piper and Cal spending a night alone in the rental house before I joined them.

So I'll tell you about that breakfast and that first night - or my experience of it, at least - the next time I write. See you then.