Long Distance Cuckolding - Part 15

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 Piper went to a wedding yesterday. It was at a hotel in Napa Valley. It was luxurious as hell (she sent pictures).

As you might imagine, she went to that wedding as Cal's date. One of his friends was getting married. They'd both met Piper. In fact, they'd met her numerous times, including the weekend before the wedding when they all rented a house in Sonoma to have a bachelor/bachelorette weekend.

As you might also imagine, the knowledge that my wife was going to a wedding as another man's date spurred a sense of jealousy. There's just something about a wedding, you know? It's more romantic. It's the kind of thing you do when you're genuinely serious about each other, at least normally. I was probably reading too much into it. At least that's what I thought.

They went up to Napa on Friday and checked into the hotel. The room was probably fantastically expensive, but Piper said that Cal insisted on paying so she had no idea what it cost.

I got a call just a bit after they'd checked in.

"Hey," I said with genuine excitement in my voice as I wasn't entirely sure I'd be hearing from Piper at all over the weekend.

"I'm naked," she replied. "I'm in the most comfortable bed I've ever been in. I'm looking out over a vineyard. My body is buzzing with pleasure and my boyfriend's cum is leaking out of me."

That's a hell of a way for your wife to greet you on the phone and you won't be surprised to learn that I felt an instant stirring between my legs. I coaxed that stirring into an erection with a bit of stroking over my jeans.

I felt a bit playful, too. "Is that any way to greet your husband?"

"For most women, no, but I'm pretty sure that's the perfect way to greet my husband," Piper replied.

I moaned a little. "You're right about that."

"Am I also right that you'd love nothing more than to be here right now? To have listened to Cal fuck me? To be able to walk into the room, crawl into the bed, and slide into my pussy right now?"

She was in rare form and it had me throbbing. "Yes, I'd fucking love that. Nothing would feel better right now than sliding into your cum-filled pussy."

I unzipped my pants. I freed my cock. I stroked it slowly and holy shit did it feel good as I thought about filling my wife so soon after another man had cum inside her.

"Cal fucked me so good, baby," she said. "I was looking out the window at the vineyard view - which is utterly breathtaking, by the way - and he came up behind me, put his arms around me, and told me he was so happy to be there - to be at the wedding - with me."

It sounded romantic and seductive. I was jealous and turned on.

"I felt so good in that moment. So perfect, really. I turned my head and we kissed. I felt his cock get hard and press into my ass. I hadn't planned on getting fucked until after the rehearsal dinner, but I knew the moment his lips met mine that I wanted him."

I stroked a little faster and moaned again, this time while thinking of my wife kissing another man in a beautiful hotel room overlooking a vineyard.

"I'm not sure why, but I felt an urge to be fucked. To be fucked hard, in fact," she continued. "I told Cal so as we undressed each other."

"You told him to fuck you hard?" I asked with obvious lust in my voice.

"I did, baby. I told my boyfriend that I needed him to fuck me hard, that I needed him to pound me, that I needed him to make me feel good with his big cock."

I was hard as a rock and hearing that was so fucking hot. I mean, so fucking hot.

"Once we were naked he picked me up - which I love when he does - and put me in the bed. He got on top and he was inside me a moment later. He filled me with a long, slow, deep thrust and I wrapped my legs around him. We kissed and he played with my tits and then I told him to fuck me hard and he gave me what I needed, baby."

"Did he make you cum?" I asked.

"He did. My boyfriend made me cum so hard."

I was in a particular kind of mood at that moment. A mood where some of the deeper cuckold desires seemed to bubble up to the surface. "Did his big dick feel good inside you? Did it feel good when it went so deep inside you?"

She moaned and I could hear her masturbating. "It did. It felt so good when he pounded so deep into my pussy, baby."

"When he fucked you deeper than I fuck you?" I asked. Even uttering the words felt exciting. It was such a strange and sexy thing to be able to say something that would turn me on so much. I know it's kind of odd to get off on the idea that my wife's boyfriend has a bigger cock than I do and that he might be able to fuck her better with that bigger cock, but hot damn did it feel good to think about it and to ask the question.

Again Piper moaned. It was loud, too. I'm not sure if it was for my benefit or if it was a pure expression of her pleasure, but it was fucking hot. "Yes, it felt so good when he fucked me deeper than you do, baby. Cal's cock reaches places inside me that yours has never gone and it feels so fucking good."

"Piper, I'm close," I said.

"Then cum for me," she replied. "Cum for me, baby. Cum while you think about my boyfriend fucking me hard and deep with his big cock. Cum for me while you think about him fucking me so good, fucking me deeper than you can."

"I'm cumming!"

I came fucking hard. Really fucking hard. It was enthralling. My body shook. I closed my eyes and lightly stroked the head of my cock to keep the pleasure going and it was incredible. After the initial high of the orgasm I heard Piper cumming too and I took more than a little delight in the fact that she was able to climax alongside me.

"That was incredible," I said. "You're amazing, Piper. I love you so much."

"Thank you," she replied. "And it was my pleasure, literally, as I just had a great orgasm too. I promised Cal I'd join him in the shower, though, so I'm going to go now. I'm not sure when we'll talk again, but I'll be sure to text. I love you, Joel."

"I love you too, Piper," I said.

She hung up and I smiled and cleaned up my mess. I'll confess that I felt a touch of loneliness, though, as I thought of Piper getting in the shower with Cal while I was alone. It was fleeting, but it did make me yearn for when Piper returns home a month from now.

She didn't call again that day, but I did receive a handful of texts. She sent a picture of her in the lovely dark red dress she wore to the rehearsal dinner. She also sent a picture of her in the hotel bathroom in a lingerie set. That one included a caption that read, "Do you like the lingerie my boyfriend is about to fuck me in?"

I loved the lingerie and I told her so. I loved it so much that I put on the audio file of her and Cal fucking and I stared at the picture of my wife in that lingerie while imagining her getting pounded in that very moment. I had my second orgasm of the day and it was damn near as satisfying as the first.

Piper texted throughout the day on Saturday. She told me about the morning sex she and Cal had. She sent a few pictures from around the hotel grounds along with a message that she and I would have to come back to the hotel some day because it was just so beautiful, which got me thinking about how hot it would be to go to the same hotel where my wife and her boyfriend had spent a weekend having sex.

She sent a picture of her dress for the wedding, which was elegant and beautiful. She'd put a ton of effort into her hair and makeup, too, and she looked genuinely breathtaking and I'd imagine even better in person, which again made me feel insanely jealous of Cal.

I didn't hear from Piper again until the next morning when she called.

"Hey, babe. How was the wedding?" I asked.

"Perfect," she said. "It was utterly perfect. Cal got us a late checkout, too, so we're sticking around for a few more hours. I don't have tons of time to talk, but I wanted to hear your voice."

There was something different about her. I couldn't quite tell what, but something a little different. Not in a bad way, though.

"You looked incredible last night," I said. "In the pictures you sent, I mean. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous."

"I have to say, I like that you were a little jealous. I don't know why, but I find that really appealing. I like knowing that you're thinking about me when I'm with Cal, that you're jealous, that part of you wishes you were here with me instead of me and that part of you loves that I'm here with my boyfriend."

I loved all of that too. It's one of the unique aspects of being a cuckold.

"The wedding was so beautiful, Joel. I'm sure it cost an arm and a leg to have it here, but it was the most beautiful wedding I've ever been to. The hotel made everything perfect. The beauty of it all made the whole night feel so overwhelmingly romantic."

There was a dreamy quality to her voice. That's what seemed different about her. It was like she existed in a slightly different reality as we talked, though in a good way, like she was in the kind of reality that the rest of us would have given anything to exist in.

"I have to say, you're making me a little more jealous," I said.

"You don't mind that, do you?"

"No. I kind of like feeling jealous when it comes to you and Cal."

"That's good, baby. That's really good."

I could tell she had something else to say. Something she was worried I wasn't going to like.

"The band played a lot of slow songs. The bride and groom must have asked for that. I think they wanted the night to feel romantic. I mean, they must have, because that's how it felt. I think they're among the first of their friends to get married but almost everyone is coupled up and it was like they were trying to convince everyone else that getting married was the right choice."

I felt like something was coming. I couldn't tell what, but for some reason I was excited in the way that makes your heart pound a little. "Did you and Cal dance to the slow songs?"

Piper paused for a moment before saying, "We did. It was so nice to be close to him. To be close like that. To be able to just be in his arms and move to the beautiful music - the band's lead singer was incredible - and to feel so connected to him."

I was jealous and a little bit turned on. Or more than a little bit, really.

"And it was during one of those songs that Cal..."

She drifted off. She had something to say. Something important. Something that she was a little worried about saying. I could hear it in the tone of her voice. I didn't say a word. I gave Piper the space to get to where she needed to go.

"It was during one of those songs that Cal told me he was in love with me."

I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. I was completely caught off guard. I don't know why. My wife had been dating another man for three months and it was a really good relationship. Of course I should have seen it coming.

I felt jealous. Insecure. Angsty. Nervous. Excited. Aroused. All of that and more. I felt so many things I couldn't begin to catalog them all.

"What...what did you say when he told you that?"

She took a deep breath and paused. Each second that ticked by felt impossibly long. I knew the answer, though.

"I told him that I felt the same way," Piper replied.

I felt lightheaded. My heart was pounding way harder than I imagined possible.

"I'm in love with two men, Joel," she said.

That calmed me down. Immediately, too. I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"I love you madly, Joel, and I always will," she said. "But I'm also in love with Cal, and he's in love with me."

I should have expected it to happen - especially after Piper had described the sex between them as making love on several occasions - but in the moment it felt like she'd dropped a bomb. Not necessarily the kind that's terrible and destructive, though.

For a short while I tried to sort through my feelings. There were too many to do so effectively, though. Instead, I pulled back for a big picture look at what I was experiencing in that moment. There was definitely angst and worry that I'd lose my wife. There was definitely jealousy. There was also a considerable level of arousal. Like, genuine arousal.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just processing."

I took a deep breath and it sounded like Piper was holding hers.

"I'm feeling all kinds of stuff right now, but I'm not mad. I'm not hurt. I'll admit that I'm a little worried that I might lose you."

"You won't," she replied without hesitation. "You won't, Joel. You're my everything, and if you want I'll leave here right now, come home, and never leave again. I really will. Cal is wonderful and I am in love with him, but being with him isn't worth losing you."

I laughed softly. "I believe you. I really do. You don't need to leave Cal or San Francisco. Some part of me knew from the start that this was possible. Even likely. I mean, how could you have a relationship with someone without developing feelings for them?"

"That wouldn't have been easy and it probably wouldn't have been as much fun as it's been."

Falling in love is fun. Of course it is. In fact, it's probably life's greatest experience.

You know what else is pretty good, though? Being the cuckold to a hotwife that's falling in love with her boyfriend. I say that because as the initial burst of angst cleared, I couldn’t help but feel an ever-increasing sense of excitement and arousal at the idea of my wife telling another man that she was in love with him.

"Did you have sex this morning?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"And during or after, did you tell him you loved him?" I asked. It was, by the way, an arousing thing to say. Like, my dick literally grew a little as I uttered those words, which is both crazy and amazing.

"Both," Piper answered. "The sex this morning was slow and passionate."

"Lovemaking."

"Yes. We made love and I told him I loved him while he was inside me. He told me the same. It's that stage, you know, where it feels really, really good to say it to each other. Where it makes the sex better to declare your feelings, where it seems to enhance those feelings when you say it."

Just like that, I was hard. My wife was telling me how much she enjoyed expressing her love to her boyfriend and I was hard.

"Are you okay?"

I realized I hadn't said anything for a short spell, no doubt worrying Piper. "Yes, absolutely. Sorry, I got a little lost in my head. I was actually...I know this probably sounds crazy, but I was actually thinking about what it would feel like to be inside you while you told me that you were in love with Cal."

Piper's tone was slightly seductive as she asked, "Really? Do you think it would feel good? Would it be a turn on to hear your wife say that she was in love with her boyfriend while you were inside me?"

"Yes," I answered. I was turned on enough in that moment that I was absolutely convinced it would be arousing to hear her say it while we had sex.

"It's a shame you're not here," she said. "We could try it today. We could try it right now. We could see just how much of a cuckold you really are."

Her nervousness was gone. She'd clearly decided to fully embody the role of a hotwife. We'd gone from having a serious conversation to indulging in my fetish. I was on board for it.

"Would it be okay if I was very much a cuckold?" I asked. "If I was the kind of cuckold that wanted to hear my wife say she was in love with another man while I fucked her?"

"Yes," Piper replied softly. "Of course it would be, baby. I'd like very much to be married to that kind of cuckold because that means we both get to benefit from me falling in love with another man. We both get to enjoy it. It's not just me being selfish. We both get to enjoy the many pleasures of me falling deeply in love with Cal."

"I'm so turned on, Piper."

"Then you should take your cock out, Joel," she said. "You should masturbate."

I unzipped and took my cock out. I stroked. I moaned. It felt spectacularly good.

"Can you...can you say it?" I asked. "Can you tell him...can you say it to him? Can you say it like you said it last night while you were dancing?"

"He'd told me he was in love with me. His hands were on my waist. I was looking up at him. My whole body was buzzing, Joel. I was giddy. I didn't realize just how badly I wanted to hear those words from Cal. I didn't realize just how significant my feelings were until he shared his. Then it all hit me. It flooded my body."

I stroked faster.

"I caressed his face. I smiled. I said, ‘I'm in love with you too, Cal. I love you. I love you so much’."

I closed my eyes.

"We kissed. We kissed deeply."

My cock was so hard. Every stroke felt so good.

"He told me he loved me. I told him I loved him. ‘I love you, Cal’, I said. ‘I love you so much’."

I came. I came so fucking hard. Right as she said it.

"Was that good?" Piper asked after my noisy climax.

"It really was," I said. I felt a little insecure. Not because she was in love with someone else, but because I was turned on by it and now that the arousal was gone it felt weird to be turned on by it. "Are you...are you really okay with me being...with me being this kind of cuckold?"

"More than okay with it," she replied. "I really am, Joel. You don't know it because you're not here, but I'm really wet right now. Turned on. Turned on because you're this kind of cuckold. I would have masturbated, but instead I'm going to have sex with my boyfriend. I'll be thinking of you, though. I'll tell him I love him and I'll be thinking of you. I promise."

"I love you, Piper. I love you more than I could ever explain."

"I know, and I feel the same way about you, Joel. And I can't wait to see you again. I know I'll be home soon, but I wouldn't be against you visiting next weekend if you're in the mood for it."

"I'll book a flight," I said.

"Good. Now I'm going to go make love to my boyfriend and then we're going to spend a few hours roaming this beautiful hotel and vineyard. I'll call you again when I get home. Don't cum again without me, though, as I'd really like to masturbate together."

"I can't wait," I replied. "I love you, Piper."

"I love you too, Joel."

I set my phone down. I closed my eyes. I let the intensity of the phone call wash over me. I felt some of the same stuff. The angst. The excitement. The nervousness. A touch of arousal. I felt like a cuckold, really.

Now I can't wait to go see her. The week is going to feel so fucking long. The prize at the end of it is going to be incredible, though, and that will be well worth the wait.