Long Distance Cuckolding - A Diary - Part 14

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 "Hey there."

I smiled. It was always nice to hear Piper's voice.

"Hey," I replied.

It was Saturday morning. A little after 8 a.m. for her and three hours later for me. I was sitting on our front porch with a cup of coffee in my hand and a book - yes, a real live book - resting in my lap.

"It's good to hear your voice," I added. "Really good."

"Yeah?"

I heard the sounds of the city. They were loud enough that I surmised she was strolling through San Francisco.

"Yeah. Are you out right now?"

"I am. I just left Cal's apartment, actually. I'm on my way to grab coffee and a quick breakfast for us. He volunteered to go, but I told him I was going to give you a call so I'd do it."

It had become commonplace for Piper to spend the night at Cal's, but that didn't stop it from bringing my cock to life. A neighbor walked by at that moment and I raised my hand to wave. They did the same and I smiled, though not because I was so overjoyed to see them. No, I smiled because I was talking to my wife as she was running out to get her and her boyfriend coffee and breakfast and I was sitting there in a lovely suburban New Hampshire town and waving to a neighbor. The whole thing struck me as utterly amusing and more than a little absurd, though in the best way possible.

"You spent the night?" I asked.

"I did," she said a moment before the blast of a horn - it was low like a truck's horn - filled my ears. "Sorry about that. It's noisier than I expected out here. I'm just about off this insanely busy street, though."

"Was it a good night?"

"It was. It always is, though. You know, I was thinking last night that Cal and I have never had a fight. I came to the conclusion that it's a lot easier to not fight when you're not really thinking about a long term future with someone. We're dating, yeah, and we do more than just have sex together - we're not just fuck buddies, I mean - but we don't fight because anything that's a little bit annoying can just be brushed off because it's not going to be a permanent thing in our lives."

I was oddly pleased to know that there were some things about Cal that annoyed Piper. I wasn't going to ask what they were - I didn't really need to know - but I was a little bit delighted at knowing that it wasn't a perfect relationship.

"What did you do last night?" I asked.

"Believe it or not, we went miniature golfing," Piper said with obvious joy in her voice. "It's been so long since I've done something like that and it was so much fun. We went to this place that has a mini golf course - complete with the windmills and all the other big silly obstacles - and there was an arcade, too, so after the golfing we played some arcade games, skee-ball, whack-a-mole...even air hockey."

It remains true that I feel the most significant insecurity when Piper does real boyfriend/girlfriend stuff with Cal. I think of them laughing as they play air hockey, or him stepping behind her to help line up a putt - a class mini golf move for a man - or them competing at some silly arcade game and having an uproariously good time and it fills me with that potent mixture of jealousy and insecurity and arousal that must be exclusive to men who get off on their wives sleeping with other men.

It wouldn't be worth it if it was pure jealousy and anxiety. That's bad and only a true masochist would be into that. It's the arousal that comes right alongside those other things that makes it irresistible. Plus, there's the fact that I don't feel any angst when Piper tells me about the sex she and Cal have. That's pure arousal for me. Arousal that is unlike any other I've ever experienced. I mean, it's not even close. Sometimes I think about how fucked up that is - or how fucked up someone else might think it is, really - but ultimately I don't give a damn. It's just too hot to resist.

"That sounds kind of amazing," I said while partially consumed by the angst. "Like...well, like an honest to goodness date. Like the stuff a real couple would do."

"It was. It really was."

There was a dreamy quality to her voice, like she was rapidly reliving memories from the date and how good she felt while on it. Again there was a rush of anxiety and jealousy and arousal. It started to feel a little strange to be sitting on the front porch of our house while getting turned on, and yet there was something about it - about being ensconced in the normalcy of our life while listening to Piper tell me about her date with her boyfriend - that deepened the arousal, making it impossible to get up.

"Was there kissing on the mini golf course?" I asked.

"There was," she replied. "Lots of kissing. Making out, you might even say. It feels like that's the thing you're supposed to do when you go mini golfing as a couple, right?"

"Absolutely."

"I like that I can feel him get hard when we kiss, even in public. That he finds me so irresistible that he'll get stiff with just a little bit of kissing and touching. I like the way he looks at me once he feels that desire, too. There was a little cave you walk through on one of the holes and Cal grabbed me, pulled me close, and kissed me with such desire that I thought he might turn me around, bend me over, pull up my skirt, and fuck me right then and there."

Piper had sent a picture of her outfit before she left for the date. She'd paired a pleated skirt with a loose, off-the-shoulder sweater and there was no bra strap on the exposed shoulder. I asked and she informed me that she'd gone without a bra, a notion I found remarkably thrilling.

"He didn't fuck me," she continued, "though he did play with my tits in that little cave, which made me wish he'd fucked me."

"Yeah? It turned you on to get felt up on the mini golf course?"

"It really did. It's probably kind of stupid, but I just loved that my boyfriend's hand was up my sweater in public. There was something exciting about it."

I found it exciting, too. I loved that Piper was willing to let Cal play with her tits in public. I loved that she'd worn a sweater without a bra. I loved that she'd worn a skirt. I loved that she'd worn a pair of heels with the outfit simply because she wanted to look hotter for her boyfriend. I fucking loved all of it and had masturbated to the picture and the idea that they were on a date, though I hadn't known they were mini golfing. I also hadn't cum, choosing instead to tease myself a little.

Also, can you imagine how much Cal must have enjoyed that? He puts a hand up her sweater and he finds Piper's bare breast? He knows immediately that she went braless because she wanted to turn him on (or at least he suspects that). Plus, he's feeling her utterly perfect breast and he's doing it in public. I mean, fuck, how incredibly hot is that?

"I beat him at skee-ball," she added. "He beat me at air hockey. The whole thing was really, really fun, though."

The jealousy reared up again. It sounded like Cal had managed to plan a damn near perfect date for him and Piper and I'd been out to dinner with friends while it had all unfolded. Then the arousal returned as I thought about him feeling her up and making out with her while they were mini golfing.

"Did you go back to his place after?"

"We did," she said. "We had lots of fun there, too, but I really can't tell you about that while in public. We had more fun this morning, too. Fun that's left something of a mess in my panties as I walk to get us breakfast."

I adjusted the book so it covered my crotch. There wasn't much of a risk of someone seeing the bulge in my jeans from the sidewalk, but it wasn't worth the risk. 

"Can we talk later?" I asked.

"Of course we can," she said. "Hold on a second. I have to order."

I listened as my wife ordered breakfast for her and her boyfriend. The order itself was unremarkable - two breakfast sandwiches, one with bacon and one without - and two coffees. It was the mere fact that she was ordering breakfast for her and Cal that I found thrilling, though. I wasn't talking to a friend. I was talking to my wife as she ordered breakfast for her and the man she was dating while she worked in San Francisco. I mean, it was so fucking hot and wild an angsty and all the good (and some bad) cuckold stuff.

"I have to say," Piper began after finishing her order, "I'm a little jealous of you. I know I just went to dinner with our friends a week ago when I was back there, but I saw that picture of everyone and I did get jealous."

I heard just a hint of wistfulness in her voice and it made me believe every word she'd just said. I liked that she missed home, she missed our friends, she missed our life together. I missed her, too. Having her in our bed last weekend was amazing. Being with her again was amazing. Being cuckolded was amazing, too, but I knew I'd be happy when our normal life resumed again upon her return.

"Dinner was great. Dave and Sarah really know how to host and they're both really good cooks, as you know."

It wasn't always a weekly occurrence, but our group of friends did get together fairly often for dinners. Usually someone hosted at their house and we either all brought dishes or the hosts decided they'd be doing all the cooking. It was always a good time, though, mostly because few things in life are better than eating and drinking with your friends.

"If I'm being honest, I like that you miss home even though you were just here a week ago. I mean, I like that you have a boyfriend and that you went on a great date with your boyfriend and had great sex with him last night and this morning - I really like that - but I also like that you're looking forward to coming home."

"I am," she said. "Though I'm also looking forward to spending the day with my boyfriend."

"Are you spending the day together?"

"Yeah. That's the plan. I don't know what we're doing, but we're doing it together."

That was exciting to me. Really exciting.

"Hey, so, I had a question," she said. "Do you think you'd be interested in listening?"

I had an idea of what she was asking about, but I asked, "Listening to what?"

Her voice was quiet as she clarified, "Listening to your wife get fucked by her boyfriend."

Yeah, that's what I thought she was asking about. The instant surge of excitement that worked its way through my body was an immediate and clear answer to her question. "Yes, very much so."

"I asked Cal if he'd be okay with me recording the sound - and just the sound - of us having sex so that I could send it to you. He said he'd be on board for that." She paused for a second and added, "Actually, I think he's really excited about it. He didn't say it, but I could see it in his face and I'm pretty sure that he really likes the idea of you listening as he fucks me. You know, from the start he's really liked that I'm married, that he's fucking another man's wife and that he's fucking her exceptionally well."

Though I can't explain it, I loved that Cal took pleasure in the fact that Piper was married and that he was satisfying her to a great extent while I was all the way across the country. I guess that speaks to me enjoying the typical cuckold-bull dynamic, but the why of it doesn't really matter because it's just really fucking hot.

"So, you'd like it if I recorded us having sex?"

"I'd love that," I answered.

"Good. I'll try and do that today, then. I might fuck it up, so no guarantees, but I'll do my best."

"That would amazing, Piper. Like, literally the most amazing gift."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

I heard someone call out her name. The food was ready.

"Hold on a second," she said.

Piper picked up the food and not long after I heard the sounds of the city once more.

"So, tell me about dinner last night. Catch me up while I walk back to Cal's apartment."

I did as my wife desired. A few friends she hadn't seen the week before had showed up to our dinner so I caught her up on the goings on in their lives. I told her of a friend's promotion. I told her of the new patio Dave and Sarah had added to their house and how beautiful it was. It was all very domestic and normal and the notion that I was doing it while she was walking back to her boyfriend's apartment was just incredible to me, and relentlessly arousing.

"Okay, I'm here," she said. "I'll text you later today and with any luck you'll have some very naughty audio to listen to by the end of the day."

"Okay. I love you, Piper."

"I love you too, Joel."

She hung up and I set my phone down, smiled, and imagined my wife bringing her boyfriend breakfast. I imagined them eating it out on his balcony and talking about what they were going to do that day like any other couple would.

Then I imagined them having sex at some point. Sex that Piper would record. Sex that I would listen to. That's when I realized that I had a rather stiff erection. Throbbing, even. I wasn't sure how long I'd been that hard - though I suspect it got that way the moment she mentioned recording their sex - but it was awfully exciting to get so turned on at the mere thought of listening to Piper and Cal fuck.

The rest of my day was fairly lazy, though in the best way possible. I read more of my book. I invited another neighbor up to the porch for a chat a little after noon. We shared a coffee and talked about his wife's burgeoning business. Then, inspired by Piper's mini golf date, I dragged my clubs out of the garage and went to the driving range for the first time since last summer. It proved far more entertaining than I thought it would be, though that was probably in part because I was imagining another man's hand up my wife's sweater as I wielded my clubs with my below average skill level.

I treated myself to a home-cooked steak with roasted potatoes and a mushroom and red wine sauce and watched a movie. I'd gotten an invite to join some friends for a move in the theater, but I was so caught up thinking about Piper sending that recording of her and Cal fucking that I passed as I knew I'd be distracted.

It was just before midnight when the recording came in. "I hope you enjoy this," was all Piper texted before sending the audio file.

"I'm sure I will," I replied. "Are we talking tonight?"

"No. I'm spending the night at Cal's again. We're going out for a drink with his friends in a few minutes. I'm not available. Sorry."

"No problem," I texted. "And thanks for the recording."

"You're welcome. Do me a favor, will you? Don't cum until Cal and I cum together."

Holy shit. How hot. "Of course. I'll hold off until then."

"Enjoy the show."

I was already in bed, so all I had to do was strip off my underwear and take my dick in my hand. I popped in my AirPods, let my finger hover over the screen for a few seconds, and then tapped the file to begin the aural show my wife had prepared for me.

"Hey honey," Piper said in a soft whisper. "I'm in Cal's bedroom. I just changed into some lingerie for him. I hope the quality of the recording sounds good."

It did.

"And I hope you enjoy this."

I heard a door opening. I heard the click of heels on a hard floor.

"Oh, fuck, Piper," Cal said. "You look incredible."

More clicking of heels on the floor. Then the distinct sound of her phone being set on what I assumed was a coffee table.

"Yeah? Do you like it?"

Cal must have been nodding as I didn't hear him say anything.

"I bought it just for you."

"Joel hasn't seen it?"

"Not even in a picture. I wanted to wear something just for you."

More of the heels clicking on the floor. I imagined Piper showing off her body in the lingerie set. I assumed it was true that I'd never seen it before and I was immensely aroused by that fact.

"You look so fucking good," Cal said.

"Yeah? Are you going to fuck me in this lingerie set, baby? Are you gonna fuck me hard in this sexy little lingerie set?"

There was a quality to her voice I wasn't sure I'd ever heard. Aggressively seductive, I'd call it. I imagined it was the kind of thing Cal loved, though it also seemed fair to assume that Piper found some pleasure in talking like that. I know I loved that she seemed to have reserved that vocal style for her boyfriend.

"Fuck...absolutely I'm going to fuck you hard in that lingerie, Piper. I love that I'm going to be the first man to fuck you in it, too."

Piper moaned and it sounded genuine, like she was turned on by that too. "Maybe you should be the only man to enjoy my body in this lingerie. Maybe it should be just for you, Cal. Maybe Joel shouldn't ever get to see me or touch me in this lingerie, let alone fuck me in it."

The couch groaned. There was kissing. Piper must have been astride her boyfriend. I imagined him dressed and her in the lingerie and sitting in his lap while his hands moved all over her.

"You're so hard for me," she said.

"You're fucking irresistible. I got hard the moment you walked out of the bedroom."

More kissing. The sound of Piper grinding in his lap, at least I think that's what it was. The sound of them both moaning. I stroked slowly as I listened to them make out for what must have been a couple minutes. He told her how sexy she was. She told him how turned on she was, how wet her pussy was.

Then she said, "I want to suck your cock."

I released my dick immediately as I very nearly came. I didn't want to break my promise to Piper, but I also didn't want to cum so damn quickly. I wanted to enjoy the audio show she'd created for me.

I heard a belt being loosened and a zipper being lowered. There was a bit of fumbling - stripping is always somewhat inelegant in real life, unlike in the movies - but eventually I heard the distinct sound of Piper kissing as Cal moaned. It was his cock she was kissing. It had to have been.

Then a deep moan from Cal, followed by, "Oh, fuck, Piper."

She moaned. It was an obstructed moan, though. Obstructed by the cock in her mouth. Her boyfriend's cock. I was listening to my wife give a blowjob. I was listening to Piper suck her boyfriend's cock. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

The longer it went on, the hotter it got. It got wetter and louder. She seemed to involve her hand, too, as I heard the distinct sounds of stroking alongside the sucking. Cal did a whole lot of moaning, too, as you'd expect. The man was getting his dick sucked by a beautiful woman in lingerie, so of course he was moaning.

"I love sucking your cock," she said.

I mean, fuck. I honestly cannot describe how hot it was to hear my wife say that to another man. Even if she was putting on a show for me, it was still so fucking hot. I had to stop stroking again or I would have cum instantly.

"I love how you taste," she said before kissing his shaft. "I love how big your dick is. I love how plump and thick the head is. I love how your precum tastes."

"Fuck, Piper, you're incredible. I swear to god, you're the most incredible woman I've ever met."

She had him fully in her thrall. She had me, too. She was waxing rhapsodic about another man's dick and I was completely lost in the pleasure of it.

Cal groaned loudly. "Oh, fuck."

Then I heard Piper fight off a gag. She was deepthroating him. Or trying to. She was putting on a show. She was a woman in lust with her boyfriend and doing everything she could to make him feel good because that made her feel good. It was fucking hot on every level.

"I need you inside me," she said.

More movement. The groan of the couch. Both of them moaning. They weren't going to the bedroom. They were going to fuck right there in the living room.

"Oh, fuck," Piper said. "Cal...baby...your cock feels so good inside me."

"You're so wet," he replied. "Piper, you're so fucking wet."

They kissed. They did so deeply. I heard the sounds of sex. I heard the sound of my wife having unprotected sex with her boyfriend. It was, without question, the hottest thing I'd ever heard. It didn't seem possible that anything could ever be hotter.

"I love having you inside me," Piper said before moaning. "I love having your big cock so deep in my pussy."

A spank. A loud spank. A moan. Another spank. Another moan. I was getting a window into the sex they had. Into Cal's desire to give her ass a good spank - a desire I never really had - and apparently into Piper's enjoyment of that, at least if the quality of her moan was evidence of the pleasure she felt.

"Fuck, Cal, baby, spank my ass," she said. It was real. It was fucking real. She liked it. It was something only he did, something that she liked. Something that he liked. Something my wife was more than happy to get on board with. Holy shit. I was so fucking hard. I was so fucking turned on.

"Yeah? You like it when I spank your ass while my big dick is deep in your tight little cunt?" he asked.

Cal liked dirty talk. That was one thing we shared in common. I also happened to thoroughly enjoy the dirty talk he was offering up in that moment, which was very good for me.

"I love it when you spank my ass," Piper replied. More kissing. Deep kissing. "I love it when your dick is so fucking deep in my tight little cunt. In my tight, wet, married cunt."

Cal groaned. Loudly. Loudly enough that I thought he might have been cumming inside her.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked. "You like that your dick is buried deep inside my married cunt right now, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You like that you get to cum inside my married cunt, don't you?"

She was pushing him towards his orgasm. She was doing the same for me, too, and based on her panting and moaning between words, Piper was well on her way to a climax.

"You like that my husband is going to listen as you fuck his wife, that he's going to hear me beg you to cum inside me, to flood my married cunt with your load."

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

So was I.

"Me too," she replied. "So cum in me, Cal. Cum in my married cunt. Pump your load deep inside me."

She rode him hard and fast. He smacked her ass. They kissed. They moaned. They barreled towards their climaxes just like I did, though it really took only a handful of gentle strokes to get me right to the edge of an orgasm.

"Cum inside me!" Piper cried out. "Cal, baby, cum in my pussy!"

They came together. It sounded so beautiful. All the desire building up to that one moment where they shared that especially intense pleasure that's only available to couples.

I came too. I mean, of course I came. I closed my eyes and imagined Piper dressed in lingerie and riding her boyfriend's cock. I imagined the look of orgasmic pleasure on her face. I imagined that same look on his face. I imagined his cock spurting inside her, unleashing a flow of semen that would rest inside her. I came so fucking hard while all of that danced through my head and it was pure, perfect bliss.

The moment it happened I knew it was far from the last time I'd cum to that audio file. I knew it would happen over and over and over again. I knew it would happen months - maybe years - after Piper and Cal's relationship had ended. I knew it would be something I'd treasure forever and I was instantly and overwhelmingly grateful that she'd recorded it.

I sent a quick text thanking her for it and then I cleaned up, collapsed into bed, and had a perfect night's sleep.

I'll write again soon and I'm sure I'll have something fun to share with you.