Long Distance Cuckolding - A Diary - Part 12

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Outside of our honeymoon, I'm not sure I've taken Piper to a hotel as nice as a Ritz-Carlton. It can be hard to compare hotels sometimes, I suppose, but I'm pretty sure that her weekend getaway with Cal was probably as luxurious a trip as she's ever been on.

Did that make me jealous? Absolutely. Did I spend a great deal of time on the Ritz-Carlton Half Moon Bay website? I sure did. I looked at the room pictures and imagined my wife and her boyfriend in the bed, on the balcony, in the shower, in the bathtub. Did I look at pictures of the grounds and imagine them strolling the beach and eating at the restaurant with the ocean view? I sure did.

Was any of that unpleasant? Not really, if I'm being honest. I think that just goes to show how deep my affection for cuckolding is, though. I was a little bit jealous and a little bit anxious, but nothing about our experience so far has left me feeling like Piper has anything other than the deepest love for me, so her weekend getaway didn't feel like a threat to our marriage.

It wasn't, by the way, in case you're wondering if there's a surprise coming at the end of this entry. There isn't. Piper had a great time, but she's not leaving me for Cal. She's just as enamored with the hotwife/cuckold experience as I am.

We talked the day before they left for the coast and I suggested that there was no need for Piper to call me while they were away. She was more than willing to do so - to sneak away for a bit each day so we could talk - but I really liked the idea of her just enjoying her weekend with Cal.

She wasn't entirely on board with that, much to my surprise, so we settled on her communicating via text. She said she wanted to give me little updates as the weekend went by and to be honest, I was more than happy to receive them.

They left on Friday after work. Cal rented a car and drove. Piper texted me that she'd considered giving him a blowjob in the car but that the road had been rife with twists and turns so she'd held off. Unsurprisingly, I found that little tidbit hugely arousing.

A few hours later I received a picture from their room. It was a shot looking out over the balcony, the green fairway of the golf course at the resort, and the ocean that extended as far as the eye could see. It struck me as among the most romantic views I'd ever seen.

"The view is stunning," she texted. "I feel a really strong urge to have Cal in my mouth, like I want to reward him for booking this trip and being so generous in doing so. What do you think?"

My wife was asking me if she should give her boyfriend a blowjob. The question alone was hot as hell. "I think you should definitely go down on your boyfriend."

"Should I swallow?" she asked.

Obviously, Piper is amazing. "Yes, you should swallow for your boyfriend," I replied as my cock stirred.

"That's what I'll do, then. Enjoy the rest of your night."

I didn't hear from her again until much later that evening. It was a little past midnight, in fact. Piper texted to say goodnight and that was it.

If you remember, she planned on letting Cal cum inside her on the trip. She hadn't mentioned in her text if that had happened the first night. I assumed it had - or I was just really hoping it had - and I thought about it constantly. It was a huge turn on to do so, which was probably why it was on my mind almost constantly.

I heard from her a few times the next day. Piper sent a text of her in a swimsuit and a bikini, asking which she should wear to the pool. I chose the bikini, for what it's worth. She sent a picture of her in a dress that she was wearing to dinner and soon after a picture of her in the lingerie she intended to wear that night. Very expensive lingerie, I might add. Lingerie that she looked stunningly sexy in. I was deeply grateful for the pictures and they fueled my fantasies that night.

Again Piper made no mention of Cal having cum inside her. Again I assumed it had happened and again I was immensely aroused at the idea of Cal and Piper having unprotected sex, of him actually cumming inside her. Honestly, giving it even a moment's thought at any point over the weekend was more than enough to inspire a huge burst of arousal in me. It took a great deal of self-control not to cum at any point during the weekend. I did masturbate a few times, though, getting myself close to the edge while looking at the pictures she'd sent before tucking my cock back into my pants and going about my day.

On Sunday morning I received a picture of Piper sitting on the balcony in a bathrobe. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and her cheeks and chest were flushed red. She didn't mention it, but it certainly looked like she and Cal had fucked and then ordered room service, the last part evidenced by a second picture that showed a delicious-looking breakfast spread on the table that sat on the balcony.

"Did you just get fucked?" I texted.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she replied.

What a tease. What a wonderful, perfect tease. I told her I loved her and that I couldn't wait to hear from her. She told me she'd call the moment she got home.

That call came a little after 9 p.m. my time. I figured she'd call earlier - checkout time is usually in the morning - but I was also a little bit delighted at the idea of Piper and her boyfriend spending as much time together as they could before going home.

"Hey," I said.

There was a pause and then she replied, "Hey, baby. I wish you were here."

She wasn't sad, in case you were wondering. It wasn't a wistful kind of 'wish you were here.' It was lustful. "Me too," I replied. "Desperately."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Absolutely. Fuck yes."

"What would you do if you were here? If I'd just come home from a weekend with my boyfriend? A weekend in the most beautiful hotel room I've ever been in?"

A twinge of jealousy coursed through me. "I'd ravage you," I answered. "I'd strip you naked, kiss you all over, and then make you cum as many times as you'd let me."

Piper moaned softly. "And what about you? Would you cum?"

"As many times as I could."

She moaned again and I imagined her eyes closed as she arched her back. I have no idea if that's what she was doing, but I liked the idea of Piper getting turned on at the notion of me ravaging her after she'd spent the weekend with Cal.

"And what if I'd made you wait in the living room of my apartment while Cal and I went to the bedroom to fuck one more time before he went home? Would you have sat there on the couch and waited while my boyfriend had his way with me again?"

I assumed that's what they'd done. That Cal had driven Piper back to her apartment and that she'd invited him up, which would have been the first time she'd done that, as far as I knew. The idea was really hot, as was the notion of being made to wait in the living room while they did so. I mean, holy fuck, what an insanely hot idea that was.

"Yes, I would have sat there and waited," I answered.

"Would you have enjoyed waiting?"

"Yes."

She moaned and I was certain I heard the sound of masturbation. "And would have come to the bedroom after Cal had enjoyed me one more time?"

"Yes. I would have come running once you and Cal were done."

"And if...if you'd walked in...if you'd walked in and seen me naked with my legs spread and...and Cal's cum leaking out of me, what would you have done?"

My pulse quickened. My cock throbbed. "I would have ravaged you. I would have stripped as quickly as possible. I would have crawled into the bed. I would have crawled on top of you. I would have kissed you. I would have caressed you. I would have slipped my cock inside you. I would have fucked you, Piper. I would have fucked you so hard."

She moaned. "You would have fucked my cum-filled pussy?"

I swear I almost came. I wasn't even masturbating and I almost came. "Yes, I would have fucked your cum-filled pussy. I would have fucked it so hard. I would have added my cum to his. I would have, Piper."

She was masturbating. Furiously.

"It would have turned me on to see his cum leaking out of you. To know that you'd had unprotected sex with your boyfriend. To know that he'd cum inside you. To know that he'd probably spent the whole weekend cumming inside you."

"He did," she said. "He came in me so many times, Joel. He wanted me like never before. I wanted him, too. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Honestly, we didn't leave the room all that often. We just...we fucked so many times, Joel. It was so hot. He came inside me almost every time, too."

"Another man came in my wife all weekend?"

"Yes!"

She didn't announce it, but I'm pretty sure Piper came right there. She certainly moaned like she was cumming. She did some screaming, too, and I heard her masturbating pretty furiously. It was incredibly hot to listen to, though the thing that I really loved was that she seemed genuinely aroused at the notion that Cal had cum inside her so many times that weekend. It was like our fantasies had aligned, though I suspect my enthrallment was different from hers.

"Did you cum?" I asked after a handful of silent seconds had passed.

"I did," Piper replied.

I thought of her in bed. In the bed we'd had sex in numerous times during my visit. I closed my eyes and pictured Piper on her back without a stitch of clothing on her beautiful body. I pictured cum leaking out of her, too, though it wasn't my cum like it had been during my visit. It was her boyfriend's cum and it was so fucking hot.

"Did you invite Cal up to your apartment to fuck?"

"I did," she answered.

"Is that the first time he's been in your apartment?"

"It is."

I'd been in her apartment so it was easy for me to picture them fucking in her bed. It was easy to picture me sitting in her living room while it happened, too, and it was so fucking hot.

"Will it be the last time he's in your apartment?"

"We'll still meet at his place most of the time, I'm sure. I'm still not terribly interested in my coworkers knowing I have a boyfriend. It was nice to have him here, though."

"Is his cum really leaking out of you right now?" I asked.

"It is," she answered. "We fucked. He came inside me. He stayed inside me until he went soft. Then he left so I could call you. I haven't moved from the spot I was in when we fucked."

"That's so hot," I said. "Can I...can I see? Would you be willing to take a picture?"

"Of course."

I can't tell you how excited I was. My heart was racing. My dick was hard as a rock.

Piper sent a picture. It was astonishingly sexy. Her pussy lips were gaping a little. Her labia were enflamed and wet. Her pubic hair was damp and matted. Most importantly, though, I could genuinely see Cal's cum both inside her and leaking out of her. I could see another man's cum in my wife. I couldn't believe it.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"Do you like it?"

"I hope it's not weird to say that it's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

She laughed softly. "It's not weird at all. I'm relieved, honestly. I was a little worried you'd be upset, or that it wouldn't be anywhere near as sexy as you thought it would be. I'm really glad it is."

"Oh, fuck, it definitely is. It absolutely, positively is sexy."

I stared at the picture and listened to my heart pounding in my chest.

"Did it happen the first time on Friday?" I asked.

"It did," she answered. "After dinner that night. We had a glass of champagne on the balcony - which is where I blew him when we first got there, by the way."

"Wait, really?"

She laughed. "Yeah. I thought it would be hotter that way. I was right. I started in the hotel room, but I got really excited doing it and dragged him out onto the balcony. I had him sit while I sucked his cock. He was looking out at the ocean while his girlfriend blew him, Joel. While I blew him on the balcony of the gorgeous hotel room he treated me to for the weekend. I'd like to think I was a very good girlfriend in that moment."

"Oh, you were," I said. "And you're being a good wife right now, for what it's worth, because hearing that is so fucking hot."

"Yeah? You think I'm a good wife? Even though I just spent the weekend having unprotected sex with my boyfriend?"

Just hearing her say it was hot. Even the fairly clinical term 'unprotected sex' turned me on. She sounded just a touch insecure, though, like she wasn't entirely sure I was as thrilled about her weekend as I said I was. I took that as a good sign since it meant to me that Piper was most concerned about the health of our marriage.

"Yes, I think you're the most amazing wife a man has ever had. I'm as lucky as a guy could be, Piper. I really am."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. Cal actually said something similar after I swallowed his cum on the balcony."

It was my turn to laugh a little, because of course Cal had said that. Almost any man would have said the same thing because any sane man would have felt incredibly lucky in that moment.

"After the blowjob we went for a walk on the beach and around the hotel grounds. Then we went to dinner and then back to the room for the glass of champagne I mentioned. After that he led me to the bed, we stripped each other naked, and we took our time making love."

Fuck, there's still something about that phrase and the kind of sex it implies that really gets me going. I think it's at least in part because there's something just a little bit dangerous about it. Maybe. I don't know. I just know that it's such a turn on.

"Yeah? You made love to your boyfriend in that gorgeous hotel room?" I asked.

She moaned softly. "I did, Joel. We kissed at the foot of the bed as we undressed each other. Then we fell into each other's arms in the bed. We kissed. We touched each other slowly and softly. I told him glad I was to be at the hotel, to be celebrating two months together, to be celebrating with someone I liked so much. He told me he couldn't have been happier."

It sounded so beautiful and her description had my heart pounding.

"I stroked his cock and he fingered my pussy as we looked into each other's eyes. We kissed deeper as we got more turned on. I rolled onto my back and he got on top of me. He kissed me as I stroked his cock. He kissed my neck and my chest and he showered my breasts with attention while his fingers found their way inside me once more. I closed my eyes and I moaned for him, Joel. I told him I needed him inside me. I told him to make love to me."

I moaned. "What did he think of that? Of you telling him that, I mean."

"He didn't say anything, but he looked happy. Deeply happy, like I'd said the thing he wanted to hear. Then he slid inside me and filled me slowly. I wrapped my legs around him to hold him deep in my pussy and we kissed as I ran my hands through his hair and down his back. It felt incredible to have him in me without a condom. It felt...it just felt so much better. I don't know if it's because it was the first time or because it felt more special than other times, or if it really does feel so much better to have unprotected sex, but it really did feel better."

"I love that it felt better...and I love that he was inside you without a condom. I've been thinking about it all weekend. I can't stop thinking about it. It's just so hot to me."

"I whispered to him to make love to me, Joel," she said softly. I'm pretty sure she was masturbating again. It was a slow and quiet kind of masturbation, but I was almost certain I could hear it. "I was so turned on. There was something about the whole weekend, about the hotel, about the celebration of two months, about the romance of it, the beauty of it, the passion I felt for Cal, the fact that we were having unprotected sex for the first time. I don't know, I felt like I wanted that moment to last forever while I was in it. I just wanted him to keep moving in and out of me while we kissed, while he touched me, while he told me how beautiful I was and how good it felt to make love to me."

Can you imagine your wife uttering those words to you? Are you imagining it right now? Would your dick have been as hard as mine was? Maybe I'm insane, but I was just so turned on.

"I'm so turned on, Piper," I said. I figured I might as well be honest. "I mean, I don't know if I've ever been so turned on."

"I've cum four times today and I'm eager to cum again," she said. "So you're not alone, Joel. I just wish you were here so you could be inside me while I tell you about how good it felt to make love to my boyfriend before urging him to cum inside me."

"Oh, fuck. That would have been so hot to hear," I replied.

She laughed softly. "I did think of you when I said it. Just for a moment. I thought about how much you would have enjoyed hearing it. How much it would have turned you on. I said multiple times that first time. I was actually surprised by how badly I wanted it. How it had come to feel like I needed it, in fact."

"You needed your boyfriend to cum inside you?" Really, I just wanted to say the words. It was hot, too.

She moaned. "Yes, Joel, I need Cal to cum inside me. I needed it. I was desperate for it by the time I said it. I was so close to cumming and my whole body was tingling with pleasure. The sex - the lovemaking - had been so good and I was going to cum so, so hard."

"Say it like you said it to him," I asked as I stroked my cock furiously.

"Cal...baby, please, cum inside me," she said. "Please, Cal, cum in me. Cum inside me."

I came. Obviously I came. I mean, fuck. I came with my eyes closed while I thought of my wife on her back in that glorious hotel bed. I thought of Cal on top of her. I thought of them making love. I thought of her begging for him to cum inside her. I thought of him cumming in her pussy. I thought of the picture and I imagined the same exact sight after their first time having unprotected sex. It was all so fucking beautiful.

Piper came too. She must have been holding off and waiting for me, because the moment I let out that orgasmic moan hers followed.

"Thank you, Piper," I said afterwards.

"Oh, believe me, it was my pleasure," she replied.

Neither of us said anything for a while. I was content to listen to her breathing and to bask in the aftermath of my orgasm.

Eventually, though, we talked about the rest of her weekend - the non sex parts, at least - and caught up on other various bits of news we hadn't shared with each other.

"I was thinking I'd come back to visit you next weekend," she said towards the end of the conversation.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I know you were planning on coming out here again, but I have the time to get away and I think I'd like to sleep in our bed again if that's okay with you. Plus, I think I'd like to see some of our friends, go to a favorite restaurant. I think I'm a little homesick."

I was delighted. "Yeah, that would be amazing. It really would be. Do you think you'll come in on Friday?"

"Yeah. And leave Monday morning. It will be a long weekend."

"I can't wait," I said.

"Neither can I."

I'm not sure what the weekend will hold, but I'll write again soon to keep you updated on any fun we have.