Long Distance Cuckolding - A Diary - Part 5

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It was Sunday afternoon. Piper had been on a date the night before and outside of a text to say goodnight and another that morning to let me know she was on her way home, I hadn't heard from her.

I wasn't worried, though. That was the plan. She'd told me beforehand that she'd call me on Sunday and catch me up on everything. She called a little after 3 p.m. my time.

As I'm sure you know by now, I felt an intense kind of excitement the moment the phone rang. She'd spent the night at Cal's so it was safe to assume I was about to get the details on the sex my wife and her boyfriend had enjoyed the night before.

"Hey," I said as my heart pounded.

"Hey there," she replied. I swear I could hear her smiling.

"You sound happy."

She laughed softly. "I am. Very happy, in fact."

"Yeah? What's got you so happy?"

I heard what sounded like Piper collapsing onto her couch before she said, "Well, let's see. I'm married to an amazing, supportive, gorgeous, loving man. I'm also dating an amazing and gorgeous man. I spent the night with the man I'm dating and he made me breakfast this morning before fucking me to an astonishing orgasm. Now I'm on the phone with the man I love and that man is probably already hard because he loves that someone else was inside me an hour ago. I mean, what more could a woman want?"

She's amazing. Truly amazing.

"I love you, Piper," I said. "And yes, I'm already hard."

She laughed in the most joyful manner. "I love that. I wish you were here, though. I wish you were right next to me. I wish I could stroke your cock and kiss your neck as I told you about my date. I wish I could straddle you and take you inside me. I wish I could kiss you while telling you about how much fun I had last night."

"And about how good the sex was this morning?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm," she replied. "It was good, baby. It was really good. It was good last night, too."

"Tell me about the date."

"He took me to a Warriors game," she said.

"Really?" I was genuinely surprised, mostly because those are not cheap tickets.

"Yeah. We had good seats, too. We were probably...I don't know, twenty rows from the court. Pretty close to the center, too."

I was jealous and turned on, as has become a common sensation during the short time my wife has been dating another man. Cal was putting in genuine effort to impress Piper. He was actually dating her. They could have gone to a restaurant or some cheap mini golf place or something, but he was pulling out all the stops, which almost certainly meant that he really liked her, which in turn made me jealous and made my dick throb.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"I'm not the hugest basketball fan, as you know, but I actually had a really good time," Piper answered. "I...well, it's a little embarrassing, but I did that girl thing where I kept asking Cal to explain stuff to me. Some of it I didn't know, but I could tell he actually enjoyed sharing his love of basketball with me and I don't know, I kind of liked asking him and watching him light up as he explained the rules or certain plays to me."

Is it weird that I get so turned on when Piper talks about boyfriend/girlfriend stuff with Cal? Like, honestly, my dick was hard as a rock as I listened to her talk about doing the sort of thing a girlfriend does when she really likes a guy. I guess that's the thing that turned me on, though. It was just a representation of how much she liked Cal, which really got me worked up. What a crazy fucking fantasy this is.

"What did you wear?" I asked.

"Tight jeans, high heeled boots, and a sweater. A turtleneck. It was tight, or tight enough to...you know, look good," she answered. "Cal seemed to like it."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm hmm. He told me I looked good like half a dozen times and he kept touching me. It made me feel sexy, to be honest. I'd look over at him and see him staring and he'd smile and then lean over and kiss me even while a big play was happening. I don't know, I felt like I was the center of his world, you know?" she said.

Again it was that amazing boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. They were two people connecting on more than a physical level. I was jealous. I was a little bit anxious about it, too, though not in a way I really recognized in the moment.

"That sounds amazing," I said.

"It was amazing. It really was," she replied. "After the game we went for a late dinner. We didn't eat much. We got drinks, had an appetizer, and then shared a dessert before going back to his place."

"Was the food good?"

"It was. The dessert was incredible. It was this puff pastry kind of thing with the lightest, most delicious cream in the middle and a chocolate sauce drizzled over the top. Cal actually...well, he fed me a few bites of it. It was...it was really romantic, actually. I know it sounds kind of corny, but it wasn't," she said.

The anxiety grew a little as it became perfectly clear that Piper's relationship with Cal was moving quickly, or at least a lot quicker than I expected it would.

"And then you went back to his place?" I asked.

"We did. We went right to the bedroom," she said. "We did a little kissing and touching in his bed before I told him to get naked as I headed for the bathroom. I was wearing a bra and panty set - the black lace one - and I'd packed a pair of stockings in my purse. I stripped in the bathroom, changed into the stockings, and stepped out into the bedroom."

"Did he like the lingerie?" I asked.

"He did. He said I looked so fucking hot. He was hard, too. I think he'd been playing with himself while I changed," Piper answered.

"And what did you do?"

"I walked to the foot of the bed and crawled between his legs. I looked at him, smiled, and then leaned down and kissed his thighs. I took his cock in my hand and I stroked him," she explained.

I was stroking slowly as she showered me with the intensely arousing details of her night.

"I kissed my way up his thighs and then...well, then I took him in my mouth," Piper said.

"Oh, fuck," I replied.

Her voice was dripping with lust as she asked, "You really like that, don't you? That I take Cal in my mouth?"

"Yes, I really do."

I heard the distinct sound of masturbation. Piper was wet and she was absolutely playing with herself. "I like it too. I like it a lot, actually. There's something...I don't know, there's just something sexy about it. About having him in my mouth and looking up and seeing the pleasure on his face. How much he's enjoying it. How good it makes him feel."

Piper is not averse to giving me blowjobs, but it doesn't happen all that often. I'm pretty sure that's common in a marriage, but it makes it so much hotter that she's taken Cal in her mouth on each of their last two dates.

"Do you think you'll ever finish him with your mouth?" I asked.

She was still masturbating, but Piper didn't answer for a few seconds. "Would you like that? If I let Cal cum in my mouth?"

"Yes," I answered. The thought was incredibly hot, if I'm being honest.

"I could see doing that," Piper said. "I know he'd enjoy it, and I'm sure if I really wanted to cum that he'd happily go down on me, so it's not like I'd be frustrated or anything. You'd enjoy hearing that I'd given Cal a blowjob? That I'd let him cum in my mouth?"

"Fuck...yes," I said.

I heard her moan and it sounded like she was masturbating a little faster. "And I suppose that I should swallow for him, shouldn't I?"

I think she was trying to excite me, or at least exploring my fantasy a little to see what turned me on. "I'd find that hot. To hear that you did that, I mean."

"A good girlfriend swallows for her man, doesn't she?"

That one really got me. Enough that I nearly came, in fact. Instead of offering a response I just moaned and then pulled my hand from my cock so I wouldn't blow my load.

Piper laughed softly. "My baby liked that, didn't he?"

"I did."

"Well then, perhaps I'll do that at some point. After all, it would be something nice for both of my men, which feels like a win-win," she said.

I loved that she was already referring to Cal as her boyfriend and/or her man. It was so fucking hot.

"I didn't finish him last night, though. Instead, I put a condom on his cock, crawled forward, and took him inside me. I put my hands on his chest and I rode him really slowly. I loved watching him as I rode him, Joel. The look on his face...it was just incredible. It was like he was in Heaven, like being inside me was the single most pleasurable thing he's ever experienced. He couldn't stop moaning. His head was rolling around on the pillow. He'd close his eyes and then open them again and then he'd smile in the most incredible way."

I swear, there's nothing in the world like hearing your wife describe all the little details of having sex with her boyfriend. It might be even hotter than watching in person, though at this point I have no idea if that's true or if I'm just talking out of my ass. I just know that it's insanely hot to hear her talk like that, to be so descriptive, and to be so obvious about how much she enjoyed herself.

"I was so turned on that I knew I'd cum really quickly, so I actually rode him in a way that didn't stimulate my clit too much," she continued. "I worked on making him feel good at first, though I just got more turned on as I did it."

"Because you really like making him feel good?" I asked.

"Yes, baby. I love making him feel good," Piper replied. "I mean, I really love it when I feel good too, but in the moment I felt like I could have ridden Cal's cock all night long."

"That's so fucking hot."

She laughed. "I know, right? That wasn't really possible, though, because I had to cum, and after a few minutes of working his cock I decided to go to work on my orgasm. I leaned down and kissed him. I ground my pussy back and forth, rubbing my clit into his pelvis. I bounced hard on him, too, slamming my clit down into him over and over."

I pictured Piper in a bra, panties, and stockings. I pictured her on top of another man. I pictured her taking him for a wild, wondrous ride while they kissed. It was so fucking hot and in my imagination it was incredibly lurid.

"Did you cum while you were riding him?"

"I did," Piper answered. "I came really hard, too. It was the kind of orgasm where I felt like I'd lost control of my body for a few seconds. I just collapsed on top of Cal and he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight while I moaned and groaned and my thighs trembled."

I get so hard when Piper tells me about sex with her boyfriend. So much harder than when I'm fantasizing about it on my own. It's the most incredible thing.

"It actually took a few minutes for me to recover," she said. "We kissed. I told him how hard he'd made me cum, how good his cock felt inside me. I rode him a tiny little bit, mostly because I wanted to keep making him feel good."

It sounded intimate and beautiful and it was such a fucking turn on.

"Then I told him I wanted to make him cum," Piper continued. "I asked him how he wanted me."

What an insanely hot think to hear your wife say. "How did he want you?"

"He wanted me from behind," she said. "Though not like, traditional doggystyle where I'm on my hands and knees and he's just pounding the hell out of me from behind. Instead, he was bent over and kissing my neck and shoulder and cheeks as he fucked me. He played with my breasts a little bit, too. Honestly, it was really hot."

I closed my eyes and imagined Piper getting fucked like that. It had been months - maybe longer - since we'd last used that position. I loved that she'd done it like that with Cal. I loved that she'd done something with him that we don't normally do. My dick was so fucking hard and every stroke felt so fucking good.

"Right at the end - right when he was about to cum - he leaned back, grabbed my hips, and fucked me hard," she said. "Hard and fast. I couldn't take a ton of that kind of sex, but it actually felt good. I think I just liked that fucking me like that was going to make him cum."

I liked that too.

"When he came he leaned forward and we both sort of collapsed onto the bed with him on top of me and his cock still inside me," she said. "He was breathing so heavily - it was like he was panting - and something about it felt so good. Comforting, almost. I liked that he was still inside me, too. I would have let him stay that way until he went soft, but he pulled out and rolled onto his back."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I rolled over and cuddled with him," she answered. "I rested my head on his chest and ran my fingers over his stomach and down his legs. I caressed his balls a little and even stroked his cock - which was still hard - a little as I thought about it moving in and out of me."

"You sound like an amazing girlfriend."

Piper chuckled. "Thank you. I'm certainly trying to be. Just like he's being a good boyfriend. I mean, I don't even know if he considers himself my boyfriend at this point, but I think he does and he's certainly acting like it."

"Yeah?"

"Well, he made me breakfast this morning. He made an omelette, actually. It was really good, too," she said. "He made this kinda fancy pour over coffee. He even had fresh-squeezed orange juice. I mean, I think he was trying to impress me."

"It sounds like it worked."

She was quiet for a moment. "It did. So much so that I wanted to fuck him again before I left."

My cock throbbed. "Yeah? And he wanted to fuck you, I assume?"

"He did. The fact that I got on my knees in his kitchen and sucked his cock probably helped," she said.

It was astounding to hear my wife talk like that. I couldn't tell if she was turned on and that's what loosened her tongue a little or if she was just warming up to talking like that as she got more comfortable with cuckolding me, but it was really fucking hot.

"Holy shit, you really did that?" I asked.

She laughed. "I did. I knew he wasn't going to turn it down - what guy turns down a blowjob in his kitchen - but I actually felt kind of nervous before doing it. I don't really know why. Maybe because it was morning. Maybe because it felt like the kind of thing I don't normally do. I enjoyed it, though. I enjoyed the look of surprise and then the pleasure on his face. I enjoyed the way he moaned as I blew him. I enjoyed the way his cock got hard in my mouth and then how I could taste his precum as he got more excited."

I felt the jealousy again, mostly because it had been a long, long time since Piper had given me that kind of blowjob. I know that's what tends to happen in a long term marriage, but still, how could I not feel jealous that she was doing it for another man and enjoying it? Of course, with that jealousy came intense arousal.

"He got really hard for me. Really, really hard," she continued. "I told him I wanted him to fuck me. I told him to go grab a condom. I stripped when he left and when he came back I was sitting naked on his kitchen counter. I spread my legs, he put on the condom, and a moment later he was inside me."

My wife got fucked on her boyfriend's kitchen counter. He made her breakfast, she sucked his cock, and then she spread her legs and invited him into her pussy right there on the kitchen counter. Holy fuck!

"Was it good?" I asked.

"It was great," she said. "There's something...something so hot about that kind of wild, spontaneous-feeling sex. The kind you tend to have when you're first with someone. The kind you have because you're overcome with this feeling of absolutely needing to have him inside you, of needing to satisfy that overwhelming desire."

She felt that desire for Cal. She was overwhelmed with desire for him.

"Are you thinking about it?" I asked. "About him fucking you on his kitchen counter?"

"Yes," she replied with a moan. She was masturbating with greater speed. I could hear it. "I'm thinking about his cock thrusting so deep inside me. I'm thinking about him kissing me, about his tongue in my mouth. I'm thinking about him playing with my tits as he fucks me. I'm thinking about him moaning into my mouth. I'm thinking about how good it felt to get fucked like that."

"I'm gonna cum, Piper," I said.

"Cum for me, Joel," she replied. "Cum for me while you think about it too. Think about Cal fucking me. Think about me on his kitchen counter with my legs spread. Think about my boyfriend fucking me! Think about him making me cum! Think about him cumming while he was so fucking deep inside me!"

Piper came. I came too. I came so fucking hard and I did it while picturing everything she talked about. Absolutely everything. It was so goddamn hot.

"Holy shit," I said afterwards. It was all I could think to say because my brain was so awash in pleasure that those were the only words it could manage to spit out.

"Yeah, I know," she replied.

"That was so hot. This is all so hot."

"It is," Piper agreed.

"When's your next date?"

"Not until next Friday. My week is really busy.” She paused before adding, “It feels like such a long time, though.”

"I'm up for more of this anytime you want," I said. "I know it's not the same as being with your boyfriend, but you know, maybe it's a close second. Though I bet Cal would be happy to have phone sex."

She laughed. "I'm sure he would. I think, though, that I prefer phone sex with you. It's really hot."

"I know, right?"

"So, do you have any plans for the rest of your Sunday?" Piper asked.

I told her about my plans and she shared hers with me - she was going out to dinner with a few coworkers - before we spent nearly an hour talking about anything and everything that came to mind before ending the call.

I love my wife. I love that she has a boyfriend. I love that she likes him, that she likes being with him, that she likes being his girlfriend.

Oh, and she didn't wait a week before seeing him again. She saw him yesterday, actually.

I'll give you the update on that in a day or two :)