Long Distance Cuckolding - Part 4

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What a week. What an exciting week.

Let's start on Tuesday. It was a little after 9 p.m. here when I got a message from Piper. She'd sent a picture of her in a red dress. She seemed to be in a fitting room.

The dress was short, tight and strapless. The fabric was ruched, which gave it the illusion of being a little looser while it actually clung to her body like a second skin. It was spectacularly hot and I said so when I replied to her text.

"Yeah, you like it?" she texted back.

"I love it. Cal will love it too," I replied. She hadn't explicitly said it was for her Valentine's Day date, but why else would she be trying on a dress.

Another picture came through. The dress was hanging behind her and Piper was wearing a red lace bra and panty set. I'd never seen it before. She was clearly doing some shopping for Valentine's Day. She looked stunningly sexy. The red was really a good color on her.

"Incredible," I texted. "Is that for Cal too?"

"If things go well, yes," Piper replied.

That's all it took to get me hard. It was no guarantee of anything happening, of course, but I couldn't help but imagine Piper standing in front of another man in that bra and panty set - and looking so fucking hot - and of course I got hard.

"Is it okay with you if I buy the lingerie and the dress for my date?" she asked.

"Yes," I texted. "I love that you want to look good for your date. For Cal. I love that you want him to...well, to want you."

A few minutes passed without a response and I got a little worried that I'd somehow offended her. The longer she went without responding, the more worried I got.

"I hope it's okay that I want that," she finally texted. "It still feels a little weird to want that, but I do."

All the worry washed away and in its place was arousal. "It's so much more than okay that you want him to want you, that you want to look good for him, that you want to buy that new dress and that incredible lingerie for him. It's so, so, so fucking hot, Piper."

"Thank you, Joel," she texted. "I'll call you after my date tomorrow, okay?"

"I can't wait," I replied.

I got another picture the next night. It was of Piper in her Valentine's outfit. The dress looked stunning with a pair of heels to make her legs and ass even hotter. She put a great deal of effort into her hair and makeup, too, which I noted as I stared at the picture while imagining Piper out with Cal.

She didn't call that night. Instead, I got a text: "The date was amazing. I can't wait to tell you all about it. We're heading back to his place now and I have a feeling that I'm going to spend the night. Are you okay with me sleeping with him?"

I loved that she was asking. My heart pounded as I read her message and thought of my wife going to another man's apartment to have sex with him. My mouth actually hung open for a short spell as I read the message a second, third, and fourth times.

"Yes, I'm okay with it," I replied. "I love that it's happening on Valentine's Day, honestly. I hope it's not too weird to say that you sleeping with him - if it happens - would be the best Valentine's gift I've ever gotten."

A few minutes passed before Piper texted again. "We're in an Uber driving back to his place. His hand is on my leg. His fingers are moving just a little over my thigh. It feels so good, Joel. Unless something goes really wrong at his place, I'm going to sleep with him tonight and I'll probably spend the night so we won't be able to talk until tomorrow. I hope that's okay."

"That's amazing," I wrote back. "Have a great night, Piper. And happy Valentine's Day."

She sent back a smiling emoji and that was it. I set my phone down and closed my eyes. I thought of my wife and her date in the backseat of an Uber. I thought of him caressing her inner thigh. I thought of her getting turned on and thinking about sleeping with Cal. I thought about them kissing in the car. I thought about them having sex in every imaginable way. In my mind, they fucked in his living room, on his kitchen table, in his shower, in his bedroom, on his washing machine. It was all so beautiful and my dick was hard as a rock, too.

I contemplated masturbating. I would have cum in an instant. I probably would have done so while staring at the lingerie picture Piper had sent the day before and imagining her posing in that bra and panties for Cal. I held off, though. I liked the idea of denying myself and of making my orgasm the next day even hotter.

I went to bed without hearing from Piper again. I'm three hours ahead of her, though, and I couldn't stay up all night or I'd be useless at work on Thursday.

She texted, though. It was a little after 2 a.m. my time. The ding woke me up. Usually I put my phone on silence but I was honestly hoping she'd text so I didn't mind interrupting my sleep.

"We had sex. It was great. I can't wait to tell you all about it. I'm sorry you'll have to wait until after I get off work. I think we might have sex again before we go to sleep. Happy Valentine's Day, Joel. I love you," she texted.

"I love you too, Piper," I replied. "I can't wait to talk to you tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day."

It took an hour before I feel asleep again. Of course it did. I was hugely aroused and a little bit anxious - my wife was going to spend the night in another man's bed, after all - and I had a million thoughts running through my head. I really was excited to talk to her, though.

I heard from Piper - via text - while I was on my lunch break. "Thank you for encouraging me to find someone while I'm here in San Francisco, Joel. Last night was amazing. Cal's an incredible guy. I really like him. He already asked me out on another date, too, so I think he feels the same way about me. I love you and I'll talk to you tonight."

The anxiety was potent as I read her text. I mean, she'd actually found someone she liked. She'd found a boyfriend, assuming things continue to go well. I was a little surprised at how anxious I felt, though I probably shouldn't have been. I mean, Piper was dating another man while we were 3,000 miles apart.

"I love you too," I texted back. "And I'm so glad things are working out with Cal and that you had such a good time."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that we had sex again this morning," she replied. "It was a quickie, really, but it was good. Really good."

You know the sex is good when it carries over to the next morning. I'm sure you can also imagine that getting anything done for the rest of the day proved damn near impossible for me.

I slogged through the day, headed home, had dinner, and then waited. Again, I'm three hours ahead of Piper so I had to wait for her to get off work, which is why it was nearly 9 p.m. before she called.

My heart started pounding the moment my phone rang. I popped in my ear buds - I wanted to be able to talk hands free - and answered. "Hey," was all I could manage to say.

"Hey," she replied. "How are you?"

A dozen thoughts ran through my head before I said, "I've been thinking about you all day. It was hard to concentrate at work. In a good way, of course, but it was hard. Especially after that text you sent."

She laughed softly. "I have to say, I kind of like that it was hard for you to concentrate, that you were so excited thinking about me. In a way it feels like when we were first together, you know? When I was on your mind all the time. When you were calling and texting and desperate to see me."

She was right. It was a little different, of course, but in many ways it was exactly the same. The excitement level was certainly the same and that felt like half the fun.

"I think I might be even more excited now, to be honest, which is kind of amazing," I said. "I mean, it took me an hour to fall back asleep after your text last night because I was just so excited and turned on as I thought about you and Cal having sex."

I could hear the amusement in her voice as Piper asked, "Really? Did you...you know, take care of yourself?"

"Masturbate? No, I didn't. I thought about it, but I decided it would be more fun to wait," I answered.

"That makes me happy."

I smiled brightly. I'd made the right decision. Plus, I'd learned that Piper preferred that I refrain from masturbating without her. "So, where did Cal take you?"

"It was beautiful, Joel. Beautiful and romantic. It was a restaurant in Sausalito, which is just on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge. It had the most incredible, expansive view of the bay and even a little bit of the sunset. We sat on the outdoor patio and there were lights strung overhead and flowers on every table. It was just...honestly, it was perfect."

She sounded giddy, like her body and mind were still humming with excitement from an exceptional date with her boyfriend. I was excited, but there was a potent undercurrent of anxiety in there, too, as I'm sure you can understand.

"It was a square table, but it was small so we were basically seated next to each other so we were both looking out at the water. Joel ordered a bottle of wine, we picked out appetizers, and then we talked," she continued.

"And the conversation was good?" I asked.

"It was. It really was. The chemistry on our first date wasn't a fluke, as it turns out. I really like talking to him. He's interesting and smart and funny and as far as I can tell, he really likes talking to me. I mean, we were at the restaurant for nearly three hours and we didn't stay that long because the meal took forever. We stayed because it was just really nice to talk to each other," she said.

It's really strange to be turned on and anxious at the same time. Really, really strange. I was fully enmeshed in those feelings as Piper talked about her night out, though. It was a full body experience, too. I mean, I felt things from head to toe.

"It wasn't all talk, though," Piper said.

"Really?" I asked as my pulse quickened.

"Like I said, the restaurant was romantic and we were sitting close enough to touch...and to kiss."

"So you kissed?" I asked.

She laughed softly. "We kissed a lot, actually. I think I forgot what it's like when you're first with someone. When you're so full of...well, desire that you just want to touch them and kiss them and be near them. Honestly, we probably got a little carried away a few times, but no one at the restaurant said anything, probably because it was Valentine's Day."

"Carried away?" I asked.

She paused. "A few of the kisses were really...lustful, I guess. There was quite a lot of tongue."

I imagined my wife in that red dress, sitting at a romantic restaurant with her date and leaning over to kiss him with such passion that she thought they might get in a bit of trouble. Unsurprisingly, excitement followed in the form of a fairly intense erection.

"It felt so good, Joel. To kiss him. To touch him. To feel him touch me. To feel all that desire building as we sat at the restaurant," Piper continued.

"Was it the long dinner, the wine, and the kissing and touching that made you want to sleep with him?" I asked.

"It certainly helped," she said. "When he asked me back to his place for a drink I agreed without a moment's hesitation. Honestly, I would have been disappointed if he hadn't asked. He did, though. I tried not to seem giddy when he asked, but I'm pretty sure I failed. The fact that I kissed him deeply right after he asked probably told him all he needed to know about whether or not he was getting laid."

It was the craziest conversation in the history of our marriage. I mean, it's truly insane to be talking to your wife about her Valentine's Day date with another man, about how she let him know with a kiss that he'd get to have sex with her that night.

"Were you certain of it at that point? Certain that you wanted to have sex with him, I mean?" I asked.

"I was," Piper answered. "I was certain of it halfway through dinner, to be honest. The connection between us, it's so strong, Joel. It's real. My body wanted him, which is why I texted you to let you know."

"I appreciated that," I said. "It wasn't necessary - you don't need my permission for anything you want to do while you're in San Francisco - but I did enjoy you letting me know."

"Yeah?"

I smiled. "I got to spend the rest of my night thinking about you having sex with someone else. About the kissing, the touching, about you stripping out of that dress and showing him the lingerie, about...well, about the other stuff people do when they're about to have sex."

Piper said nothing for a few seconds. Then, she thrilled me. "Other stuff like…like how I took Cal's cock in my mouth last night?"

Fuck. What a thing to hear from the woman you love, and with a hint of lust in her voice to make it even more arousing for me, which I assumed was purposeful. "Is that...did you have him in your mouth?"

"I did," she said. "I'm getting ahead of myself, though."

I could hear a hint of delight in Piper's voice. She was having fun telling me about her night.

"First, we had a drink. At his place, I mean. He has an apartment in the city. It's not big, but it's in a fairly new building and it's really nice. He has a small balcony with a view, a cute little kitchen, and it's actually furnished way nicer than I would have thought. Usually a single guy in a city just buys whatever crappy couch looks comfortable, but Cal's put some real effort into making his apartment feel like a home," she said.

I don't know why, but I felt intensely jealous in that moment. It's such a stupid thing, but the fact that Piper had taken notice of that sort of thing and had been impressed by it set off a bit of insecurity.

"He opened a bottle of wine, poured us both a glass, and then we went out on the balcony. It was a little chilly so he brought a blanket and we cuddled up under it and sat on the little outdoor couch he has. It felt like the perfect way to cap off the date, or at least the part of the date that didn't involve us taking each other's clothes off," she said.

"I hope it's not weird to say that I find it really arousing to think of you cuddled up under a blanket with your date," I replied. "Being so close to him. Drinking wine with him. Doing...I don't know, boyfriend and girlfriend stuff, I guess. It's actually more arousing than I expected it would be, but I really like it."

"It's not weird," Piper assured me. "In fact, it's good, because I really like all that stuff too. I mean, like I said, it's too early to really know, but I think there's real potential with Cal. I really think he could be what you wanted me to have...a boyfriend for my time out here. It's...I mean, it's more than sexual. The chemistry is more than that. I really like him."

I had to take my pants off. In part because I really wanted to masturbate and in part because my dick was so hard that it was starting to hurt in the confines of my underwear.

"But the sexual stuff is good too, yeah?" I asked.

She laughed. "It is. It's really good. And last night it actually got started on the balcony. We'd finished our wine and Cal had set the glasses on the ground. We started kissing. Making out, really. His hands started moving over my body. Mine started moving over his body."

I started stroking my cock a little faster Piper talked.

"His fingers moved between my legs and up under my dress. He rubbed my pussy and I stroked his cock through his pants," she said.

I wanted to ask if he was big. The thought just popped into my head. I resisted, though.

"I got so worked up. I know he could feel how wet I was. I'm certain of it because I was absolutely soaked, Joel. I'd spent the previous three hours soaked. I wanted him...well, I wanted him badly. Joel. I needed him, actually," she explained.

"Did you have him on the balcony?" I asked.

"No. That would be fun, actually, and we might do that at some point, but not last night. No, I stood, took his hand, and told him to take me to his bedroom," she said.

What an incredibly hot thing to hear from your wife. Or my wife, actually, since maybe you wouldn't want to hear that from your wife. I fucking loved it, though. "Did he take you?"

She laughed. "Of course he did. You wouldn't have turned me down, right?"

"Not in a million years."

"Cal didn't either. He led me to his bedroom. We kissed as he unzipped the dress and pushed it to the floor. We kissed as ran his hands over my back and ass while I helped him out of his pants. We kissed as I pushed his underwear down and then he moaned into my mouth as I took hold of his cock and stroked him," she said.

"Holy shit, Piper," I replied.

"I unbuttoned his shirt with...I don't know, hunger," she continued. "Like, I needed him to be naked. I practically tore it off of him and tossed it to the floor. Then he stepped back and for a second I was worried as he didn’t say anything. I didn't need to be, though. He just wanted to look at me, to take me in. His eyes wandered over my body for a few moments and then he told me I looked hot. 'So fucking hot' were his words, actually."

"So he liked the lingerie," I said.

She chuckled. "He really did. He picked me up and put me in his bed. He kissed me while I unhooked my bra. He took my breasts in his hands and he played with them in a way that felt so fucking good. I swear, my pussy got even wetter. He kissed my neck and chest and then he took one of my nipples in his mouth and he did something wondrous with his tongue that felt like it sent electric shocks between my legs."

"I'm so turned on, Piper."

"Me too," she replied. "Do you wanna masturbate together?"

"More than anything."

I heard what sounded like the hasty removal of clothes and a bit of heavy breathing. "He kissed his way down my body - playing with my breasts the whole time - and then pulled my panties aside and pushed his tongue inside me. I moaned, ran my fingers through his hair, and looked down to see wild lust in his eyes before his tongue found my clit."

More jealousy. Lots of jealousy, actually. I don't know why, but I never thought about Cal going down on Piper. It's not like I think of oral sex as my purview or something I should only do, but it seems like it's the unexpected parts of this journey that make me feel the most jealousy.

"It felt so good, Joel. He's so, so, so good with his tongue. He had two fingers inside me, too, and they made it feel even better. I could hear how wet I was, too. How desperate I was for him. He couldn't have been down there long, though, as I basically demanded that he put his cock inside me before long," she said.

"Really?"

"I told him I needed him inside me, actually," she said.

I felt arousal surge through my dick. Like, the stroking actually felt better in the moments after she uttered that sentence. I could hear it playing over and over in my head. My wife telling another man that she needed him inside her. Fuck, what a thing it is to have this fantasy.

"Did he...did you get what you needed?" I asked.

Piper moaned. "I did, baby. He got a condom, put it on quicker than I've ever seen a man put on a condom, and got between my legs. I guided him into my pussy and wrapped my legs around him. He filled me slowly as we kissed. I held him tight as he bottomed out inside me. I felt his pelvis rubbing against my clit. I whispered to him to fuck me."

My wife has urged another man to fuck her. Another man had been inside her and she'd told him to fuck her and she'd done so on Valentine's Day. Holy shit.

"Did he fuck you?" I asked. "Did Cal fuck you?"

She moaned again. "He did." I heard her masturbating. I heard how wet she was. "He fucked me so good, Joel. I was so turned on. I felt it in my whole body. I don't know...I can't explain it. I just felt it everywhere."

She didn't need to explain it. It was the exact same thing I felt in that moment as I listened to my wife detail her first time having sex with her boyfriend.

"Every thrust was...electric. He was so deep inside me and he...I don't know, it's like he knew the perfect pace to maximize my pleasure. He was so attentive, too. We kissed. His hands moved all over my body. He kissed my neck. He played with my breasts. He ran his fingers through my hair. I touched him, too. I wanted to be as deeply connected with him as possible. I wanted to touch him all over, for our bodies to...I don't know, to meld, to connect," she explained.

I actually had to stroke myself slowly for fear of cumming almost instantly. I've never been so turned on. Maybe that's a bad thing - maybe fucking my wife should have been more arousing than hearing about her fucking someone else - but I really felt in the moment like I'd never been so aroused.

"We came together, Joel. It was quick, actually. But of course it was quick. We were both so excited. So turned on. So overwhelmed with desire for each other. And I came so hard. So hard it made my toes curl. So hard I might have screamed loud enough for his neighbors to hear," she said.

I was close. Really close. I hadn't heard the whole story, but I was too close. I had to cum.

"Piper, I'm close. Are you close?" I asked.

"Yes!"

I stroked my cock furiously as my orgasm neared. I grabbed my underwear to catch my load. "Think about him," I said. "Think about Cal while you cum. Think about him fucking you, about how deep he was inside you, about how hard he made you cum."

"The sex was incredible, Joel! He fucked me so good! He fucked your wife so good!"

I came. I came so fucking hard. My body shuddered. Every inch of my cock felt alive with pleasure. Every inch of my body felt alive with pleasure. I grunted and groaned and the orgasm seemed to go on forever.

From what I could hear, Piper had a damn good climax too.

"Thank you, Piper," I said.

"No, thank you, Joel. Really. I can't believe how right you were about me finding a boyfriend. I can't believe how good it is. I can't believe how much better it is knowing that it all excites you, too," she said. "I thought about you last night, you know. I thought about how much you were going to enjoy hearing about my date, about the sex. It made it better for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Honestly. It did. I don't know why, but it did. And the orgasm I just had was incredible, which makes me a very lucky woman," she said.

"You really feel that way?"

"I do," Piper said. "I got to have sex with my boyfriend this morning - really good sex that made me cum really hard - and tonight I got to have phone sex with my husband and I got to cum really hard for a second time today. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world right now."

"Do you think we could talk again tomorrow? Maybe you could tell me about the sex this morning? Or the blowjob, what about the blowjob?" I asked.

She laughed. "I'd be happy to tell you all of that. As a little preview, I'll say that the blowjob happened last night as a prelude to the second time we had sex. It happened in Cal's living room. I'll share the details with you tomorrow, though."

"I can't wait," I said. "I'd love to hear about work and all the other stuff, too. Actually, if you have time I'd love to talk more right now."

"I do have time, and I want to hear everything that's been going on with you."

We spent another hour talking. We caught up on everything not related to her and Cal and then we went off on a dozen different topics, just like we do when she's at home. It was a really great phone date.

Of course, more has happened since then. She's been on another date with Cal. She's had more sex with him. She called today to give me the details on the second date.

I'll be back soon to share those details with you.