Long Distance Cuckolding - Part 3

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It's a strange thing to spend most of your day hoping that your wife will call or text and let you know that she's going on a date with another man. Really strange.

That's how I spent this past week, though. Piper and I text every day - usually multiple times a day - and every time my phone dinged I felt this little rush of excitement - the kind where your heart skips a beat and your dick tingles a little - because I so desperately wanted her to have gotten in touch with Calvin to pursue a relationship with him.

Imagine my delight, then, when Piper sent a simple text message on Thursday: "I have a date on Saturday."

I was at work when I received it. There were a few hours left in the day. I stared at the message and read it over and over and I swear my dick got hard. No touching. No stimulation other than reading those six words and thinking about what might happen on that date.

"With Calvin?" I texted back.

"Yeah."

I was excited, but I didn't want to come off as too excited, you know? I didn't want to seem weird, to put her off the whole thing, so I didn't pester her with all the questions that immediately jumped to mind.

"That's really exciting," I texted in lieu of those questions.

It took a few minutes, but Piper replied. "I know. We'll talk tomorrow night. Maybe you can help me pick an outfit."

I was surprised - and delighted - at her willingness to play into my fantasy. "I'd love that."

Yesterday, she texted again, this time roughly an hour before I was due to leave for work. "Which one do you like best?" she asked.

Four pictures followed, each one of Piper standing in front of the mirror in a different outfit. The first was the red and white sundress she'd modeled for me the night before she left. She wore a pair of chunky heels with it and she managed to look both sexy and cute.

The second outfit was a pair of jeans with a soft-looking white turtleneck sweater. It looked suitable for cool weather and there was something about it that I found exceptionally sexy, perhaps in part because she'd paired it with knee high black leather boots with a three inch heel.

The third outfit consisted of a strapless top and a pair of shorts. Short shorts, really, as they exposed most of her thighs. She wore the chunky heels with that outfit, as well, and the view of her legs was stunning.

In the fourth picture Piper wore a semi-sheer light pink blouse with a white camisole underneath it and a pleated white skirt that I'd never seen before. She paired it with strappy high heels and it looked astoundingly good.

Every single outfit was incredible, which I found thrilling because it meant that Piper was putting real effort into looking good for her date. Her date with another man. Her date that night lead to a relationship while she was in San Francisco. Her date that might very well lead to my cuckold fantasy becoming a genuine reality.

"They're all amazing, Piper," I texted. "You honestly couldn't go wrong and any man would be thrilled to be on a date with a woman wearing any of those outfits. If I had to choose, though, I'd go with the sundress."

"I thought you might," she replied. "Call me when you get home from work."

I called Piper the moment I got home. The moment I pulled into the garage, actually.

"Hey there," she said.

"Hey."

I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I wasn't quite sure what to say - again, I didn't want to freak her out with my excitement - so I waited to see where Piper wanted to take the conversation.

"So...I just wanted to make sure that you're really okay with this," she said.

I smiled. "Yes, Piper, I'm more than okay with it. I really am. I'm excited. It's...I don't know, it's just really exciting to me. I can't explain why. I just know it's exciting."

I tossed my bag on the kitchen table and stood there waiting for her to say something. Every second that passed in silence felt like a minute.

Her voice was soft as she said, "I'm excited too."

I felt that tingly kind of arousal. "Really?"

"Mmm hmm. I've actually been texting with Cal for most of the week. I didn't say anything because I didn't know if anything would come of it...but I...I like him, Joel. I mean, I feel like there's a real connection."

My heart was beating so hard. I opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and popped the top before heading to the living room and sinking into the couch. My dick wasn't hard, but I was so turned on it felt like I should have been hard.

"What do you text about?" I asked.

"A little bit of everything, honestly," she replied. "Last night we were texting about True Detective, believe it or not. We're both watching the most recent season and we were sharing theories about it. The day before that he was telling me a little bit about his job at a startup out here. Mostly about what he does on a day to day basis."

It struck me that they were texting very much like boyfriend and girlfriend. I suppose, though, that I was really just letting my fantasy take over because that's what I wanted Piper and Cal to be.

I also experienced genuine jealousy about the True Detective stuff. That was a show we'd watched the first few episodes of together before she left and here she was chatting about it with another guy. To my surprise, though, there was something kind of exciting about the jealousy.

"We've talked a few times, too," Piper added. "There's something...easy about it. Things just flow. We get along, you know? That's why I agreed to the date."

"He asked you?"

"He did. Yesterday, actually. He asked if he could take me out on Saturday afternoon," she replied. "I told him it would make me very happy if he did."

Again I felt that excitement, this time with a dash of jealousy. "Does he know you're married?" I asked. "Not that you need to tell him."

"He knows," she said. "I explained everything, actually. After he asked me on a date. I told him I'd love to go, but that he should know that I was married and that my husband was okay with me dating someone else while I was in San Francisco."

"And he had no problem with that?" I asked.

"Not at all, actually. He told me he found me irresistible, that he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off me in the club and that he hadn't stopped thinking about me since that night," Piper said. "He said you were a lucky man, too."

I smiled. "I am. A very lucky man."

I heard her breathing for a few seconds before Piper asked, "Yeah? Do you really feel that way?"

"I do. I know it seem a little crazy or hard to understand, but I feel genuinely lucky that you're going on a date with another man tomorrow. I mean, I barely understand why it’s so exciting to me, but it is," I answered.

"So, like, does it turn you on?" she asked.

"It does. It's the weirdest thing, but it turns me on to think about you going on a date with him. I got so excited when I saw the text," I said. "The more I think about it, the more it turns me on."

"What do you think about?" Piper asked softly.

A dozen thoughts ran through my head at the same time. I picked out a few to share. "I think about you in that incredible sundress. I think about you holding hands with him while walking through the park. I think about him stopping to kiss you, about his hands on your hips or your lower back or your ass while you press your body into his and lose yourself in the kiss. I think about you feeling desire for him and about him feeling the same thing for you. I think about you finding a quiet little spot in the park and him pulling up the back of the dress to play with your ass or...or..."

"Or my pussy?" Piper asked.

"Fuck...yes," I replied.

"So...Cal kissed me and touched me a little in the club and obviously you didn't have a problem with that. If things went a little further tomorrow, if I wanted to do a little more with him...if the chemistry in person is really good, you'd be okay with that?" she asked.

It wasn't entirely clear what she was getting at, but I took her question to be asking if I was okay with her having sex with Cal even if that seemed unlikely for a first date. My feelings were unequivocal. "Yes, I'd be okay with that. With whatever going a little further means, I'd be okay with it."

"I feel...I feel desire for him," she said.

What an incredible thing to hear your wife say. Just fucking incredible. "I like that," I replied.

"Yeah? You really don't mind that I have...I don't know, a thing for another guy?" she asked.

"I love that, Piper. I really do," I answered.

"So, should I call you after my date is over?"

"Yes. Please. No matter how it goes, please call," I said.

"I will. I love you, Joel. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"I love you too," I replied.

The call ended. I set my phone down, took a long sip of my beer, and contemplated masturbating. Ultimately I decided against it, preferring instead to assume the date would go well and I'd be armed with far more masturbatory fuel after the call.

That takes us to today. To the date. To the call afterwards.

It was a little after 7 p.m. my time when Piper called and she'd left for the date four hours earlier, so right away I assumed things had gone well.

"Hey," I said. "How did it go?" I couldn't really contain my excitement. I was desperate to hear how the date had gone.

"It went really well," Piper replied. "Really, really well. Better than I expected, honestly."

This incredible sensation worked its way through me. Excitement, arousal, happiness. They were all in there and it was potent. Really potent.

"So...you went to the park. How was that?"

"Actually, we had a picnic in the botanical garden at the park," Piper said. "Cal told me to meet him there and the picnic was a surprise. He went all out, too. He had a basket and a blanket for us to sit on. He made all the food and he managed to sneak some wine into the basket - despite it being against park rules - and he'd already picked out the most beautiful spot with an incredible view and these gorgeous flowers all around us."

She seemed smitten. Completely and utterly smitten. It was so exciting.

"He laid out the blanket in the grass and we sat on it. He didn't open the basket right away, though. We talked a little and he told me - a few times, actually - how beautiful I was and how good I looked in the dress."

"Did that make you feel good?" I asked.

"Better than I would have thought, actually," Piper replied as my excitement built. "I wanted him to think I looked good, to be attracted to me, Joel. I wanted it even more than I'd thought, honestly, so when he said it - when he kept saying it - it felt so good."

I know it's unusual to get excited as your wife describes her date with another man, but I don't give a damn. I was so fucking excited.

"He kissed me," she said. "After telling me how beautiful I was. He reached up, gently brushed my hair behind my ear, and kissed me. It was so much better than the kiss in the club, Joel. It was soft and slow and sensual. I...well, I hope it's okay to say that it really turned me on."

"Yes, that's okay. That's definitely okay," I replied, eliciting a laugh.

"He pulled out all the picnic stuff after the kiss. He'd made a few salads, pita breads stuffed with chicken and a really delicious mushroom and olive spread, a dip with fresh vegetables, and then strawberries and homemade whipped cream for dessert," Piper explained. "And wine, of course."

"It sounds delicious."

"It was. I was impressed, honestly. There's something nice about a man that knows how to cook," she said.

That prompted a wave of jealousy, in no small part because I could hear the genuine appreciation in Piper's voice. Again, she was clearly smitten after her first date with Cal.

"So you ate and talked, I assume?" I asked.

"We did. We talked about a little of everything, honestly. Growing up. College experiences. Our first jobs. Our favorite jobs. He told me about the girl he fell in love with freshman year at college. I told him about the guy I was head over heels for during my freshman year," she said. "In a lot of ways it was an ideal first date, at least as far as getting to know each other goes. It was only a few hours, but I already feel like I know a ton about Cal...and I like all of it."

It's hard to fully explain how strange and thrilling it is to hear your wife offer the details of her first date with another man, but suffice to say that I just...felt more during that conversation than I had in years. I was excited. I was nervous. I was angsty. I was jealous. I was turned on. At certain points I felt everything at the same time. It was stunning and so fucking incredible.

"He asked about you, about us," Piper said.

"Yeah?"

"I think he wanted to make sure that I was being truthful, that I wasn't just cheating on my husband. I explained everything. About your fantasy. About what we'd talked about before I left. About how I'd told you about last weekend at the club and how we'd talked and texted about my date with Cal this week. I showed him some of the texts, actually, just to make sure he knew I wasn't lying, that going on a date with him was actually my way of fulfilling my husband's fantasy," Piper explained.

"It is, you know. It really is," I said.

"Yeah? You don't mind listening to me talk about my date with Cal? You don't mind hearing the excitement in my voice?" she asked.

"I love it, Piper," I answered. "I do. I'm so...excited. Turned on, for sure, but it's more than that. It's deeper than that. It's...I don't really know how to explain it, but it's just this deep level of excitement."

She paused for a moment before replying, "I wonder if it's the same kind of thing I feel. The excitement of a really good first date. The excitement of thinking about how good it felt when he kissed me, when he touched me."

"How...how did he touch you?" I asked.

"We kissed throughout the picnic, actually. He'd lean over and kiss me every so often and I couldn't help but do the same. It wasn't until later - until after we'd packed up the food and finished the wine - that he touched me. I guess you could say we were making out, because it wasn't just one little kiss. It was lots of kissing. It was...well, there was tongue involved."

I had to stroke my cock. I did it through my pants, but I had to stroke it. "Were you turned on?"

"Really turned on. Like, head to toe turned on."

"And that's when...when he touched you?" I asked.

"Well, he'd touched me a little during the picnic. A hand on my waist. A hand on my arm. Brushing a hair away from eyes. That sort of thing. But when we were making out he let his hands wander a little. The first time he touched my breasts it was...it was thrilling, Joel. I actually moaned. That seemed to encourage him and he squeezed them a little, though only over my dress. That's when I felt the most like I was back in college, you know? Like I was still exploring what felt good with guys, what I wanted them to do, what I wanted to do to them," she said.

I had my eyes closed. I pictured Piper on a picnic blanket in her sundress. I pictured her kissing a guy while he played with her tits in the dress and my dick was so fucking hard.

"As we kept kissing one of his hands moved to my legs," she continued. "They were closed, but the moment he touched me I spread them a little. It was instinctual, actually. I didn't even think about it."

"Did he take the hint?" I asked while rubbing my dick vigorously.

"He did," Piper said. "His fingers moved up my thigh. His touch...Joel...it was incredible. It was like he'd found a direct connection to my...well, to my pussy. It tingled as he touched me and there was a point where it felt like it was screaming at me, at him. Like it was demanding pleasure."

"Did he...did he make it to your pussy?" I asked.

She didn't say anything and I worried I'd gone a step too far. Then she said, "He did. He took his time - maybe he was just trying to be sure that I wanted to be touched there on our first date - but eventually he found my panties and rubbed my pussy through them."

Holy shit. What a fucking thing to hear from your wife. What a turn on.

"Did it feel good?" I asked.

"It felt incredible, Joel," she answered. "I don't know if he could feel how wet I was, but I was soaked. Completely soaked. I moaned when he rubbed my pussy. I moaned loudly, too. It felt so good that I couldn't help it. I really couldn't."

"Can I...can I masturbate, Piper?" I asked.

She didn't answer right away and I panicked. I didn't have to, though. There was genuine joy in her voice when she asked, "Does this really turn you on that much?"

"Absolutely. It really does," I said.

"Then yeah, you can masturbate," she replied.

I pulled my pants off and took my stiff cock in my hand. There was more than enough precum to lube my shaft and it felt so fucking good that I moaned.

"That sounds kind of like the way I moaned," she said. "Only I did it with Cal's tongue in my mouth, which somehow made it hotter for me."

"The whole thing sounds so hot. So fucking hot."

"It was, and I was so turned on. I honestly hoped that he'd pulled my panties aside and finger me. I wanted it so badly and I was certain I would have cum in an instant. I think he would have done it, too, but we heard people talking. We'd been alone to that point, so he pulled his hand from between my legs and we stopped kissing right as a group of four people came over the hill and walked past us," she said.

The fact that they'd stopped meant they were unquestionably getting hot and heavy.

"We both laughed and I happened to look down and see that he was hard. Or that there was a bulge that looked an awful lot like he was hard," Piper said.

"Did you like that you'd made him hard?" I asked.

"I did. There was something about it...about seeing it...it turned me on even more, Joel. Like, I actually felt my desire get to this place where it seemed a little out of control, or like it might get out of control," she explained.

My dick felt harder than it ever had at that point, which I imagine was entirely because I'd never been so turned on. It was honestly the most incredible sensation.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"After the group walked by us, after they were well out of sight, I straddled Cal," she answered. "I got on top and kissed him. I felt his cock pressing into me. I started to...well, I guess you could say I dry humped him. I was grinding all over him and again it was like I was back in college. I can't even explain how good it felt. I mean, fuck."

"Do you want to masturbate with me?" I asked.

"Yes."

I heard Piper strip and then a moan filled my ears. A moment later I heard the distinct sound of wetness as she pleasured her pussy.

"When you were on top, did you think about having him inside you?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "I...I want that, Joel. I want him in that way."

"You want to have sex with him?" I asked as my pulse raced and my dick throbbed.

"Yes, I want Cal to fuck me," she said. "Today was so perfect. It felt so good. And I...well, I actually came while we were dry humping in the park."

"Holy shit, really?" I asked.

"Yes," Piper answered before moaning. "I couldn't believe it. I was so turned on and the grinding felt so good that I came."

Another man had given her an orgasm. My wife had cum with another man. Holy fuck. I was so turned on. So fucking turned on.

"I don't know if it matters, but I'd love it if you fucked him," I said. "You're free to do whatever you want, whenever you want, but just know that I'd be really turned on if you called me and told me that you and Cal had fucked."

She moaned. Loudly. "Mmm, thank you baby. I love knowing that you're okay with this. That you're on board with this. That you want me to...to explore with Cal. To have fun with him. To...oh god...to fuck him."

"Did you schedule another date?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered. "He's taking me to dinner on Wednesday. I imagine he'll invite me back to his place afterwards. We'll have a drink. We'll fool around. I imagine he'll want to take me to his bedroom."

"Will you want to go to his bedroom?" I asked.

"I don't know," Piper answered. "It feels like it's moving so fast, like it's a little crazy to let it move so fast." She moaned. "But...god, Joel, I'm so turned on. He turns me on so much. I like him so much. I want him. I do. I want him. I want to...I want him to fuck me, Joel. I do."

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

"Because I want Cal to fuck me? Is that why you're close? Because you're thinking about me and my boyfriend fucking in his bed?" she asked.

It was using the word 'boyfriend' that put me over the top. Everything about it was hot, of course, but it was that particular word and everything it implied that had me crying out in pleasure.

"Yes! Fuck, that's so hot, Piper," I said before quickly adding, "Oh, shit, I'm cumming!"

I had an orgasm for the ages. The kind of orgasm that makes people want to write poetry about its pleasures. The kind of orgasm that made it impossible to utter a single word or think about anything other than the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.

Piper came too. She said something but I couldn't really hear it. I was just so caught up in my orgasm. I loved that she came too, though. I loved the whole thing.

Afterwards I listened to her breathing and looked down to watch my chest rise and fall as my breaths were just as deep as hers. I imagined being there with her, having her cuddled up next to me. It was quite pleasing.

"So...you know that Wednesday is Valentine's Day, right?" she asked.

I hadn't thought about it. It put a smile on my face. "I do now."

"And you're okay with me going on a date with Cal on Valentine's Day?" she asked.

"I am, actually. I mean, I know you've only been on one date, but if this ends up being a relationship then it would probably be really nice that you guys went out for Valentine's Day, and maybe it would be really nice if the first time you had sex was on Valentine's Day," I said.

She moaned softly. "I agree. But, I'm honestly not sure if I'm ready for that, so don't count on it happening on Wednesday, okay?"

"You move at whatever pace you're comfortable with, Piper. I promise, no matter what happens, I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Joel," she replied.

"And thank you for the orgasm. That was incredible."

She laughed softly. "It really was. Let's talk again tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, we'll talk then."

I set my phone aside, took a deep breath, and then smiled as brightly as I've ever smiled. I was so fucking happy.

I really hope things work out with Cal. It would be amazing if they had sex on Wednesday, but there's no guarantee of that and I'm just fine with that. I mean, with any luck, this thing will go on for the entire four months she's in San Francisco. That would be amazing.

I'll update you after their date. See you then.