The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 23

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“Do you have a favorite?” Andrew asked one evening. “Of the guys you sleep with, I mean.”

We were on the couch and he had one of my feet in his lap and was offering up a heavenly massage while we watched a rather uninspiring show on Netflix, which was perhaps why the question popped into his mind.

“Good question,” I said. “I’m not sure I do, though. All three of them offer me something different, to be honest, so I suppose you could say they each serve an entirely different purpose in fulfilling my sexual needs.”

“What purpose does Ethan serve?” Andrew asked.

I smiled as I saw a hint of insecurity bubble up in my cuckold husband. I couldn’t help but want to push him a little. “Does it bother you that I’m fucking a younger man, Andrew?”

He shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t say it bothers me.”

“But you feel something when you think about Ethan fucking me, don’t you?” I asked.

“I guess I do, I just don’t know what it is,” he answered. “I don’t know, you just seem a little different when you come home from being with him. Like he somehow satisfies you more than the others.”

“He doesn’t,” I said. “It is different with Ethan, though. It’s a combination of his youth and his body, to be honest. He’s muscular and athletic. He fucks in a way an older guy really can’t. He uses his body like it’s an instrument of pleasure, and when I’m with him I want him to unleash everything that instrument has to offer. I don’t want him to have sex with me. I don’t want him to make love to me. I want him to fuck me, Andrew. I want him to fuck me until my pussy is sore. I want him to deplete all of his energy fucking me. Honestly, sometimes I want to feel completely overwhelmed by it. So yes, I probably do seem different when I come home from being fucked by Ethan, particularly when we have a little more time together and I can let him have me multiple times.”

It looked as if Andrew’s insecurity had largely disappeared. Either that or it had simply been overwhelmed by a sense of desire, because I could see it all over his face. He was absolutely caught up in lust, presumably because he was thinking about Ethan fucking me in a way Andrew was genuinely incapable of.

If he wanted, Andrew could probably summon the ability to have sex with me like Taylor does. He could probably summon the ability to fuck me like Aaron does. He could not, under any circumstances, fuck me like Ethan does. He simply couldn’t. He’s not capable of it. Most men aren’t. Because he’s a cuckold, Andrew finds his inadequacy arousing. It’s really quite wonderful, to be honest, as it means that I get to fuck Ethan all I want and that my husband will find it all impossibly thrilling.

“Would you like to watch Ethan fuck me, Andrew?” I asked. “Would you like to watch your wife give her body to a younger man? Would you like to watch him use my body for his pleasure and mine?”

He looked up at me as his fingers delivered a beautiful massage. His eyes were wide open and I could see his cuckold-fueled lust simmering beneath the surface.

“I love it when he takes me from behind,” I said. “I’m pretty sure he’s fucked me doggystyle every time we’ve been together. There’s just something so hot about Ethan grabbing my hips and pounding my pussy with wild abandon. There’s just something so sexy about his eagerness to fuck me. Did you know that I’m the only woman he fucks? He’s gorgeous, Andrew. He could fuck anyone he wanted, and I’m the only one he wants. My pussy is the only one he craves. I’m the one he wants to satisfy his sexual desires, and I can’t tell you how much that turns me on, that I’ve managed to captivate that gorgeous young man.”

“Is that why you’ve been seeing him more often the past few weeks?” Andrew asked.

I nodded. “I want to make sure he’s satisfied. It will flame out soon enough, I’m sure, but for now I absolutely want to make sure he’s satisfied. That’s why I tend to go to him when he texts. Why wouldn’t I?”

Andrew ran his fingers up my calf and I closed my eyes as I enjoyed one of the many benefits of my husband’s eagerness to please me. I’m not entirely sure why, but I was feeling generous, so after enjoying the rub for a little while longer I pulled my feet away and crawled towards Andrew. I ran my fingers up his legs – an action that put a smile on his face – and then over his shorts to grasp his cock as I crawled closer.

“You’re still enjoying being a cuckold, aren’t you Andrew?” I asked. He nodded and I kissed his neck as I massaged his cock to an erect state. “You don’t mind that three different men fuck me more often than you do, right?”

“No, I don’t,” he answered. “Not at all. I like it, in fact.”

I unbuttoned his shorts, tugged on the zipper, and pushed a hand into his underwear. I took him in my fingers and stroked him slowly as I watched a wonderful kind of pleasure move over his face. It’s a different kind of pleasure, too. It’s not like with the other men in my life. There’s something about Andrew’s cuckold-fueled pleasures that feels more potent, and I suspect it is. After all, it’s driven by kink, which seems to take him to a higher level of arousal than the rest of us achieve.

I like that I’m responsible for that arousal. I love that, in fact. I like that I can push my hand into his underwear, take hold of his cock, and make him feel that sort of wild desire simply because he knows that I fuck other men. Plus, I can talk about my lust for other men and I can drive Andrew even deeper into that sense of lust.

“You know what I really enjoy with Taylor?” I asked.

“What’s that?” Andrew replied.

I moaned softly and kissed his neck. “I like sucking his cock. In fact, I love sucking his cock in a way I don’t with Ethan and Aaron. I like giving them head too, of course, but there’s something about Taylor that makes going down on him thrilling. It gets me wet every time, Andrew. Sometimes it leaves me soaked, especially when I suck his cock while he’s sitting on his front porch. I don’t know why, but I love doing that.”

I know I told you about the first time I’d done that, but it’s happened several more times since and there really is something about it that I love. It feels kind of naughty, and Taylor is the sort of man that inspires me to want to get on my knees for him. It really does make me wet, too, which is always a nice side effect.

“Do you like that I get off on sucking Taylor’s cock, Andrew?” I asked. “Does my cuckold husband like that I can’t get enough of having another man’s big, beautiful cock in my mouth?”

“Yes,” Andrew said. I swear, I could feel his body vibrating with pleasure. I was taking him on that journey he loved to go on.

“Of course, you know that I love it when Taylor cums inside me,” I continued. “I still love it. Every single time it feels like it’s the first time. Every time I get excited when I see his bare cock moving towards my pussy. Every time he enters me it feels like my body comes alive with lust, like it craves his cum deep inside me, like he’s giving me a great reward by unleashing his load in my pussy.”

“Lily…” Andrew said, but he was really just expressing his desire. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand. He was getting closer to cumming. I was drawing him nearer to the point of no return and I was doing an exceptionally good job of it.

“Is that your favorite part, Andrew? Do you love that your wife lets another man cum in her married pussy?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered.

The more turned on he got, the more generous I felt, which is why I removed his shorts and got on my knees in front of the couch. I looked up at Andrew and wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock before leaning forward and taking him in my mouth. His face came alive with equal parts pleasure and surprise as I swirled my tongue around the throbbing head. I think it had been an exceptionally long time since I’d given him a blowjob and the experience was clearly one he’d missed.

“Can you believe how much has changed in such a short time, Andrew?” I asked as I stroked his now spit-soaked cock. “It wasn’t that long ago that we were a fairly normal married couple with a fairly boring sex life. Now you’re a cuckold and I’m a hotwife with three different men that fuck me more often than you do.”

“I know,” he said. “It’s amazing.”

I smiled. “Is it? Is this the life you want, Andrew? Your wife offering her body to whomever she pleases while you wait at home like a good cuckold?”

Andrew nodded vigorously. “Yes. That’s the life I want, Lily. That’s the life I’ve come to love.”

His cock was remarkably stiff in my hand. The head had turned a little bit purple and it throbbed beautifully as I stroked him. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against it before offering slow, sensual kisses while Andrew moaned and groaned from the stimulation of his stiffness.

“If you could pick, who would I fuck next?” I asked.

“Taylor,” Andrew answered without hesitation.

I licked my way from the base to the tip of his cock, sucked on the head a little, and then asked, “And why is that?”

Andrew hesitated and he wouldn’t look at me, instead choosing to focus on his cock and the sight of my fingers moving up and down it.

“Is it because you like cleaning his cum out of me, Andrew?” I asked. I was almost certain that was the reason. “Is that what it is? Does cleaning Taylor’s hot cum out of your wife’s pussy turn you on more than anything?”

He looked a little embarrassed, but Andrew nodded. “Yes,” he said.

I ran my thumb over the underside of his cock and watched his mouth open before a low moan of pleasure escaped. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back and I felt this incredible sense of control over him. Yes, I was on my knees in front of him, but I was the one in control. I was the one that decided how much pleasure he got to experience. I was the one that decided if he got to cum and it was intoxicating.

“Did you fantasize about that before I cuckolded you?” I asked. “Did you stroke this cock of yours and fantasize about licking a superior man’s thick cum from my cunt?”

“No,” Andrew answered. “I really didn’t. But then…but then it happened and it was…I don’t know, it was incredible.”

“So that’s why you want me to fuck Taylor? So you can lick his cum out of me?” I asked.

“Yes,” Andrew said.

“You know, if I’m really the only woman Ethan is fucking, I could start letting him cum inside me too,” I replied with a smile. “Then you could eat the cum of two men out of your wife. Would you enjoy that, Andrew? Would you enjoy eating multiple loads of cum out of my pussy every week?”

I actually felt his legs tremble. He was so turned on at the idea of eating Ethan and Taylor’s cum out of me that he was trembling. It was incredible.

“Yes,” he answered.

I pulled my thumb from his cock and leaned forward. I showered the head with kisses and gave him a little love with my tongue, too. I teased him, really. I didn’t want him to cum, I just wanted him to feel desperate for an orgasm.

“So should I talk to Ethan about getting tested and staying faithful to me?” I asked.

“Yes, please,” Andrew answered.

“That might mean I’d have to fuck him even more than I already do,” I said.

“That would be amazing,” Andrew replied.

I smiled and sucked on the head of his cock a little, producing a lusty moan before I said, “Because you’d get to clean to clean me every time he fucked me, Andrew? Is that why you’re suddenly excited about me fucking Ethan? Because you’ve become a fucking cum slut?”

He looked like he was about to cum. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, but no sound came out, like he was so wrapped up in pleasure that his body couldn’t spare the energy to make even a little bit of noise. Because of that, I figured I’d push him a little further. After all, it seemed that he thoroughly enjoyed a little cum-focused dirty talk.

“Is that what you are, Andrew? Are you a cum slut?” I asked.

He moaned, but he didn’t say a word.

“You’ve swallowed more cum in the past few weeks than I have,” I said. “If I let Ethan start cumming inside me, you’ll end up swallowing more cum than most women. You’ll be a cum slut, Andrew. You’ll be a cum hungry cuckold. Is that what you want, Andrew? Do you want to be a cum hungry cuckold?”

“Yes,” he finally admitted. “Fuck, Lily, yes, I’m a fucking cum slut.”

I swallowed his cock. I was so delighted with his willingness to express his desire that I took him in my mouth, swallowed his cock, and sucked him until he came, which took less than thirty seconds. It was a big load – it had been a while since I’d let him cum – but I caught it all on my tongue.

I didn’t swallow, though. Of course I didn’t swallow. Instead, I stood up and moved towards Andrew. I reached up to caress his face and laid on top of him. I pressed my lips against his and he knew what I wanted. He opened his mouth and I parted my lips. I fed him his load. I did it slowly so he didn’t get overwhelmed, but I fed him his load, and when I’d transferred it all to his eager mouth we shared a long tongue kiss that made his cum a little bit foamy and extra messy.

“Swallow,” I said when I pulled away. “Swallow like a good cum slut.”

Andrew swallowed, just like a good cum slut would.

“Were you serious about wanting to eat Ethan’s cum out of me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Good. I’ll text him right now and see if he’s willing to promise that I’m the only woman he’s going to fuck,” I said.

It won’t surprise you to know that Ethan was more than happy to make that commitment, which means Andrew now gets to clean even more cum out of me. Isn’t he a lucky cuckold?