The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 22

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“Does Jeff ever disappoint you?” I asked Savannah as we stepped out into her backyard with our cocktails.

“Can you be more specific?” she asked.

I laughed. “Yes, of course. A few days ago Andrew got a little short-tempered with me. He told me I was paying too much attention to the other men in my life and not enough attention to him. He yelled at me, actually. It blossomed into a fight – a fairly brief fight, but still a fight – and about an hour later he apologized profusely for losing his temper, but the apology didn’t erase what he’d done or the anger I felt.”

We sat at the beautiful reclaimed wood table in Savannah’s backyard and she took a sip of her drink before adjusting her sun hat and asking, “What was the source of your anger, if you don’t mind me asking?”

I’d thought about it quite a bit the night it happened, so I had an answer at the ready. “Honestly, I think it’s because I thought he might have been right and I hated that I hadn’t even considered that I wasn’t giving him the attention he needs. I was angry because I was defensive about falling short as Andrew’s wife.”

Savannah tilted her head towards the sun, smiled, and said, “It’s an odd thing, isn’t it? Our husbands have effectively freed us to pursue whatever pleasure we seek, and yet a hotwife does have a duty to tend to her husband’s needs, at least to a certain degree. And yet, we’ve been set free because our husbands aren’t capable of meeting our needs, at least when compared to the other men we sleep with. Though, to be honest, there’s no excuse for yelling at you. Andrew should have simply talked to you, unless he tried to do that and you ignored him.”

“He didn’t try,” I said. “He just let his frustration build up to the point that it poured out of him in a particularly nasty way.”

“For what it’s worth, Jeff has the same difficulties from time to time,” Savannah replied. “I do my best to tend to his knees, but sometimes I’m just not in the mood. Sometimes I just want to fuck another guy, come home, and go to sleep. I don’t want to give Jeff a handjob while I tell him about how someone else fucked me so much better than him. But, I also recognize that when I’m letting Jeff down as his hotwife when I’m not in the mood to give him what he wants.”

As it turns out, it’s easy to neglect a cuckold, and I’m pretty sure I’d been guilty of it. Other things were competing for my attention – outside of my ever-growing sex life – and Andrew’s needs got pushed aside a little, which is why he got so frustrated with me.

“You know,” Savannah said, “I don’t know if it’s possible, but it kind of feels like you need to both punish and reward Andrew.”

“Punish him?” I asked.

Savannah looked at me and said, “Yes, punish him. Some marriages are balanced and some aren’t. Mine isn’t. Yours isn’t. No marriage where the man has revealed himself to be a cuckold can be balanced. Not really. Andrew could have expressed his unhappiness in a way that didn’t involve yelling at you. It was inexcusable, so I wonder if he should be punished somehow.”

“I don’t think denial would work,” I replied. “That would only deepen his frustration. I’m certainly not going to spank him or anything of that sort. Do you have any ideas?”

“You could make him suck cock for you,” Savannah suggested.

I nearly did a spit take. We’d talked about the possibility of bisexual play before, but Andrew had never expressed any interest. “That seems a bit extreme, to be honest. I could see something like that ruining a man.”

“Or it could remind him that he’s a cuckold and that he really shouldn’t be yelling at his wife about anything,” Savannah countered. “Though I suppose I can see how it might change a man in ways he wouldn’t necessarily want to be changed if his wife watched him suck cock.”

“Would you ever make Jeff suck cock for you?” I asked.

“I would,” Savannah replied. “But that’s only because I’m pretty sure Jeff would enjoy it. Not giving a blowjob, per se, but doing it because I wanted him to. I think he’s a little further along that path than Andrew is, to be honest. I’ve been cuckolding him for longer. It wasn’t really intentional on my part, but I’ve fucked so many men that are superior to Jeff that it’s hard not to see him and treat him like he’s a little bit inferior, at least compared to the other men I’ve been with since I started cuckolding him. I love him to death and I honestly couldn’t see leaving him, but I could absolutely see making him suck cock for me someday.”

The thing is, Savannah was absolutely right about the way cuckolding your husband can change the way you see him. I’m sure it doesn’t happen in every case, but it was happening for me. It’s not a bad thing. It really isn’t. It’s just a change. What’s interesting is that it’s a change that ensures more cuckolding will happen in the future, because now that I see Andrew as a man that finds intense pleasure in licking someone else’s cum out of my pussy, it’s hard to see him as the kind of man that can truly fuck me the way I need to be fucked. I suppose he could never really do that – not like the other men I’ve been with since I started cuckolding him – so Savannah really was spot on. Cuckolding changes the way a woman looks at her husband, and I suppose that watching Andrew suck cock for me might not actually change the way I saw him. Not much, at least.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said.

“What question?” Savannah replied.

“Does Jeff ever disappoint you?” I asked.

Savannah laughed. “Oh, yeah, I didn’t. The answer is yes. He does. Sometimes it’s in very small ways, like when he begs me to give him an orgasm. There’s just something so unappealing about a man begging when I haven’t prompted him to beg. You know, now that I think of it, there was one time where he had the same sort of fit that Andrew seemed to have. There might have even been a little bit of yelling.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I yelled right back at him,” Savannah said. “I’m pretty sure I emasculated him, too, if I’m being honest. I don’t remember it clearly, but I think I told him that I had plenty of options if he wasn’t up to the task of being the husband I needed him to be. It was not my finest moment, but he apologized immediately. I’m pretty sure he went down on me soon after, too. I guess there’s no one right way to deal with a situation like this, though I agree that you can’t just deny him long term. You could probably deny him an orgasm if you gave him some attention, though. I think that’s what he wants more than anything. If you’re busy fucking Taylor and Ethan at your whim and Andrew’s not even getting any of your time he’s probably just worried that you’re going to leave him, you know?”

I hadn’t thought about that, almost entirely because I hadn’t thought about leaving Andrew. I can’t imagine ever doing that. He’s a wonderful husband. He’s a kind man. Plus, he’s the one that opened my eyes to the joy of cuckolding. I love having sex with Taylor and spending time with him, but I wouldn’t want to be married to him. I love fucking Ethan when I’m in the mood to get pounded by a strong young man, but I couldn’t be married to him. I love how insanely kinky I get when I see Aaron, but I’m pretty sure being married to him would be awful.

“This has been a very helpful conversation,” I said. “Thank you, Savannah. Truly, thank you. I honestly can’t imagine how you would be a better friend.”

“I could punish your husband,” she replied with a smile. “I agree with you that I don’t want to spank my husband, but I honestly feel like I’d have no trouble spanking yours, and I’d honestly have no trouble sending Jeff over to you for the same treatment. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea, but I’d definitely do it.”

I honestly couldn’t tell if she was kidding, but there was no way I was spanking Andrew, even if Savannah was the one doing it for me. His behavior did need to be corrected – our relationship dynamic had changed since I’d cuckolded him and he really needed to behave as if that was the case – but a spanking wasn’t the way to do it. I did have a few ideas, though. I just had to pick the right one.

It was a Wednesday night. Andrew was due home from work in just a few minutes. I was in our bed. Taylor was in our bed with me. In fact, Taylor was inside me. He was making love to me in our bed.

I smiled when I heard the garage door opener come to life. I was exceptionally close to my orgasm, but I wanted to hold off. I wanted Andrew to hear his wife having sex with another man as he stepped into the house. I wanted him to hear my moans. I wanted him to hear Taylor’s moans as he neared that moment where he’d cum inside me.

“Is that Andrew?” Taylor asked.

I smiled and nodded. “It is. Don’t cum yet. Hold off. I want him in the room when we cum.”

Taylor kissed me and said, “I’ll do anything you want, Lily.”

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close. I ran one hand down his back and the other through his hair as his thick cock moved in and out of my exceptionally wet pussy. Our bodies melded together in a way I’ve come to adore, and in a way that doesn’t really happen with anyone else I have sex with.

I heard Andrew’s footsteps coming down the hallway. I hadn’t told him I’d be inviting Taylor over, but I no longer inform him of every single time I’ll be cuckolding him, so it wasn’t necessary. Of course, not telling him was part of the point. I wanted him to feel a little bit jealous when he got home. I wanted him to feel like he’d missed out. I even wanted him to feel a little bit nervous that I’d invited another man to make love to me in our bed without Andrew being there.

Andrew stopped in the bedroom doorway. I turned my head and smiled at my cuckold husband as another man’s bare cock moved in and out of my body. “Hey baby,” I said. “I couldn’t help myself. I just had to have Taylor’s cock inside me, so I invited him over to tend to my needs.”

I studied Andrew’s face for a moment – he seemed to be experiencing a mixture of lust and anxiety that cuckolds so often experience – and then I turned my attention back to Taylor. My lips found his and we shared a deeply passionate kiss that included quite a bit of moaning on my part, as I was inching ever closer to my orgasm and it felt so fucking good.

“Andrew, take your clothes off and stroke that cuckold cock of yours while Taylor makes love to your wife,” I instructed. “No cumming, though.”

Andrew stripped as I closed my eyes and held Taylor close. I turned my attention to the intense feelings between my legs. It was as if I could feel every beautiful inch of his cock moving in and out of my slick, sensitive, needy pussy – I really was in need of the pleasure Taylor can provide me – and I was right on the verge of an orgasm.

“Taylor, cum inside me,” I said. “Cum inside me while my husband watches.”

I heard Andrew groan first. I glanced over to see that he was already hard. I quickly pointed at the ground and he dropped to his knees without hesitation, which put a smile on my face.

Taylor groaned second and he picked up the pace, as a man almost always does right before he’s about to unload. I completely let go and an orgasm ripped through me a moment later. I cried out and grabbed Taylor’s ass. I heard my husband moan from his knees and then Taylor buried his beautiful cock inside me and came.

I love, love, love when Taylor and I cum at the same time. It makes my orgasm feel better. I can’t explain why, but it does. I feel like I’m riding higher when I know he’s filling my pussy with his thick, creamy seed.

I kept on my attention on Taylor after we’d climaxed. I love caressing his body while he’s still inside me. I love kissing him. I love telling him how good he makes me feel.

“You were incredible,” I said. “You’re always incredible.”

He smiled and kissed me. “I’ve never been with anyone like you, Lily. Never in my life.”

“Thank you for coming over,” I replied. “It feels…I don’t know, a little bit hotter to have you in the bed I share with my husband.”

“I know,” Taylor said.

I smiled. I suspected he enjoyed making love to me in my marital bed, but he’d never come out and said it. “Did you like taking me in front of him?” I asked.

Taylor smiled. “Yes.”

I bit my lower lip and let out a little moan. “And does it feel good to cum in another man’s wife while he’s watching?” That question was really for Andrew’s pleasure, if I’m being honest, but Taylor seemed to enjoy it too.

“I hope it doesn’t make you think less of me that I really enjoyed that particular aspect of tonight,” Taylor said.

I wrapped my legs around him, kissed him, and said, “All it does is make me want to invite you over more often.”

It was only then that I turned to Andrew. He was on his knees by the bed and he had his stiff cock in his hand. He was stroking it slowly and I suspect he would have cum if he’d picked up the pace at all.

“Tell me, Andrew, does it turn you on to watch Taylor cum inside me while in the bed you and I share?” I asked.

He nodded.

“That’s good,” I said. “And are you thinking about cleaning his cum out of me?”

“Yes,” Andrew admitted without hesitation.

“So you want me to invite you between my legs so you can put your tongue inside my cum-filled pussy and lick up Taylor’s load?” I asked.

“Yes, please, Lily,” he said.

I could see the desperation in his eyes. His body was practically vibrating with desire, too. I had him right where I wanted him. I turned to Taylor and said, “It’s time to give my cuckold what he deserves.”

He kissed me and pushed his cock deep inside me before offering another sensual kiss. Our tongues indulged in a little bit of a dance – a dance that actually turned me on – before he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to me. The first time I’d asked Taylor to go to the bathroom to give us a little privacy, but not this time.

“Crawl between my legs,” I said to Andrew. “Don’t put your tongue inside me, though.”

He stood and crawled into the bed in an instant. I saw him wince as it seemed as though he’d pressed his cock into the mattress. He shifted his body to free himself from the pressure and then he stared at my pussy.

“Can you see his cum?” I asked.

“Yes,” Andrew replied. “It’s dripping out of you. Can I clean you, Lily? Can I clean your pussy?”

I reached down and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I held them in the pool of Taylor’s cum that had gathered inside me and then pulled them out. Andrew opened his mouth like I was going to feed him a taste, but instead I sucked my fingers clean while he watched with a genuinely jealous look on his face.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” I said as I turned to Taylor.

“You are so sexy,” he replied.

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I stroked him and said, “It’s a good thing you get to have me again tonight. After all, you make me cum harder than my husband does, so it makes perfect sense that you should get to have me in our bed while he watches.”

I felt Andrew’s breath on my pussy and looked down to see that he’d moved a little closer. He held off from putting his tongue inside me, though it looked as if it took a massive amount of effort for him to gather the will to resist what he craved.

“Is this your favorite thing, Andrew? Is cleaning Taylor’s cum from my pussy your favorite part of being a cuckold?” I asked.

“Lily, I don’t know why, but it turns me on more than anything,” he said. “It’s just…I know it’s crazy, but it’s just so hot.”

I dipped my index finger into my pussy, soaked in Taylor’s cum, and said, “Open up.” Andrew opened his mouth and I fed him my cum-covered finger. He moaned as his tongue swirled around it. He licked up every bit of Taylor’s cum and I swear I’d never seen him look happier. “I love that you’re such a cuckold,” I said. “I really do, Andrew.”

“Thank you for cuckolding me, Lily,” he replied. “Thank you for finding a man you trust enough to cum inside you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “And I’d be happy to let you clean Taylor’s cum out of me, but I’m afraid I can’t do that tonight.”

Andrew looked up with genuine panic in his eyes. “What? Why?”

“Because you yelled at me, Andrew,” I said. “You were right that I was neglecting you a little, but that’s not reason enough to yell at me. So, I’m not going to give you what you want tonight.”

“Lily, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I yelled at you. I am. I knew it was a mistake the moment it happened. I lost control. I was thinking selfishly. I should have just talked to you. I’m really, really sorry. But please…please just let me clean you,” he begged.

“No,” I said. “And that’s final. But don’t worry. I’m going to give you something. Now back out of the bed and go to the bathroom.”

Andrew looked deeply disappointed, but he did as I instructed. I turned to Taylor, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, “I’ll be right back.”

I followed my husband to the bathroom, shut the door, and said, “Face the sink. Look in the mirror.”

He did and I moved behind him, slipped three fingers into my pussy to collect as much of Taylor’s cum as I could, and then wrapped my hand around Andrew’s cock. I stroked him with incredible swiftness while using Taylor’s cum as lube and a look of intense pleasure washed over his face.

“You cannot treat me like you did last week,” I said. “You don’t ever get to do that, Andrew. Especially not when it comes to your cuckolding and our sex life. You may express your displeasure, but you may not be rude. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Now think of what’s happening here. I’m jerking you off with another man’s cum,” I said. “Cum that I pulled from my pussy. Cum that I welcomed inside me because Taylor is far superior to you when it comes to satisfying my sexual needs.”

Andrew closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the bathroom counter. He was close.

“Every man I’ve fucked since cuckolding you has been superior to you, Andrew,” I said. “I love you more than most women love their husbands, but you’re a cuckold, which means you’re no longer in control of our sex life or my body. You no longer get to make demands of me. At best you get to make requests. That’s how it works for an inferior cuckold.”

That put him over the top as Andrew’s cock swelled up in my hand before his load spilled into the sink. I teased the head to ensure a deeply pleasurable orgasm for him and kissed his back, shoulders, and neck as he filled our bathroom with beautiful moans of pleasure.

I released his cock, washed my hands in the sink, and sat on the toilet to let the rest of Taylor’s cum leak out of me.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he said.

“I know you are,” I replied. “And I’ll let you clean Taylor’s cum out of me next time, I promise. And I’m sorry that I neglected you. I’ll do a better job of minding your needs. At the very least you’ll get more attention from me, even if you’re not cumming as much as you want. I might give you permission to masturbate more often.”

“I don’t want that,” he said. “I’d prefer to cum with you.”

I looked up and smiled. I liked that he was willing to have fewer orgasms for the pleasure of having them with me. “Good,” I said. “Oh, and I know it might be hard, but Taylor’s going to spend the night in our bed.”

“Okay,” Andrew replied, though he looked a little disappointed by the news.

“Look on the bright side. You might get a chance to clean Taylor’s cum out of me tomorrow morning. Perhaps I’ll even wake you up with a creampie,” I said.

That put a smile on his face.

“Take whatever you need – clothes, toiletries, etc – and leave for the guest room as soon as you’re done in here,” I said. It was a little harsh, but it was also a part of his punishment, so I wanted it to be harsh.

“Okay,” he said. “Thank you for the orgasm, by the way. And I’m sorry.”

“No more apologies,” I replied. “We’re past it now.” I gave my pussy a quick wipe, stood, and gave Andrew a kiss before departing the bathroom and climbing into bed with Taylor.

Andrew finished up in the bathroom, gathered his things, and left for the guest room.

Oh, and for what it’s worth, he did get a chance to clean Taylor’s cum out of me the next morning and he thoroughly enjoyed it.