The Cuckold Diary of a Dallas Hotwife - Part 21

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A night of great sex – followed by a morning with even more great sex – tends to put me in a good mood, which is why I was downright exuberant when I came home the morning (it was nearly noon, but still morning) after my night in the penthouse suite with Savannah, Aaron, and Gary.

Imagine how delighted I was to come home to a clean house – Andrew had presumably done some domestic work to occupy himself while I was gone – and a mimosa with fresh squeezed orange juice.

“Here you are,” Andrew said with a smile as he delivered the drink at the front door.

“Why thank you,” I replied. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You deserve to be welcomed home like a queen,” he said.

Do you remember, way back when I started recalling my adventures with Andrew, that my biggest concern was that he’d be a selfish cuckold? He’d been that way before and I was worried that he’d fall right back into that mindset if I cuckolded him again. That’s why I approached it differently this time. I’d say it worked. Andrew had cleaned the house and made me a mimosa – which included buying some lovely champagne – because he wanted to prove that he could be a good cuckold.

He could have begged me to tell him about my night while jerking him off. He could have begged to go down on me or worship my body in some other way. Instead, he chose to reward me with a clean house – and, as it turned out, with freshly done laundry – and a delicious drink, and he did so because I’d cuckolded him the night before. In doing so, he ensured that I would be generous in sharing the details of my night. In fact, he ensured that I would take my time in doing so, as I felt a desire to match the effort he’d put towards making me happy.

“Come,” I said as I moved past Andrew and made a beeline for the couch. I stopped just short of it, looked over my shoulder, and asked, “Can you unzip me?”

Andrew approached, gently tugged on the zipper, and helped me out of my dress, revealing my naked body.

“My body, this body that you love so much, spent the night in another man’s strong arms,” I said softly. “I slept like a baby, too, though that was almost certainly due to the hours of wild fun we had together. Would you like to touch me, Andrew? Would you like to touch the body that another man – two men, really – enjoyed last night?”

“Yes,” he said softly.

I looked over my shoulder again and smiled. “Go ahead. Touch me. Caress me. Take your clothes off first, though.”

Andrew stripped as my back remained to him. Once he was naked he approached and ran his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, and then to my lower back. He caressed my ass before his fingers moved to my waist as he pressed his body against mine. I felt his stiff cock brush up against my ass – I loved that he was hard with no real physical stimulation – and then he kissed my neck as his hands moved up my stomach and cupped my breasts.

“I like your gentle touch,” I whispered before lifting my glass and sipping the expertly made mimosa he’d delivered to me.

“I missed you,” he replied as his lips brushed against my neck before delivering another soft kiss.

“Mmm, I hope it’s not too painful to hear that I didn’t miss you,” I said. “I love you, and you’ve become a wonderful cuckold, but last night wasn’t a time for thinking about my husband. It was a time for thinking about Aaron. He was the man I wanted to satisfy, and the man that wanted to satisfy me. We did a good job of it, too. I’m pretty sure I gave Aaron some of the best orgasms he’s ever had, and he made me cum hard, multiple times, too.”

Before he could say another word, I stepped out of Andrew’s grasp and sat on the couch. I spread my legs and pointed to the floor in front of me, and of course he fell to his knees like a good cuckold should.

“Did you think about me last night?” I asked.

Andrew nodded. “Constantly.”

“Did you think about me getting fucked?” I asked.

“I did,” he said.

I smiled and reached down to run my fingers over my thighs, drawing Andrew’s gaze between my legs. “Did you think about me on my knees in front of two handsome, rich, well-hung men with stiff cocks that needed to be sucked?”

Andrew looked up at me with a touch of surprise on his face. He clearly hadn’t thought of that and he seemed to be wondering if it had actually happened.

“After dinner – and a blowjob in the car on the drive to the hotel – Savannah and I fooled around for our dates. We both got a little bit naughtier than we’ve gotten before and Savannah ended up taking control in a way I thoroughly enjoyed. She had me get on my knees as Aaron and Gary stood and pulled out their cocks. She had me blow one of them while I stroked the other,” I explained as I ran my fingers over my labia and slipped two inside my still-wet pussy. “I sucked both their cocks, Andrew. I sucked and I stroked while Savannah got on her knees behind me and encouraged me to act like a slut for our dates.”

I extended my foot and found Andrew’s stiff cock. I ran my toes over the head and he moaned as I added a second finger to my pussy and pumped my tight, wet little hole with greater speed.

“Do you like that I acted like such a slut last night, Andrew?” I asked. “Do you like that I was on my knees in front of two men, that I had one dick in my mouth and another in my hand, that I sucked both their cocks and made sure they were both stiff and slick with my spit?”

Andrew nodded furiously and moaned as I teased his stiff cock with my toes.

“It didn’t stop there,” I continued. “I think Savannah liked that I was being so naughty, and to tell you the truth, I liked it too. I loved it, in fact, so when she told me to get on my hands and knees in the bed, I didn’t hesitate. I crawled into the bed. I waited on my hands and knees. I took Gary’s cock in my mouth and Aaron’s in my pussy. I got fucked from both ends, Andrew. Your wife got fucked by two men at the same time. Can you picture it? Can you see it in your head? Can you see me getting railed by two guys at once?”

“Yes,” Andrew said. It was just one word, but I could hear the lust in his voice. I could hear that the very beginning of my story had already gotten him to a place of intense, cuckold-fueled desire.

“I knew I was going to cum as they fucked me like that,” I continued. “I was so turned on – I’m honestly not sure I’ve ever been that turned on – that it wasn’t going to take much to get me off. I liked feeling slutty, Andrew. Women aren’t supposed to feel that way, but I did. I liked that two men were fucking me, that in that moment I was their fantasy come to life. I loved it, in fact.”

Andrew looked like he was lost in a kind of pleasure that was just as intense as what I’d experienced the night before. His face was one of pure bliss and even with my toes I could feel how hard his dick was.

“Then Aaron put his thumb in my ass,” I said. “I don’t know why, but that put me over the top. He rubbed his finger over my asshole at first, and when I moaned like a slut around Gary’s cock, Savannah told Aaron to give it to me. She told him I wanted it in my ass, and she was right. I’ve never wanted anything in my ass before, and yet I wanted it. I wanted Aaron to put his finger in my ass while he pounded my pussy with his cock. I wanted it, Andrew, and he gave it to me. He fucked my ass with his finger, he fucked my pussy with his big cock, and Gary fucked my mouth. I felt slutty in the best way possible, and I had the best orgasm of my life a few seconds later. I felt it from head to toe, Andrew. I felt it in every part of my body. It was perfect.”

I could have made Andrew cum with my toes. He was that turned on. That wouldn’t have been fair, though. I wanted to draw it out for him, so I pulled my foot away and scooted my ass forward until my pussy rested at the edge of the couch cushion.

“Worship me,” I instructed.

Pure glee washed over Andrew’s face before he leaned closer and put his tongue to work.

“Slowly,” I said. “There’s no need to rush. Enjoy the taste of my pussy. Kiss my labia. Let your tongue explore me.”

Andrew slowed his pace as I’d instructed and I reached down to run my fingers through his hair and caress his face.

“After my orgasm – a far better orgasm than any you’ve ever given me, by the way – I wanted to make Aaron feel good. I wanted to make him cum hard, Andrew. I wanted to give him a memorable orgasm, and only one thing came to mind,” I explained.

Andrew’s eyebrows went up as he pushed his tongue into my pussy and explored my pink, slippery flesh. I wondered if he could taste the sex I’d had with Aaron that morning, or the latex of the condom he’d used. If he could, Andrew’s face offered no evidence of it.

“I gave him my ass,” I said. “His finger felt so good that I couldn’t resist. Plus, I know a man like Aaron enjoys it when a woman is willing to offer her ass for his pleasure. We were spooning when I gave it to him. I reached back, grabbed his cock, and pressed the tip against my asshole. I worked it inside me nice and slow and then I encouraged him to fuck my ass.”

Andrew moaned into my pussy and moved to working my clit with his tongue. It looked like he was gently thrusting his hips – almost as if he was fucking an imaginary pussy – but I couldn’t quite tell from my vantage point above him on the couch. He was turned on, though. I know that.

“Do you like that I let another man fuck my ass, Andrew?” I asked.

“I do,” he said. “It’s such a turn on. Is that bad?”

I shook my head. “Not at all. It just means you’re a good cuckold. After all, I get to choose who I offer my body to, don’t I?”

He nodded.

“And I wanted to give Aaron my ass. It felt good, too. I thought it might be painful, but it really wasn’t. We started in the spoon position and then I rolled onto my stomach and he got on top and took my ass again. He fucked it hard in that position. Really hard, in fact. It didn’t take long for him to cum and there was something incredibly satisfying about feeling him bury his cock deep in my ass before he unloaded,” I said. “He had a great orgasm, too, which was the most important thing for me.”

Andrew’s tongue felt exceptionally good against my clit and he was well on his way to making me cum, but I was going to hold off. There was still so much to tell him.

“Does it make you feel jealous that someone else got to fuck my ass and that you never will?” I asked.

Andrew looked up and considered his answer for a few moments before saying, “I don’t think so, no. I just…I just kind of like it, to be honest.”

I smiled and said, “You’ve become such a wonderful cuckold, Andrew. It makes me so happy.”

“It makes me happy too,” he replied. “Thank you. For everything, but most of all for helping me become the kind of cuckold you need me to be.”

I finished my mimosa and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Andrew followed – and I like to think he stared at my ass the whole time – as I led him to the bedroom, pulled the covers aside, and crawled in. He joined me and I cuddled up next to him. I ran my fingers down his chest and between his legs. I caressed his thighs and ran just one finger up his shaft and over the plump head before grasping his balls and gently massaging them, putting a giddy smile on his face.

“After our orgasms, Aaron ordered a bottle of champagne and we put on these insanely soft bathrobes the hotel provided. Aaron took the champagne delivery – I’m pretty sure the waiter heard Gary and Savannah fucking – and poured us both a glass before we stepped out onto the balcony. The view was breathtaking, Andrew. Truly breathtaking. Aaron and I sat and sipped our champagne and it was really quite romantic,” I said.

“Was that nice?” Andrew asked. “Champagne, and a nice view, and a touch of romance?”

“It was,” I said. “It felt like the perfect way to counter how slutty I’d been, to be honest. It felt even better when Aaron put his arm around me. When he kissed me I could taste the champagne on his lips. I wanted more, so I let his tongue into my mouth. That was enough to trigger that lust I can’t stop feeling when I’m around him, so my hand made its way into his robe and I found his cock. Enough time had passed since his orgasm that he’d recovered, and soon enough I had him hard as a rock.”

“You’re insatiable,” Andrew said.

I kissed his neck and offered up a few lusty moans. “I am when I’m with Aaron, or Taylor, or Ethan. I can’t get enough of the other men in my life, Andrew. I can’t get enough of how I feel when they fuck me. I love that I get to feel that way whenever I’m in the mood.”

“Do I…do I ever make you feel that way?” Andrew asked.

Most men, when they ask a question like that, need to hear an answer in the affirmative. Andrew’s not like most men, though. He’s a cuckold. I know now that he’s always been a cuckold, too. He doesn’t want an answer in the affirmative. He wants something else. He wants the thing that turns him on more than anything else, and who am I to deny my husband what he wants?

“No, you don’t,” I answered. “To be honest, you’ve never made me feel the way they do, Andrew. Not once in our marriage. You’re not capable of it. You’re a cuckold, and I’m pretty sure you were always meant to be a cuckold. I should have been fucking other men from the start. I should have been a hotwife from the very start. I should have fucked someone else on our wedding night just to show you what kind of man you really were.”

Andrew sounded like he was lost in a haze of lust as he moaned and said, “Oh, god, Lily.”

I looked down to see his cock throbbing as I played with his balls. I knew I could make him cum with just a few strokes. I hadn’t come close to finishing my story, but that didn’t really matter. There would always be more time to talk about the fun I’d had with Aaron. I didn’t want to give Andrew a handjob, though. I wanted to give him the best orgasm possible, and in my mind there was only one way to do that.

I straddled Andrew, took his stiff cock inside me, and sat down on it. A look of pure joy came over his face as he felt my pussy for the first time in weeks and I experienced a sense of power that I thoroughly enjoyed.

“You can’t satisfy me,” I said as I rode his cock. “You don’t stack up against the other men in my life. You’re nowhere near as much of a man as Taylor is. You’re not young and powerful like Ethan is. You’re nowhere near as successful and generous and dirty as Aaron as. You can’t fuck me like the other men in my life can, Andrew. Being a cuckold is your place in our marriage now.”

“Lily…fuck, Lily, you feel so good,” Andrew said.

He was close. He just needed a little push to go right over the type. “Your dick feels like nothing inside me,” I said. “Certainly nothing compared to Aaron, who fucked me twice this morning before sending me home to you. Another man stretched out my tight, married pussy this morning and I can’t even feel your cuckold cock inside me.”

That did it. Andrew closed his eyes and came inside me. I leaned down and kissed his neck. I moaned for him as he released his seed into my pussy. I smiled, too. Andrew is a cuckold and it’s true that he’s nowhere near as good as the other men I have sex with, but I love him dearly and when he has a great orgasm it makes me happy.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked after his climax had passed.

“You really are a queen, Lily. You’re perfect in every way. I swear, I love you so much,” Andrew said.

I laughed and smiled in delight, kissed him, and said, “I love you too, Andrew.”

Cuckolding has made my marriage so much better, and I feel like there’s so much more to explore. I’m sure I’ll more stories to tell soon :)