<p>Many years ago my husband and I bought a “Letters to Penthouse” volume at a bookstore with the idea of reading the stories to each other as a way to have a little naughty fun. It turned out to be my first exposure to his cuckold fantasy (though I’m not sure either of us really understood it was his fantasy at the time) as he always seemed to gravitate towards the stories with cuckold and hotwife-related themes. I see that experience as the beginning of so many wonderful things in my life, including this entirely unexpected and wonderful job of writing erotica for you.</p><p>The <a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=read%20to%20your%20cuckold"><strong>Stories You Can Read Your Cuckold</strong></a><strong> </strong>series is inspired by those stories we read each other all those years ago. You can read them to your partner or vice versa, or you can enjoy them as if someone was reading to you (if you’re a supporter at the Audio level you can listen to one story a month being read to you). They’re all confessions of wild, unexpected sexual adventures, just like the Penthouse letters were. I hope you enjoy them :)</p><p>P.S. - Writing this one turned me on. Perhaps that's my body telling me how I should spend my next vacation :)</p><p><img data-media-id="92092115" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>I swear, if it wasn’t for the all-inclusive nature of the Sandals resort we stayed at, I’m absolutely certain I wouldn’t have had sex with another man while my husband watched. I can’t imagine the thought ever would have entered my head, but halfway through our vacation I was on my back in our bed with another man inside me.</p><p>It started at the resort’s beach bar. They offered drinks and dancing and I’m pretty sure the whole point was to get people in the mood to have sex. The drinks were included – like I said, it was an all-inclusive resort – so I got a strawberry daiquiri and my husband got something with a whole lot of rum in it. We watched the other couples dance while downing enough liquid courage to get on the dance floor ourselves.</p><p>About halfway through my drink my husband leans in and mentions that there’s a guy that’s been staring at me the entire time we’ve been in the bar. I try my best to be casual as I check out the guy that’s been checking me out. When I see how good looking he is I flash a flirty smile without knowing what I’m doing. He smiles back and I feel this rush like I’m in college again and flirting with a cute boy.</p><p>I figured that’s as far as it would go, but the guy comes over. I have this moment of panic like I’ve done something terribly wrong and my husband is going to be mad at me for flirting. The guy is in front of us before I can gather my thoughts.</p><p>“Your wife is very beautiful,” he says to my husband. “Would you mind if I danced with her?”</p><p>“Not at all,” my husband says.</p><p>The guy offers his hand and I turn to my husband. He smiles and nods towards the dance floor. It’s vacation and I’ve got just enough alcohol in me to ignore any potential consequences, so I take the guy’s hand and he leads me into the crowd of people dancing.</p><p>He’s a good dancer. Like, a really good dancer. He dances in that seductive way some men – vanishingly few, in my experience – can dance. I can’t help but move my hips along with him. I smile when he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel desire when he reaches out and touches my hips. When he pulls me closer I offer no resistance. My husband sent me onto the dance floor, after all. He wouldn’t be upset that I’m actually dancing, would he?</p><p>Then he spins me around and I’m staring at my husband as I dance with another man. At first I feel a little nervous that I’m going to see anger on my husband’s face. I don’t, though. He looks, well, turned on. I know him well. I know that look.</p><p>“I think your husband likes that you’re dancing with me,” the handsome man whispers.</p><p>He moves my hair to one side, exposing my neck. He pulls my hips back and my ass presses into his crotch. He leans down and plants the softest kiss on that spot right between my neck and shoulder. My legs turn to jelly for a moment. What a kiss.</p><p>I look at my husband. All I see is arousal on his face and in his body language. I feel it too, though it’s not entirely clear which man I feel the desire for.</p><p>He spins me around and we dance. Feeling emboldened by my husband’s tacit approval, I press my body into his and put my arms around his neck. We move in sync as I feel more of that same desire.</p><p>I look up at him. He smiles at me. A new, slower song comes over the sound system. His hands move to my hips and we dance while staring into each other’s eyes. Eventually, I kiss him. I think of my husband watching as I open my mouth and welcome another man’s tongue for the first time since my first date with my husband. My whole body is alive with desire. I can feel his desire, too.</p><p>The song ends and he leans down and whispers, “You’re a wonderful dancer. Will you dance with me tomorrow night?”</p><p>“Yes,” I say.</p><p>He kisses my neck one more time and says, “Go to your husband. Give him what he craves. Take what you crave from him.” He steps back and melts into the crowd.</p><p>I turn and see my husband with that same wild look of desire in his eyes. I smile and walk towards him. Instead of saying anything I kiss him as I take his hand. I pull him towards the dance floor with our lips locked together. We move to the music as we kiss. If he had any concerns over me kissing another man, they’ve disappeared. I can feel his desire. I can feel mine, too.</p><p>Not long after, we got back to the room. Neither of us mentions the other man, but I’m thinking about him and I’m pretty sure my husband is too as we have sex. I say that because it’s really, really good sex. It’s better than the sex we’ve had in recent years. It’s passionate and heated and vigorous and my orgasm is out of this world. Based on the noises my husband makes, his orgasm is exceptional too.</p><p>We don’t speak about the other man in the aftermath of our orgasms. Instead, we cuddle in the bed. I run my hands through his chest hair and listen to his heart beating hard and he runs his hands down my back, occasionally caressing my bottom in a way I find quite pleasing.</p><p>The next day we’re both more affectionate, though we don’t mention the man at the bar. He touches me more often and with greater sensuality. We kiss more often throughout the day. We both feel desire – his is always obvious, of course. I give him a little treat and play with his cock as we’re swimming, but we don’t go back to the room to have sex. I don’t want to. I want to wait to see what happens that night at the bar.</p><p>It isn’t until after dinner that my husband mentions the bar. He asks if I want to go back. I tell him I do. Neither of us mentions my friend from the night before, though I’m certain we’re both thinking of him.</p><p>We arrive at the bar at the same time. We order drinks. We’re both looking around the bar and trying not to be obvious about it. Our first drinks are finished by the time my new friend appears. He smiles at me. He moves towards us with purpose.</p><p>He nods at my husband and sits next to me. He tells me he’s been thinking about me all day. I glance at my husband and tell my friend I’ve been thinking about him too.</p><p>His hand moves to my knee and his fingers deftly work their way under my dress and up my thigh. He stops halfway to my crotch and every inch of my skin feels like it’s alive with pleasure. He leans closer and tells me I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Even though it’s almost certainly not true, I believe him.</p><p>He looks past me and at my husband. “Is she not the most beautiful woman in the world?” he asks.</p><p>“She is,” my husband agrees.</p><p>He leans closer and for a moment I’m certain he’s going to kiss me with my husband sitting just a few feet away. Instead, he smiles, takes my hand, and pulls me to the dance floor. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud as our bodies move together. I’m riding a little bit of a buzz from my drink, but it’s the desire that’s truly potent. I can feel it everywhere, through every inch of my body.</p><p>His hands move freely over my body, though he’s not being lewd. We’re in public, after all. He teases with his touch, coming just short of grabbing my butt and openly groping my breasts as his fingers move around every erogenous zone he can get to.</p><p>Over and over he leans in like he’s going to kiss me and pulls away at the last second. He’s teasing me. He’s trying to make me desperate. It’s working. Each time I feel my need for him grow. Each time he pulls away I want him a little more. I glance at my husband a few times and it seems that he feels the same way.</p><p>We dance for a handful of songs before he takes me back to the bar. He orders a round of drinks. He toasts to my exquisite beauty. We drink and he leans in. This time he kisses me. I put my drink on the bar and reach up. My hand finds its way to the back of his neck as my lips part. I’m desperate for him in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. I know my husband is watching from just a few feet away and it seems that he’s just fine with me sharing eager kisses with my new friend.</p><p>We talk, kiss, and finish our drink at the bar. My husband is a spectator throughout. My new friend takes my hand and I think he’s going to lead me back to the dance floor. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he leads me right out of the bar and towards the beach. My husband remains on his seat at the bar.</p><p>We walk down the stone path and onto the beach. The moon lights our way as he takes me to a clustered stand of palm trees. He stops and I lean against one of the trees as he kisses me. He lifts the bottom of my dress and pushes his fingers into my panties. I make no effort to stop him. He runs his fingers over my labia, discovers my wetness, and gently penetrates me. He gathers my wetness and uses it to lubricate his fingers and my clit. He plays with me until I’m moaning into his mouth as an intense orgasm overwhelms me. For a few moments I’m incapable of thought or movement. All I can do is hope I don’t collapse into the sand as my legs shake and my toes curl.</p><p>He pulls his fingers from my panties and I grab his wrist. I lift his hand to my lips and take his fingers into my mouth. I hold his gaze as I suck them clean. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that and it thrills me, especially because it seems to bring him such pleasure.</p><p>I reach for his crotch but he steps away. I tell him I want to make him feel good like he made me feel good. He tells me to go to my husband. He tells me he’ll be at the bar tomorrow night. He tells me to meet him once again. Then he walks off down the beach as I lean against the tree and contemplate how disappointed I am that I didn’t get to make a stranger cum on a beach. My thoughts turn to the next night, to the pleasures it might hold.</p><p>I go back to the bar. My husband is still sitting on the stool. He looks a little sad, but he perks up when he sees me. I wonder if he can tell that I’ve just had an orgasm. I join him at the bar. I ask the bartender for the bill, we pay, and I take my husband back to the hotel room.</p><p>He asks where my new friend took me. I take my husband’s clothes off as I tell him everything. I stroke him until his heavy breathing makes it obvious he’s getting close. I push him into the bed and straddle him. I take him inside me. We kiss as I ride him. He lasts long enough for us both to orgasm. I’m thinking of my new friend as my husband cums inside me. I suspect he’s thinking the same thing.</p><p>We kiss as I remain on top. I tell my husband that my new friend wants to see me again the next night. He tells me he wants the same thing. We cuddle and then shower together. He’s hard again by the time our shower is over. I take him back to the bed and we make love, this time for far longer. We both orgasm and I can’t help but think about what my new friend has in store for our next night at the bar.</p><p>I’ll finish my story in the next part…</p>