<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><img data-media-id="92467845" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait until the next night to see my new friend again. Instead, he found me in one of the resort’s hot tubs.</p><p>My husband isn’t a big fan of hot tubs – he overheats quickly – so he’s sitting in one of the two lounge chairs they’ve set out by the hot tub. The area is small and secluded and seems like it’s built for romance, much like the rest of the resort. I’m in the hot tub with a drink resting on the tiled edge, though most of the rum is already in my stomach. I’m warm, I’m relaxed, and I’m a little bit buzzed.</p><p>I see someone walking up the path with a towel slung over his shoulder. The sun is behind him and it obscures his face. It’s not until he gets closer that I see that it’s my new friend. My husband looks up from his phone and watches in silence as my new friend kicks off his sandals, pulls off his shirt, drops his towel on the lounge chair and slips into the water.</p><p>I think of the night before as he moves next to me. I think of his fingers in my panties. I think of the orgasm I had and the way my body shook. I think of the sex my husband and I had afterwards.</p><p>“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says as our bodies touch under the water. “I couldn’t wait until tonight. I had to see you again.”</p><p>I want him. My body wants him. The encounters I’ve had with my husband the past two nights make me think he wants me to want my new friend. I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back. It’s intense. It’s sexy. My desire is immediate. I moan as our tongues entwine.</p><p>I straddle him in the hot tub. I move my hips like he’s already inside me, like we’re fucking in the water. I feel him get hard as we kiss. I feel his desire for me. It deepens my own. I want him. I need him. I crave him.</p><p>“I want you,” I say to him. I don’t consider that I’m in public or that my husband is just a few feet away. I want him. My desire is all I can think about.</p><p>His hand moves under the water and into my bikini bottoms. His fingers find my clit and he pleasures me like he did the night before. I moan immediately. I’m not sure why, but it feels better when he touches me. It’s like my body is more receptive to pleasure when he’s the one delivering it. We kiss as he continues to drive me mad with desire. I wonder if what he really likes is teasing me and making me desperate for him.</p><p>I arch my back and pull aside my bikini top, exposing one of my breasts. He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. My pleasure intensifies as his tongue moves over my flesh. I moan and I’m quite certain it’s too loud. I can’t help it, though.</p><p>“Please,” I say, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for. Do I want him to fuck me? Do I want him to make me cum? My mind is so foggy with desire that I can’t think clearly.</p><p>He pulls his fingers from my bikini bottoms, releases my nipple from the grasp of his lips, and gently spins me around in the water. I sit in his lap once more and look at my husband, who has a look of wonder on his face.</p><p>My new friend reaches into my bikini bottoms once more. His fingers find my clit again. I moan again. The pleasure must be visible on my face. My new friend reaches into my bikini top. His touch is skillful. He is clearly a man with a great deal of experience in making women feel good. I am putty in his hands. I feel his erection pressing into my ass. He wants me. His desire deepens my arousal.</p><p>My husband looks enraptured. He’s watching another man pleasure me and it seems like he couldn’t be happier. It makes me feel free to completely give myself over to my new friend.</p><p>“Tell your husband you want me,” he whispers before kissing my neck.</p><p>I look at my husband and moan as I feel my body nearing an orgasm. “I want him,” I say. “I need him.”</p><p>My husband doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. I can see the arousal all over his face. It’s almost like he’s vibrating with desire. I suspect he’d enjoy masturbating to what’s unfolding in front of him, but he has the good sense to keep himself in his swimsuit.</p><p>My new friend makes me cum in the hot tub. He expertly works my clit and my breasts with his fingers and I have a beautiful orgasm. It feels like it goes on forever and the pleasure ricochets from head to toe. I feel a sense of complete relaxation and joy as it comes to an end. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as his erection continues to press into my ass.</p><p>He lifts me off his lap and I reach between his legs. I find his cock. I wrap my fingers around it and stroke him through his swimsuit. I want to make him feel good. I’m desperate to show him the pleasure he’s shown me over the past few days.</p><p>He reaches down and lifts my hand from his cock. He smiles and says, “I’ll see you tonight.”</p><p>He steps out of the hot tub and his swimsuit clings to his crotch. I get a glimpse of the outline of his cock before he turns away from me and grabs his towel. He’s as large as he felt in my hand. I’m disappointed that he’s walking away, but now I have something to look forward to for the rest of the day.</p><p>After my new friend walks away, I get out of the hot tub and take my husband back to our room. I consider having sex with him but decide that I want to save myself in case my new friend wants to fuck me later that night. I give my husband a handjob instead. He cums quickly as we talk about him watching me in the hot tub.</p><p>My new friend is at the bar when we arrive that night. I sit next to him and my husband sits next to me. Feeling confident, I kiss him and reach down to caress his leg. I want to make him desire me. I want to make him feel like he’s made me feel the past few nights. I want him to want me.</p><p>He orders drinks. We flirt and talk and kiss as we enjoy them. My husband sits and watches. He doesn’t interject. I glance at him from time to time. Once again he seems enraptured. He likes that I’ve gotten completely caught up in my desire for another man. I don’t question it. I embrace it. It’s vacation, after all.</p><p>We finish our drinks and my new friend takes me to the dance floor. We join the other couples but it feels like we’re alone. He’s the only one I can see. Our bodies move together, like we’ve known each other for years. He touches me like he did that first night. My desire is deeper, though. I know what he offers. I know how he can make me feel. Every time he touches me I want more of it. I crave him like I’ve never craved anyone.</p><p>We kiss like we’re on our honeymoon. I feel his desire when he presses his body against mine. He wants me. I know he wants me. I need him. I need him to take me, to make love to me. I need to be with him.</p><p>“I want you,” I whisper after a kiss. “I want you to have me, to take me, to make love to me.”</p><p>He takes my hand and we depart the dance floor and the bar. I glance at my husband and smile. He remains in his seat.</p><p>My new friend takes me to his room. He has a bungalow that overlooks the ocean. He opens the door facing the water and I can hear the waves lapping at the shore as he moves behind me and loosens the straps of my sundress. I look out at the moonlit ocean as my dress falls to the floor. I’m not wearing anything underneath.</p><p>He remains behind me and kisses my neck as his hands move over my body. His fingers find my wetness and I moan as he penetrates me. My hands remain at my sides as I surrender to my desire for my new friend. I give my body to him. I want him to do as he desires for I’m confident that what he desires most of all is my pleasure.</p><p>He gently spins me around and we kiss as I unbutton his shirt. He pulls it off and it falls to the floor as my fingers move over his muscular chest, down his stomach, and between his legs. I unbutton his shorts. They fall to the floor. I slide his underwear down. I wrap my fingers around his cock. It feels so good to touch him. He moans for me. I feel intense excitement as the head of his cock probes between my legs as we kiss. His flesh touches my clit and my body wobbles as I feel a sudden need to have him inside me.</p><p>He picks me up as if I’m weightless, surprising me with his strength. He takes me to the bed and lays me on the soft white sheets. I wrap my legs around him as we kiss. I feel the head of his cock probing my pussy lips. He backs away and reaches for the nightstand. I tell him I’m on birth control and that as long as he’s clean he doesn’t have to use a condom. He smiles and comes back to me. Our lips meet. Our tongues entwine. He plays with my breasts as I reach down and stroke his cock. I rub the head over my pussy lips. I bathe him in my juices. He moans into my mouth.</p><p>He slips inside me. He fills me slowly. The sensations of pleasure are exquisite. They emanate from my pelvis and fill my body. I tingle from head to toe in the most intensely satisfying way imaginable. He kisses my neck as he slides in and out of me. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. I want to feel his body on top of mine. I want as much contact as possible as he makes love to me.</p><p>The sex is slow and sensual. He draws it out, letting me indulge in the pleasure of having a new man inside me. The days of build-up pay off. The sex is so much better than I dreamed it would be.</p><p>We cum together. My orgasm is intense and overwhelmingly satisfying. Again I’m thankful for the days of teasing and desire. The noises he makes while cumming inside me indicate that he too has enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying climax.</p><p>He asks me to spend the night. I text my husband to say that I’ll be with my new friend until the morning. He supports my decision. We decouple and move to the deck of his bungalow. He pulls the room’s couch out for us to sit on. We cuddle up. We talk a little. We kiss a lot. Eventually I end up in his lap. We make love again. He cums inside me again.</p><p>We make our way to the bed not long after. I fall asleep in his arms. I wake up to the sounds of the ocean, the sun’s light spilling through the still-open doors, and the feeling of his erection against my ass.</p><p>He wakes up as I’m gently rubbing my backside against him. He kisses my neck and his hands move over my body. He touches me in all the right places. His cock finds its way to my pussy. He slides inside me. We make love in the spoon position. He cums inside me while rubbing my clit. I climax moments after him. He remains inside me until he goes soft.</p><p>I bid him goodbye not long after. I go back to my husband. I wake him up with my mouth. I tell him my new friend climaxed inside me not long ago. He asks me to straddle him and take him inside me. We make love. It’s messy in the most beautiful way imaginable. He cums quickly. He tells me it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had.</p><p>I spend the remaining three nights of our vacation with my new friend. We make love multiple times each night. My husband enjoys me again each morning. Each orgasm seems better than the last.</p><p>We fly home happier than when we arrived. We discuss returning to Sandals in a year. My new friend will be there. We will meet again. We will surrender to our desires for each other. We will have a beautiful vacation.</p>