<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=cuckold%20diary%20dallas">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="85514921" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>I had a plan worked out. I was going to get dressed in something suggestive but not slutty and go to a bar a long way from our little suburb to do just a little bit of flirting. That’s all it was going to be. I was just going to get a taste of what it might be like to do what Andrew fantasized about. I was going to dip my toe in the waters of cuckolding, if you will.</p><p>Then I saw Savannah. She lives three houses over in our neighborhood. We’ve been to each other’s Christmas parties. We’re not close friends but we’ve been neighbors since we moved in and we know each other well enough. Or so we both thought.</p><p>I don’t know which of us saw the other first. I just know that when we finally locked eyes we both seemed to experience a moment of panic. After all, we were at the same bar nearly an hour from our little suburb and we were both dressed like single women looking for a night of fun. It was like we’d instantaneously discovered each other’s dirty little secret and neither of us was sure what to do.</p><p>Savannah was the first to make the approach. The nervous look never really left her face and I was certain I looked the same way. My mind was racing to come up with a good reason why I was in a bar an hour from my house and looking the way I looked. Unfortunately, nothing came.</p><p>“Hey,” Savannah said as she sat on the barstool next to mine.</p><p>A few moments of silence passed between us before the bartender came over and placed a drink in front of Savannah.</p><p>“Thanks,” she said before turning to me. “You’re not drinking anything?”</p><p>“I ordered one of the specialty drinks,” I replied. “I guess those take a little longer to make.”</p><p>Savannah nodded and sipped her drink as I noted that she’d done her makeup in a way I hadn’t seen before. That made sense, of course. I’d done the same thing. Neither of us was playing the part of the suburban wife that was our day-to-day existence. It seemed that we’d both come to the bar with another goal in mind.</p><p>“You look really hot,” I said. It just sort of came out. I wasn’t flirting with her. She looked genuinely hot in a way that surprised me, though it shouldn’t have. I’d like to think I looked hot too, and in a way I don’t most of the time. After all, if you work to look hot in suburbia the other moms tend to think of you as an enemy.</p><p>My comment elicited a loud laugh from Savannah and it seemed to break the unspoken tension between us. “You do too,” she said.</p><p>My drink arrived and I took a quick sip, I think because I figured even a little bit of alcohol would help.</p><p>“So, I don’t know what you’re doing here,” Savannah started, “But based on the way you look and the fact that your husband isn’t here, I figure you’re probably here for the same reason I am.”</p><p>I didn’t know Savannah’s specific reason for being at the bar, though given how good she looked and the fact that her husband was also not present made it fairly easy to guess.</p><p>“That seems like a fair assumption,” I said. Again, Savannah and I are not good friends – not yet, at least – so I wasn’t going to come right and tell her that I was at the bar looking to do some flirting because my husband thought me fucking another guy was the hottest thing in the world.</p><p>Savannah stared like she was studying my face for a deeper meaning to my purposefully obtuse answer and then looked to her drink and took a long sip.</p><p>“Is it weird that we don’t know each other better?” Savannah asked.</p><p>“I guess so,” I said. “I mean, we’ve been neighbors for years. I don’t know, though. I guess I don’t really know any of our neighbors all that well.”</p><p>“I don’t either,” Savannah replied. “Sometimes I feel like that neighborhood is a viper’s nest where one wrong move puts you in everyone’s crosshairs and you end up on the outside looking in.”</p><p>I know it seems ridiculous – and I suppose it is – but Savannah wasn’t entirely wrong. As I mentioned above, if you do something as innocuous as look a little too hot as a suburban mom you can end up with everyone turning against you. In that specific case it’s like you have to make a silent agreement to not work too hard to look better than everyone else because you end up upsetting the balance of things and making the other women hate you.</p><p>“You’re not kidding,” I replied. “Do you remember Erica?”</p><p>“That poor girl,” Savannah said.</p><p>Erica moved into our neighborhood half a decade ago. She was a stay at home mom with a penchant for jogging in a sports bra and tight, brightly-colored leggings. She was also beautiful with a flawless body. Her beauty, her body, and her outfits made some of the wives in the neighborhood insecure and they promptly ostracized Erica. It’s fucked up, but that’s how it sometimes goes when you shrink your world down to the size of the neighborhood you live in.</p><p>“Do you come all the way out here for a little bit of freedom from all that suburban bullshit?” I asked.</p><p>I don’t mean to imply that it’s all bullshit, by the way. There are lots of advantages to living in the suburbs. It’s just that some of it really sucks.</p><p>“That’s one reason,” Savannah said.</p><p>It was her smile that made me think she came an hour from her house for more than a little bit of freedom from the suburbs.</p><p>“What’s the other reason?” I asked.</p><p>“Why would a woman spend nearly two hours on her hair, makeup, and outfit and go to a bar?” Savannah asked in response.</p><p>“Because she’s eager for a certain kind of male attention?” I replied.</p><p>Neither of us was openly admitting that’s why we were at the bar, and yet that’s exactly what we were both admitting. I couldn’t help but smile at Savannah’s clever way of talking around what we both seemed to know.</p><p>“Doesn’t that seem like something a good wife shouldn’t be doing?” Savannah asked.</p><p>That was when I decided I was going to take a leap. I was going to trust Savannah at least a little. I was going to hope for the best.</p><p>“That’s possible,” I said. “It’s also possible that some men have a different definition of what it means to be a good wife.”</p><p>“I suppose that is possible,” Savannah said. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but do you happen to know any men that have a different definition of what it means to be a good wife?”</p><p>“I might know a man like that,” I replied. I was still a little cagey. After all, there was a chance that Savannah was in the bar for a very different reason than me and she was just fishing for ammunition that could be used to stir up trouble in our neighborhood. As I’ve probably made clear, suburban people can be surprisingly petty when they’re bored.</p><p>“I might know a man like that too,” Savannah said.</p><p>At that point I was almost entirely certain Savannah and I shared something rather remarkable in common. I had no idea if her husband Jeff was actually into cuckolding, but it seemed like she was telling me that she’d come to the bar with his permission.</p><p>“This man you might know, would he find the idea of you being at this bar and looking as good as you look incredibly hot? Would he perhaps find it far hotter than you dressing up like that for him?” I asked.</p><p>Savannah sipped her drink, swallowed, and smiled in a way that I recognized. It was the kind of smile you unleash when you’ve met someone that shares something very specific and rare in common with you. It was the kind of joyful smile you unleash when you’ve met someone that you desperately want to talk to.</p><p>“Okay,” she said. “Cards on the table. Does Andrew want you to fuck other people?”</p><p>I nodded. “Yes. In fact, the idea of me fucking other people turns Andrew on like he’s never been turned on before. Is Jeff the same way?”</p><p>“He is,” Savannah said. “If I get laid tonight and then go home to him I could have him cumming in less than a minute. I usually try to make it last a little longer, but it could be damn near instantaneous if that’s what I wanted.”</p><p>“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” I said. “I’ve never seen anything like it with a man, and I haven’t actually fucked someone else for years. I’ve just been talking about doing it. I got Andrew to agree to go a week without an orgasm in exchange for sharing a fantasy with him. I was certain he wouldn’t do it, but he was totally on board. He waited a week and then I talked him through my fantasy and I swear I’ve never seen him cum so hard.”</p><p>“If you don’t mind me asking, why has it been so long since you took advantage of your freedom to be with someone else?” Savannah asked.</p><p>“Andrew was not well-behaved the first time I did it. Looking back, it was my mistake. I let him watch and he couldn’t help but try and control it and he just ended up ruining it. Plus, he was kind of whiny afterwards and it really ruined any fun I might have had,” I explained. “So this time I decided that I was going to take my time and make sure he was really committed before doing it again. I actually came here just to try and do a little flirting to see how it felt. Plus, I figured I could take a story home to Andrew,” I said. “How long have you and Jeff been doing this sort of thing, if you don’t mind me asking?”</p><p>Savannah finished her drink, slid the glass forward, and motioned for the bartender to make another for her. “Five years now,” she said. “The first few times weren’t great for us, either, to be honest, but that was more about the guys I slept with. One of them totally freaked out when he found out I was married and couldn’t finish. The other was really hot and had a really big dick but he didn’t seem to know anything about making a woman feel good with it. He fucked me so hard and so fast that all I felt was a mild pain. There wasn’t even a hint of pleasure to it. Plus, he finished remarkably fast. Then he got mad at me for not cumming, like it was somehow my fault that he was crap in bed.”</p><p>“It’s been better since?” I asked.</p><p>“I’ve gotten better at screening guys,” Savannah answered. “I still find a dud every now and then, but most of the time the sex is great and then I get to go home and have even more fun with Jeff.”</p><p>I suddenly felt like I could learn so much from Savannah. Her level of experience dwarfed mine. It wasn’t even close. “Is that why you like doing it? The play with Jeff?”</p><p>“Can I be honest?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“That’s a nice benefit, but for me it’s more of a selfish thing. It turns out that I really, really like being able to cut loose and let my, well, my slutty side out. Sometimes it’s not even about the sex for me. Sometimes it’s about breaking free from the relative monotony of my life to do something that seems a little bit insane, like fucking a stranger or dragging some guy to a bar bathroom so I can suck him off,” Savannah explained.</p><p>The more she talked the more it seemed like Savannah was light years ahead of me and that perhaps she’d taken her participation in this particular lifestyle to a place I wouldn’t want to go. That might have been fear talking, though, because I’m more than willing to admit that a big part of my attraction to cuckolding Andrew is the idea of getting to break free from the routine of our lives. Plus, every once in a while it feels good to do something slutty, or at least it did when I was younger.</p><p>“So what happens when you go home?” I asked. “Sorry if that’s too personal, but I don’t have any experience with that part yet.”</p><p>“That’s okay,” Savannah said. “I actually really like having someone to talk to about this stuff. As you might imagine, it’s pretty rare to find another woman that’s into this, especially once I feel like I can trust.”</p><p>She’d encapsulated my feelings perfectly. I’d gone to the bar to flirt, but I probably could have stayed there all night just talking to her about cuckolding.</p><p>“I try my best to mix it up when I go home to Jeff,” she said. “Last week I met a guy online. He was traveling to Dallas for business so I went to his hotel room and fucked him twice. When I went home I played with Jeff while telling him about the sex and then denied him the chance to cum. Two weeks before that I fucked a guy at a charity event – that was one pretty risky – and then dragged Jeff to a bathroom so he could fuck me while I told him all about it. I find that keeping things fresh ensures that Jeff doesn’t get bored.”</p><p>“Is that really a risk?” I asked. Andrew’s fantasy seemed so potent that it was hard to imagine him ever getting bored with it.</p><p>“Sure,” Savannah answered. “Do the same thing over and over and you’ll get bored eventually. It’s really easy to mix it up, though. Obviously I don’t know anything about Andrew’s specific fantasy, but I’ve found that mixing it up with Jeff also has the benefit of expanding his desires.”</p><p>“What is it?” I asked. There was a look on her face like she wanted to say more but was holding back. I couldn’t help but feel curious. It’s always the unsaid thing that’s the most interesting, right?</p><p>“It’s…well, okay, I know we don’t know each other that well, but can I trust you not to say this next part to anyone? Even your husband?” she asked.</p><p>“Of course,” I said. I meant it, too.</p><p>“In the past couple of months Jeff’s really gotten into the idea of another guy cumming inside me. What really turns him on, though, is the idea of getting to go down on me after. It’s like he’s discovered a whole new element of this that drives him crazy. I haven’t done it yet because it’s pretty hard to find a guy I trust enough to do that and I’m still not convinced he’d actually find it a turn on if he was actually licking someone else’s cum out of my pussy, but he really does get crazy with desire when we talk about it,” Savannah explained.</p><p>“Andrew really liked the idea of someone cumming inside me,” I said. “When I was sharing my fantasy with him, that is. That’s actually when he came. When I was talking about that. I don’t know if he’d be interested in cleaning it out of me, but I wouldn’t be surprised. He said he fantasizes about this kind of thing all the time.”</p><p>Savannah smiled. “Can I just say that I’m so glad you were here tonight? I just feel so happy to actually be able to talk to a friend about this, you know?”</p><p>I nodded. “I do. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I feel like we might become really good friends.”</p><p>“I’ll drink to that,” Savannah said.</p><p>She grabbed her recently-delivered drink and we toasted to our unique connection and the idea that it would form the bonds of an incredible friendship.</p><p>“So you came here to do a little flirting?” Savannah asked.</p><p>“I did,” I replied.</p><p>“How about we do that together?” she said. “A couple of very good looking guys just walked in and I think they might need a little company.”</p><p>“Sounds like fun,” I said.</p><p>“How did it go?” Andrew asked when I got home.</p><p>The eager look on his face made me think of a puppy, but in a good way. It was like he’d spent his entire night waiting for me to get home, unable to think of anything but what I was doing at the bar.</p><p>“Very well,” I replied.</p><p>I hadn’t done anything more than flirt, but I wanted to have a little fun with Andrew, so I decided to tease him by using the very truthful tale of what Savannah had done.</p><p>I beckoned Andrew to follow me to the bedroom and he hopped off the couch. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor as we stepped through the doorway. I kept my thong and heels on, figuring that he’d enjoy the way my legs and ass looked.</p><p>“How would you feel if I did a little more than flirt?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder.</p><p>“Did you?” he asked.</p><p>I spun around and pulled off the tight, low cut, long sleeve top I’d worn to the bar. I was going for casually sexy and I’m pretty sure I pulled it off.</p><p>“Andrew, darling,” I said as I stood there in my bra, panties, and heels, “You didn’t answer my question, and if I’m going to embrace this fantasy of yours I need you to be good for me. I need you to answer my questions when I ask and I need you to understand that I’m going to have to be the one that’s in control.”</p><p>“It would turn me on,” Andrew said. “If you did more than flirt. It would turn me on and it would probably make me a little anxious.”</p><p>“Get naked,” I said.</p><p>Andrew stripped and I smiled at the sight of his half hard cock.</p><p>“Come closer,” I said.</p><p>Andrew stepped closer and I wrapped my fingers around his cock. I stroked him and asked, “How would feel if yours wasn’t the only cock I had in my hand tonight?”</p><p>The look on his face answered my question, though Andrew seemed to have a little more difficulty offering an answer.</p><p>“I…I think I’d like it,” he said.</p><p>“You think you’d like it? Your cock is hard, Andrew. I just started stroking you and already you’re hard as a rock. Are you sure you think you’d like it, or would you like it more than you can even say?” I said.</p><p>“I’d love it,” he answered. “I would.”</p><p>I leaned closer and kissed his neck. I whispered, “How would you feel if I had another man’s cock in my mouth tonight?”</p><p>I felt his cock surge in my hand and Andrew leaned into me like he was worried he’d fall over if he didn’t have someone to help him regain his balance.</p><p>“Lily,” he said, “I…Did you go down on someone tonight?”</p><p>I was utterly delighted at how easy it was to get Andrew to completely surrender to his desire to be a cuckold. He was putty in my hands at that moment.</p><p>The truth was, Savannah had gone down on someone. She’d done it in the bar bathroom. She’d taken one of the guys we were flirting with to the bathroom and sucked him off. She’d told me about it afterwards, though since they’d left together it was pretty obvious they’d done something. She’d told me that she was going to go home to Jeff and tell him all about what she’d done and tease him with the idea that another man’s cock had been in her mouth. I figured I’d do the same with Andrew, only without giving a blowjob to another man.</p><p>“How would it make you feel if I sucked someone’s cock tonight, Andrew? How would it make you feel to know that another man came in your wife’s mouth tonight? How would it make you feel to know that I swallowed someone else’s cum tonight?” I asked.</p><p>Andrew answered by cumming all over my stomach and panties. I didn’t think I was stroking him fast enough to make him cum, but I was clearly wrong. He was so thrilled by the idea that I’d sucked off a stranger that he unleashed his load. I felt like I learned a lot in that moment and I wondered if Andrew was even more into cuckolding than I suspected.</p><p>“I guess that answers my question,” I said.</p><p>“Sorry,” he replied.</p><p>I kissed his cheek and said, “You don’t need to be. I think it’s kind of hot that you’re so turned on by this. It makes it much more likely that I’m actually going to do it.”</p><p>“You didn’t give a blowjob tonight?” he asked.</p><p>“No, darling, I didn’t. I said I was only going to flirt and that’s all I did,” I answered. I made no mention of meeting Savannah or the fact that she had given a blowjob. We’d both agreed that we wouldn’t let our husbands in on the fact that they were both cuckolds. “Are you disappointed?”</p><p>“No,” Andrew said with a smile. “That was a really quick orgasm, but it was incredibly hot, so thank you for that.”</p><p>I released his softening cock and asked, “I’d like you to go down on me after I clean up. I did spend the night flirting with a gorgeous man, after all, and I’m in need of an orgasm. Will you do that for me?”</p><p>“Of course,” Andrew replied.</p><p>I was going to have him go down on me first – I’ve found that most men are far more passionate about eating pussy when they’re turned on – but it ended up being a good orgasm nonetheless.</p><p>More importantly, I was absolutely certain that I was going to cuckold Andrew and that it was going to be far more pleasurable than I thought possible.</p>