<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="122290540" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Will I see you again?” Taylor asked as I walked him to the front door.</p><p>My pussy was still tingling from the vigorous fucking he’d given me after breakfast and I felt like I was riding high from the orgasm I’d experienced. There was only one possible answer. “Absolutely,” I said.</p><p>I pressed my body against his and we kissed as he grasped my ass through the soft silk of the little robe I’d put on to see him out of the hotel room. I opened my mouth to moan and our tongues entwined. I considered getting on my knees and getting him hard for a quickie before he departed, but after four orgasms in less than 12 hours it wasn’t likely to be a quickie for Taylor.</p><p>“I’ll call,” I said. “I’m not sure when, but I’ll call.”</p><p>“I’m available whenever you want me,” he replied with a smile.</p><p>I waved goodbye as he stepped into the hallway and headed for the elevator. I smiled as the door slowly shut and I turned around and leaned against it for a moment while I thought of how skillfully Taylor had fucked me that morning.</p><p>I loosened the sash on my robe and let it fall open before I sauntered past the bathroom and towards Andrew, who was waiting on his knees on the other side of the bed. It was the same position he’d been in to watch Taylor fuck me one last time before our overnight adventure ended.</p><p>“We have an hour before checkout,” I said as Andrew’s eyes wandered over my body. “And I promised you an orgasm.”</p><p>He smiled and nodded.</p><p>“Would you still like to cum?” I asked.</p><p>He nodded again, this time with far greater vigor.</p><p>I felt an uncommon kind of power in that moment. I was riding high from having truly great sex – and when I say great, I mean it in the truest sense – and my husband was on his knees awaiting my permission to do just about anything. He’d been exceptionally well-behaved throughout our stay in the hotel room, unlike when he’d deeply disappointed me on vacation all those years ago. It seemed that I’d done a good job creating the kind of cuckold I wanted, and it wasn’t until that moment in the hotel room that it dawned on me just how good a job I’d done. That was the thing that filled me with a sense of power. I have to say, I really liked it. It was much more of a turn on than I ever thought that sort of thing could be.</p><p>I approached Andrew and sat on the edge of the bed. I slowly spread my legs and his eyes focused on my pussy. “Did you enjoy watching Taylor’s cock slide in and out of me?” I asked.</p><p>“I loved it,” Andrew said. His still-stiff cock was a testament to just how much he’d enjoyed himself.</p><p>“What was your favorite position to watch us in?” I asked.</p><p>“Missionary,” Andrew said. “When I watched from here the look on your face was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When I watched from the foot of the bed it was…it was just incredible seeing him move in and out of you. Seeing your body open for him and welcome him. Seeing how you stretched out around him and how deep he went inside you. It was all just…it was amazing. I mean, every position was amazing, but I liked missionary best.”</p><p>I think that was the moment I began to understand just how deeply Andrew enjoyed being cuckolded. It seemed like the act of watching me get fucked brought him just as much pleasure as getting fucked had brought me. It was really quite beautiful. That was also the moment where I decided that Andrew deserved the best orgasm possible.</p><p>“Would it turn you on to taste my pussy?” I asked. “To taste the pussy that another man just fucked? To kiss the labia that spread around Taylor’s big cock as he fucked me? To taste our sweat and my juices and perhaps a little hint of the condom that I carefully rolled down Taylor’s beautiful cock before I welcomed him inside me?”</p><p>Andrew’s eyes fluttered for a moment and he groaned in the most beautiful way as I painted a picture that he seemed to find rather arousing. “I’d love that,” he said. “I’d love to taste your pussy.”</p><p>He leaned forward but I put a hand on the top of his head to stop him. “Did I give you permission to taste my pussy?” I asked.</p><p>I saw surprise and delight in his eyes as Andrew looked up at me. “No, sorry,” he said.</p><p>“That’s okay,” I replied. “I’d like it if you would ask for permission, though.”</p><p>“Lily, may I taste your pussy?” he asked. “May I taste the pussy that another man fucked?”</p><p>“You may,” I replied.</p><p>Andrew showed remarkable restraint as he leaned in and kissed my labia. I figured he’d push his tongue as deep inside me as possible right away, but he took his time. Unlike the first time he’d watched me fuck someone else, he was clearly trying to savor the experience. He kissed his way all around my pussy, including my thighs, and then ran his tongue over my clit a handful of times, eliciting a lovely moan.</p><p>“Put your tongue inside me,” I suggested, figuring he’d enjoy a little direction. “Put your tongue where Taylor’s big cock went.”</p><p>Andrew moaned at that and soon after his face was pressed against my pussy as his tongue explored my insides. I put a hand on the back of his head and held him there as his moan deepened.</p><p>“Mmm, that feels nice,” I said. “Taste me, Andrew. Taste my pussy. Taste my juices. Taste the condom that Taylor pumped his load into while he was buried so deep in your wife’s cunt.”</p><p>Andrew moaned even louder. I wasn’t sure if it was the particularly dirty word I’d used or the notion of tasting the condom, but he seemed to like what I was saying.</p><p>I pushed back on Andrew’s head and smiled as he looked up at me. “Do you like that another man came while he was inside your wife, Andrew?”</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“Do you like that my pussy felt so good that Taylor fucked me four times in the past 12 hours?” I asked. “Do you like that your wife’s pussy was so irresistible to that gorgeous man that he couldn’t help but fuck me four times?”</p><p>“I love it,” Andrew answered.</p><p>“Stay here,” I said as I stood up and headed for the bathroom. I picked up the garbage can and retrieved the condom Taylor had used that morning. I held it up and saw an impressively large load of his thick cum resting in the tip. I smiled and decided to take a bit of risk in the name of offering Andrew an orgasm that might prove more satisfying than simply jerking off or even fucking me.</p><p>I returned to my husband with the condom dangling in front of me. I sat down and held it in front of him. I studied his face as he stared at the cum-filled prophylactic. I wasn’t entirely certain, but he seemed utterly entranced by the sight of it.</p><p>“Taylor wore this while he fucked me,” I said. “This was wrapped around his big, beautiful cock as it slid in and out of my tight cunt. He filled this condom with his load while he was buried deeper in my pussy than your cock has ever gone.”</p><p>That one elicited a rather lusty moan from my husband, which convinced me that I was doing a decent job of turning him on.</p><p>I smiled and dipped two fingers into the condom until they were soaked in Taylor’s still-warm cum. I pulled them out and saw just a hint of nervousness on Andrew’s face, like he was worried I was going to make him taste Taylor’s load. I intended on doing that, but indirectly. I sucked my fingers cleaned and moaned as I tasted Taylor’s cum. It wasn’t the first time I’d done so, as you remember, and I don’t find the taste of cum disgusting so my moan was at least partly genuine. The look on Andrew’s face was one of excitement, too, as if my choice had sent him a little further into his lust.</p><p>I dipped my fingers into the condom again and once again they emerged covered in cum. I sucked them clean again, but this time I offered them to Andrew once they’d left my mouth. He happily took them onto his tongue and sucked them. I moaned, just to make sure he knew that I thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing. Honestly, the whole thing felt exceptionally hot as we ventured into unknown territory together.</p><p>I dipped my fingers into the condom again, sucked them clean again, and then dropped to my knees so my face was level with Andrew’s. I leaned closer and tilted my head. He didn’t move an inch, and when my lips met his and I opened my mouth, Andrew did the same. Our tongues danced and I shared just a little bit of Taylor’s cum with him. It probably wasn’t enough to taste like anything other than a tiny dash of salt, but the way he moaned and the way his tongue moved made it clear Andrew was enjoying himself.</p><p>I pulled back from the kiss and looked down at his cock. He was still hard as a rock and a kinky idea popped into my head. I looked up at Andrew and smiled as I grabbed the base of his shaft. I leaned in to kiss him. Our mouths opened. Our tongues danced once more. I gave his cock a few strokes and then I moved swiftly to put Taylor’s used condom over Andrew’s shaft.</p><p>He tried to pull back as I wrapped his cock in another man’s condom, but I grabbed the base of his shaft hard and made it impossible to move away without experiencing pain. The moment the condom was fully on his cock I kept my fingers around the base to secure it and stroked him with my other hand. I bathed Andrew’s cock in Taylor’s warm cum and he moaned into my mouth. Whatever panic he might have felt seemingly washed away the moment he experienced the pleasure of a cum-soaked handjob.</p><p>“It’s okay to enjoy this,” I whispered. “It’s okay to enjoy being a cuckold, Andrew. There’s no reason to be nervous or embarrassed. Just enjoy the fact that you’re getting a handjob with another man’s cum as the lube. Enjoy that the condom that was wrapped rightly around Taylor’s cock is so loose around yours. Enjoy that he got to enjoy my pussy and all you’re getting is my hand.”</p><p>I had him. Andrew might have experienced misgivings of some kind when he first felt the condom moving down his shaft, but they were gone.</p><p>“Cum for me, Andrew,” I said. “Cum into Taylor’s condom. Cum like a cuckold.”</p><p>It didn’t take long for Andrew to do just that. Pleasure washed over his face as I stroked him into the condom. His body tensed up for a moment and then I felt his cock pulsing in my hand as he unleashed his cum into Taylor’s condom.</p><p>Andrew gently fell forward and rested his head against my shoulder as I released his cock and held him. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back and listened to his heavy breathing with a smile on my face.</p><p>“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.</p><p>“I loved that,” he answered.</p><p>“Good,” I replied. “I think you’ll have a lot more orgasms like that one in the future. I’m enjoying cuckolding you a lot more than I thought I would.”</p><p>“Thank you,” he said. “For the orgasm. For enjoying cuckolding me. For all of it. For everything.”</p><p>“Trust me, it’s my pleasure,” I replied. “Speaking of which, would you be willing to go down on me before we leave? I got all hot and bothered getting you off and I’d really like to cum again.”</p><p>Andrew leaned back and smiled. “It would be my pleasure. Let me just toss this condom and clean up a little.”</p><p>He stood and walked towards the bathroom as I got in the bed and spread my legs. I really was worked up. Making Andrew cum wasn’t anywhere near as arousing as fucking Taylor, but it was a lot of fun and having another orgasm felt like a great way to finish what had been a thrilling night and morning of cuckolding.</p><p>Andrew returned from the bathroom, crawled between my legs, and went to work. He delivered a long session of oral pleasure and ended up giving me two orgasms, which I was more than happy to receive.</p><p>That night with Taylor gave me full confidence that Andrew was ready to be a good cuckold, which is why things got a lot naughtier in subsequent months. I’ll tell you about some of that next time.</p>