<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="93114528" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Savannah called a little before noon the next day. I smiled when I saw her name on my phone and picked it up as quickly as possible. “Hey.”</p><p>“Hey there,” Savannah replied. “So, did you have any fun with Andrew last night?”</p><p>I glanced back at Andrew sitting in front of the TV and opened the sliding glass door to step out onto the back porch to make sure he didn’t listen hear our conversation. “I did,” I said. “When I got home I acted like I’d gone past flirting and gone down on someone.”</p><p>“What did he think?” Savannah asked.</p><p>“He had the quickest orgasm of his life,” I said. “I was going to have him go down on me first, but he came while I was teasing him. I guess the idea that I’d actually given someone a blowjob really turned him on. The thing that really seemed to get him off was the idea that I’d swallowed someone else’s cum.”</p><p>“It sounds like our husbands might have more in common than either of us thought,” Savannah said. “That’s exactly what Jeff loves, too. I know exactly what to say to drive him crazy and I know exactly what to say to get him off, and nothing seems to get him off faster than the idea of someone else cumming inside me.”</p><p>I sat in one of the lounge chairs by the pool as an unexpected sense of excitement spread from between her legs. “Can I ask, do you think you’d ever do that? I mean, does the idea of that turn you on?”</p><p>“Absolutely,” Savannah said. “I might be alone in this, but unprotected sex feels better to me. It’s not just the sensation, either. There’s something I like about the idea of a man cumming inside me after I’ve made him feel good. That’s partly why I like to play out that fantasy with Jeff. It turns us both on. Him more than me, admittedly, but I definitely find it exciting. How about you?”</p><p>I smiled. “I find it exciting too. You’re not wrong that it feels better without a condom. It doesn’t feel good enough to risk getting an STD, but it does feel better.”</p><p>“Hey, so, there’s another reason I called,” Savannah said.</p><p>There was something in her voice that made me think Savannah was about to propose something exciting. “Oh yeah?”</p><p>“Yeah. So, there’s this guy I know. He travels to Dallas on business a few times a year and I see him when he comes through. His company always puts him up at a really nice hotel and he always orders champagne and dessert and we always have really, really good sex,” Savannah explained.</p><p>“That sounds awfully nice,” I said.</p><p>“It is. I’m bringing it up because he’s coming to town a month from now and he’s traveling with a coworker who’s interested in meeting a woman like me. You know, someone who’s in the mood for a little no strings attached fun. There’s no pressure, of course, but I thought of you,” Savannah said.</p><p>“I’m in,” I said. I didn’t even have to think about it. Savannah had presented me with the perfect opportunity to cuckold my husband for the second time and I wasn’t going to pass it up. She’d already done the vetting – to a certain degree, at least – and in a month’s time I’d know if Andrew was actually up for being good this time. If he wasn’t, I could cancel. Savannah’s friend would probably be pissed, but that wouldn’t really be my problem. “As long as you hang around long enough to make sure his friend isn’t a psycho.”</p><p>“Don’t worry about that,” Savannah said. “You have no idea how excited I am to have a friend to talk about this stuff with. I’m not going to screw that up by setting you up with a psycho, I promise.”</p><p>I smiled. I felt the same way. Running into Savannah had changed things for me. Suddenly, I wasn’t alone. I had someone to talk to, to exchange ideas with, and to air out my frustrations to, should any arise. “I really appreciate it,” I said. “I appreciate everything, in fact. It’s really nice to be able to talk to you.”</p><p>“So, after getting home last night and playing with Andrew, was there any part of you that wished you’d actually had a little fun with the guy you were flirting with?” Savannah asked in a decidedly playful tone.</p><p>“Kinda,” I said. “Given how excited Andrew was at the idea of me having that kind of fun, I can’t imagine he would have been angry if I’d actually gone down on someone.”</p><p>“Sometimes, doing something like that makes me insatiable,” Savannah said. “Like, I get a little taste of that thrill and I just want more of it. It’s incredible. It’s how I know this is the right lifestyle for me, as strange as it might seem to some people.”</p><p>“Does that mean you’re going out again tonight?” I asked.</p><p>Savannah laughed. “I wish, but we have a dinner to go to. Jeff’s boss invited us over and you can’t pass up a dinner with the boss, you know?”</p><p>“You could always have a little fun with his boss,” I replied.</p><p>Savannah laughed even louder. “You haven’t seen the man,” she said. “He’s not exactly the kind of guy I’d want to have fun with. I like the way you think, though. Keep your mind on that track, Lily, and you’re going to be the kind of wife your husband craves.”</p><p>“I’ll try my best,” I said.</p><p>“Alright, I gotta go. It was good talking, though. I’ll let my friend know that you’re on board for our little meeting a month from now?” she asked.</p><p>“Absolutely,” I replied. “I’ll talk to you later.”</p><p>I hung up and stared out over the pool as I considered whether Andrew would be ready to be cuckolded in a month’s time. I knew it would be a leap of faith no matter what. Even if it felt like he was ready, it wouldn’t matter if he changed his mind on the day of, or if he completely freaked out when I came home after having someone else inside me. After all, the first time I cuckolded him Andrew seemed like he was on board, but he couldn’t quite keep it together while it was actually happening.</p><p>I headed inside with a smile on my face and a naughty idea in my head. I made a beeline for the living room, grabbed the remote from Andrew’s hand, and straddled him. He looked up and I leaned down and kissed him as my hips moved over his crotch. I did everything I could to work him into a lust-fueled frenzy, and it worked. Of course it worked. It always works. Guys are easy that way.</p><p>“If you’re good for the next month, I’ll cuckold you,” I said as Andrew’s hands moved under my shirt and up my back.</p><p>First, he looked surprised. A few moments later I watched a look of joy wash over his face. “Really?” he said.</p><p>“I have a date,” I explained. “He’s coming into town on business a month from now. He and I are going to meet at his hotel and he’s going to fuck me, as long as you’re good for the next month. If you’re not, I’ll cancel the date and we’ll put your cuckold fantasy to rest. If you can’t be good, I will never entertain the idea of fucking someone else. Do you understand?”</p><p>Andrew nodded. “I do.”</p><p>In the process of getting Andrew worked up I’d gotten myself all hot and bothered, as tends to happen. Thankfully, I had a would-be cuckold at my disposal, which meant I could put Andrew to work.</p><p>“I want to cum,” I said. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want you to take your time. I want you to make me cum multiple times. I want you to do it without touching your cock. You will not cum today. Are you willing to do that?”</p><p>“I am,” Andrew said without hesitation.</p><p>I felt a sense of power over him that I loved. It was largely based in his genuine eagerness to pleasure me without any thought of his own orgasm, but it was intoxicating. I climbed off his lap, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. I stripped, Andrew kept his clothes on, and he took his time like I wanted him to. He used his tongue and fingers and he got me off three times over the course of an hour. When he was finished I texted Savannah to tell her about my husband’s dedication. She told me it was only going to get better when I actually cuckolded him.</p><p>“This place is a little dive-y,” Savannah explained as the Uber pulled up to our destination. “Don’t let that scare you, though. That’s the point. We’re not here to meet a husband, you know? We’re here to have fun.”</p><p>She’d called me a few hours prior and asked if I wanted to go to a bar with her. She wanted a wing woman for a little flirting and hopefully a little fun. We’d been in touch almost daily since our chance meeting a week ago and I couldn’t turn down the chance to spend a little more time with my new friend, so I accepted.</p><p>At Savannah’s instructions I wore the tightest jeans I owned, a pair of cowgirl boots, and a tight tank top. She’d specifically mentioned a push-up bra, too, so I had one of those on. We looked like sisters as we got out of the car and headed into the bar and we got an awful lot of stares as we walked in. The bar was the sort of place where guys openly stared and the women enjoyed the attention, so I made no attempt to hide my enjoyment of the openly lascivious looks directed my way.</p><p>Savannah ordered two shots at the bar, the bartender poured them, and we threw them down immediately. I was following her lead, but I suspected she was trying to show anyone that was watching that we weren’t a pair of delicate flowers. We were there to have a little fun. The bar was populated by blue collar types. Lots of guys with stubble, callused hands, and the sort of strength that comes from lifting heavy things all day long. I could see why Savannah thought it was a target-rich environment. These were the sorts of men that could fuck a woman the way she needed to be fucked.</p><p>If you’ve watched too many movies and TV shows, you might have expected the men to be disgusting. You might think they’d come up, offer a crass pickup line, and hope that Savannah and I would be eager to run to the bathroom for a doggystyle quickie bent over the sink. I’m sure men like that exist, but I haven’t met many of them in Texas. Each and every guy that came up looking to flirt was actually rather polite. Not once did I hear something truly disgusting. Instead, I received a deluge of lovely compliments, was offered more drinks than one person could possibly have consumed, and did a whole lot of flirting with a whole lot of men I would have enjoyed fucking.</p><p>I felt free being there with Savannah. Her presence made it feel safer to indulge in Andrew’s fantasy and make it my own. That’s why I thought about having sex with every single guy that came up to us. I had no plans on having sex – that was still scheduled to happen with Savannah’s out of town friend – but I still thought about it. I thought about seeing the guys naked, about what their cocks looked like, about how good it would feel to have them on top of me and thrusting in and out of me.</p><p>It wasn’t until an hour into our evening that we met two guys worth spending a little time with. They were just as good looking as everyone else, but they were a little more personable. They were funny and flirty and came on with just the right level of assertiveness.</p><p>I could see right away that Savannah intended on fucking the guy she gravitated towards. Her body language changed and she got considerably flirtier. I felt the same sort of thing towards Taylor, the guy I was flirting with. There was real chemistry, and while I wasn’t going to fuck him – I’d decided I was going to make Andrew wait the full month before I cuckolded him – I did want to have a little fun.</p><p>The bar played, “Man! I Feel Like a Woman,” by Shania Twain and Taylor took my hand and pulled me off my stool to dance (it’s actually a pretty great song to dance to). Savannah and her man joined us – along with dozens of other people – and it became clear that Taylor was the sort of man that would have fucked me with exceptional skill. In my experience, when a man can dance he’s going to be good in bed.</p><p>A slow song came on after and Taylor pulled me close and put his hands on my hips. We kissed not long after. I had to kiss him. He deserved a kiss. He was good, too. I welcomed his tongue when he offered it, too. I couldn’t resist.</p><p>It was when I felt his cock press into me that I decided I was going to make him cum. It all felt right. I was turned on. He was turned on. The night had been an absolute blast, and I felt like it was a good test for Andrew. How would he feel if I actually went down on someone? How would he feel if I actually swallowed someone else’s cum?</p><p>“Did you drive here?” I asked Taylor during the slow song.</p><p>He nodded and I kissed him again.</p><p>“Take me to your truck,” I said. The parking lot had been chock full of trucks, so I was just making an educated guess.</p><p>Taylor smiled, took my hand, and led me out of the bar. He opened the passenger door of a black Ford F-150, closed it, and headed for the driver’s side (I told you Texan men are polite).</p><p>The kissing got a lot hotter once he got in. He played with my breasts and I played with his cock. He was so hard for me and I’ll admit that it felt really good to make a man I wasn’t married to hard like that.</p><p>You know what I enjoyed most? Taylor’s hands on my breasts. He had the calluses I mentioned. He had long fingers and really strong hands and it felt good to touched by a man like that. I wasn’t really thinking about anything at the time, but in retrospect the fun I had in Taylor’s truck ignited a significant desire in me. My point of view shifted. Suddenly, the pleasure Andrew would take in being a cuckold became a lovely byproduct of the pursuit of my pleasure.</p><p>It was a little after Taylor worked his fingers into my bra to play with my breasts that I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. I stroked him as we kissed. We filled his car with moans. The windows even got a little fogged up.</p><p>I moved back a little and dropped my head into his lap. I kissed the head of his cock and ran my tongue over it as Taylor moaned in the most wonderful way. I felt genuine excitement at making this man feel good. He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass through my jeans. I moaned as he squeezed my butt.</p><p>Then I took him into my mouth. I gave Taylor a blowjob. It was a good blowjob, too. I was passionate about it. I really put in my best effort. I sucked and stroked and used my tongue.</p><p>Blowjobs in trucks can go wrong. Guys can get way too aggressive and try to push the girl’s head down. They can lose themselves in their pleasure and decide that the girl’s mouth is nothing more than a hole for them to use. Girls really don’t like that, which is why I was thankful that Taylor wasn’t that guy. He kept touching me throughout, but he kept his hands away from my head and neck. It actually seemed like he was trying to make me feel good in whatever way he could.</p><p>That’s why I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down. I moved a little closer and his fingers moved down my back, over my ass, and between my legs. He pulled my panties aside, slipped inside my pussy, and worked me over as I worked him. That was the moment I thought about fucking him. I thought about straddling him, taking him inside me, and riding him like a wild woman until he came. I didn’t, of course. Andrew would have to wait for that pleasure, but I thought about it.</p><p>Instead, we made each other cum. Taylor worked my pussy with his fingers and I worked his cock with my mouth. I sealed my lips tight around the head as he exploded in my mouth and I swallowed everything he gave me. I came just a few moments after swallowing and it was an exceptionally good orgasm. It was unquestionably made better by the intense arousal I felt, as tends to happen.</p><p>“Damn, you’re incredible,” he said afterwards.</p><p>“Why thank you,” I replied. “You’re not so bad yourself.”</p><p>He laughed and said, “How would you feel about giving me your number?”</p><p>“Would it be okay if I took yours instead?” I said.</p><p>“Not at all,” Taylor replied.</p><p>I pulled out my phone and he gave me his contact info. I smiled at the idea of showing Andrew another man’s number in my phone.</p><p>“I should confess,” I said. “I’m married, but my husband knows what I’m doing and he’s okay with it. I know that’s a problem for some men, so let me know if you’re not okay with it and I won’t get in touch.”</p><p>“That’s not a problem for me,” Taylor said. “You can call me anytime.”</p><p>“I will,” I said before buttoning up my jeans and making sure my bra was still in place. “I’ll be in touch soon.”</p><p>I got out of the truck and headed back towards the bar with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step. I was genuinely giddy, both from the exceptional pleasure of my orgasm and the idea of going home to share with Andrew. First, I wanted to check in with Savannah.</p><p>She and her man had made their way to a booth and they were kissing as I walked in, took a seat at the bar, and ordered a drink. Not long after Savannah was at my side.</p><p>“What happened?” Savannah asked with a smile on her face.</p><p>“I met a nice man, took him to his truck, and gave him a blowjob,” I replied.</p><p>Savannah put her arm around me and smiled like she was beaming with pride. “How was it?”</p><p>“It was incredible,” I said. “I came close to fucking him, too. He had his fingers inside me. It felt so good. He made me cum, too.”</p><p>“I’m glad you had a good time,” Savannah said. “Are you heading back home now?”</p><p>“I think I’ll have another drink and bask in my success before heading home. You can go back to your man, though. Don’t let me stop you from getting what you’re looking for,” I said with a smile.</p><p>Savannah stepped away and said, “I’ll call you tomorrow,” before heading back to the man she’d been fooling around with.</p><p>I enjoyed my drink, did a little flirting, and headed home to have fun with Andrew.</p>