<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="113294666" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>I spent the night in Aaron’s hotel room after our foursome with Savannah and Gary. I thought about going home, but I was exhausted and, to be honest, I was hoping I’d get to fuck Aaron again in the morning.</p><p>My wish came true, of course. What man turns down the chance to fuck a beautiful woman? Certainly not Aaron. I woke up with his arms around me and his stiff cock pressing into my ass. Morning wood can be kind of wonderful if you’re a woman in the mood to cuckold her husband one more time before she goes home to him.</p><p>I ground my ass into Aaron’s cock a little and just like that he was ready to fuck me. His cock was inside me not long after and we worked our way through a trio of positions before cumming together. It was a spectacular way to conclude what had been a perfect evening, or as close to such a thing as I’ve ever experienced.</p><p>The night before, I’d let Andrew know that I’d cuckolded him and that I’d be spending the night with the man whose cock had pleasured me. I texted him again the next morning to let him know I’d just cuckolded him once more and was on my way home. It was time to reveal the fun I’d gotten up to.</p><p>“Hey,” was all Andrew said when I got home. His eyes wandered over my body, as if he was searching for physical evidence that I’d fucked someone else. I knew that evidence – to a certain degree, at least – existed between my legs. Aaron had given me a good fucking before I’d left and my pussy lips were enflamed and I was still soaked from the pleasure of it.</p><p>I stood by the front door and smiled. “Hey,” I replied. I wanted to see what he would do if I offered nothing more than a simple greeting.</p><p>“How…how was your night?” Andrew asked. He sounded a little nervous, like I was going to give an answer he didn’t like, though I couldn’t tell you what he thought that answer might be. He knew how my night had gone.</p><p>I’d been a little nervous coming home, if I’m being honest, though perhaps not for the reason you might think. My nerves were almost entirely because I worried that Andrew might be like he was the last time. I worried he might be freaking out, that he might try and seize control of the situation, or that he might get annoyed or angry with me for cuckolding him and it not being precisely what he wanted it to be. Thankfully, I saw none of that on Andrew’s face or in his body language. He seemed a little nervous, but otherwise I was fairly certain I detected excitement, and excitement can always be stoked.</p><p>I offered a seductive smile and approached Andrew with a sway in my hips. His eyes wandered over my body again, but this time I saw the arousal. I stopped in front of him and spun around. “Unzip my dress,” I said.</p><p>Andrew reached up and gently tugged on the zipper. He helped me out of the dress and I gently kicked it aside and turned around so he could admire my body.</p><p>“I gave this body to another man last night,” I said.</p><p>Andrew stepped closer and reached out. His fingers found my hips and moved gently up my torso until they rested just under my breast.</p><p>“His name was Aaron. He’s from out of town. He enjoyed my body multiple times last night and again this morning,” I explained.</p><p>Andrew stepped closer and his fingers encircled my breast as his other hand moved to my ass. His touch was confident and I could feel his cock throbbing as he pressed his body against mine.</p><p>“A friend introduced me to Aaron,” I continued. “You know her, actually. Savannah, from down the street. She cuckolds her husband too. We actually had a foursome last night.”</p><p>“A foursome?” Andrew asked.</p><p>I reached up and took his head in my hands. “Yes, a foursome. Savannah and I got fucked in the same hotel room. In the same bed, in fact. We even fooled around for the guys. In truth, Andrew, your wife was a little bit of a slut last night.”</p><p>He groaned and squeezed my ass harder. His cock felt remarkably stiff and I was quite certain he wanted to fuck me. The only question was whether I wanted that.</p><p>“Does that turn you on, Andrew?” I asked. “Do you like that I was slutty last night? Do you like that I did things last night that I’ve never done with you?”</p><p>Andrew nodded.</p><p>“We were both on our hands and knees at one point,” I said. “We were both getting fucked from behind, Andrew. We were both moaning. Savannah kissed me. I kissed a woman as I was getting fucked doggystyle by another man. I’ve never felt so slutty in my life. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so turned on, either.”</p><p>Andrew was all in at that point. Any apprehension he might have been feeling had been washed away by his desire, which was exactly where I wanted him to be.</p><p>“Do you want to see my pussy?” I asked.</p><p>Andrew nodded.</p><p>“You know that another man fucked it this morning, right? You know his cock was inside me for a long session of blissful sex that made me tingle from head to toe when I came, right?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Andrew said. “Please, Lily, I want to see it.”</p><p>“Do you remember what happened the last time I cuckolded you, Andrew?” I asked.</p><p>“I was an asshole,” he answered.</p><p>It was true, as you know, and it was nice to hear him say it without hesitation. “That’s right. You were an asshole, which was disappointing to me. It was nice to fuck someone new. I found it thrilling, in fact, and you ruined it by acting like an overgrown baby who could only think of himself once he’d blown his load.”</p><p>There was a little more anger in my voice than I intended, which I attributed to my genuine disappointment. The truth was, I had thoroughly enjoyed cuckolding Andrew that first time on vacation. The guy was hot and the sex was good, though it was really all the excitement of fucking someone new that I enjoyed most of all. Andrew had brought that all crashing down by being selfish and I suspect I was angrier about it than I let myself realize.</p><p>“I’m sorry, Lily,” Andrew said. He looked genuinely contrite, and maybe a little bit scared that I’d cuckolded him but wasn’t going to let him enjoy his half of it. “I know I was selfish. I know I had no right to be. I know I basically used you as a prop in my fantasy and then acted like you didn’t have the right to get anything out of it. I’m so sorry about that.”</p><p>That moment was the first time Andrew had displayed a genuine understanding of why I’d found his actions so frustrating on our vacation. It wasn’t so much that he’d cum – though that was certainly annoying – it was what he did afterwards that I found so irritating. He could have left the room and let me enjoy the sex I was having. Instead, he acted like I had no right to even be having that sex.</p><p>“Come,” I said. I turned and headed for the bedroom. Andrew followed. I sat on the edge of the bed and he approached. “On your knees.”</p><p>Andrew fell to his knees and looked up at me. I felt kind of powerful. I was in possession of the one thing my husband wanted more than any other in that moment. All I had to do was pull aside my panties and I could thrill him.</p><p>“Kiss my feet,” I said.</p><p>Andrew’s head fell to the floor. He kissed my bare feet, moving from one to the other. I felt a little more powerful, which I really liked.</p><p>“Look up at me,” I said.</p><p>Andrew looked up at me with bright, eager eyes.</p><p>“I’ve changed over the past few months, Andrew,” I said. “I sucked a stranger’s cock in a car. I made out with a girl. I had a foursome. I had what was essentially a one night stand with a man. I fucked that man again the next morning. Now my husband is on his knees between my legs and he looks desperate to see the pussy that someone else fucked.”</p><p>Andrew also looked like he was going out of his mind with desire as I recalled the exploits I’d indulged in since running into Savannah at that bar out of town.</p><p>“I’m not going back, Andrew,” I continued. “The suburban married life we once led isn’t good enough for me. Not anymore. I need you to be okay with that. I need you to be a good husband and a good cuckold. I can’t have it any other way.”</p><p>“I’ll be good,” Andrew said. “I will.”</p><p>“I want to believe you,” I replied. “But you’ll have to prove it. However, I promise that as long as you’re good, I’ll be the wife you want me to be. I’ll be the good suburban wife. I’ll host the parties. I’ll look good when we go to work parties. I’ll be charming with your boss. More importantly, I’ll take care of your sexual needs if you can be a good cuckold. I’ll take us both to heights of pleasure we never imagined possible.”</p><p>“That’s what I want,” Andrew said. “It is. I promise.”</p><p>I was still skeptical, to be honest. Men, as you might know, have a tendency to say just about anything when they want to cum. They tend to make promises they have no intention of keeping. In a way I can understand it. The desire to cum is exceptionally strong, which means just about anything will pour from their mouths when they’re in the mood.</p><p>Andrew had been good, though. He hadn’t complained once the second time around. He’d dealt with my continued denials as I made him prove that he was willing to be a good cuckold. Because of that, he deserved a little bit of pleasure. I was simply going to have to take a leap of faith and risk being disappointed again.</p><p>I leaned back, spread my legs, and pulled my panties aside. Andrew’s gaze shifted between my legs and remained there. He stared at my plump pussy lips and I looked down to see that they were still a little bit swollen from the vigorous fucking Aaron had given me that morning.</p><p>“He was inside me for nearly twenty minutes this morning. We started in missionary, I rode him, and we finished in doggystyle. I came twice. Another man fucked your wife’s tight, wet pussy this morning and after he made me cum the second time he had a long, loud, incredible orgasm. Another man fucked me this morning and came hard, Andrew. My pussy made someone else cum,” I said. As I uttered the words I could see his arousal deepening. He seemed completely lost in the pleasure of his cuckolding.</p><p>“Twenty minutes?” he asked.</p><p>I smiled and nodded. “You’ve never lasted that long, have you?”</p><p>Andrew shook his head. “No,” he said. “Were the orgasms…were they good?”</p><p>“They were incredible,” I answered. “Last night and this morning. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time, Andrew. It turns out that I like cuckolding you. I like fucking new people. I like being a little bit wild and kinky. It turns me on. It makes me cum harder than fucking you ever could.”</p><p>I was actually getting a little bit worked up talking about it. It was the combination of Andrew being on his knees and reliving the handful of thrilling, naughty experiences I’d had since Savannah and I ran into each other.</p><p>“Andrew, will you eat my pussy?” I asked. I don’t normally talk like that – or I didn’t before all of this began – but it felt so good coming out of my mouth. “Will you eat my pussy like a good cuckold?”</p><p>Andrew looked up at me and nodded.</p><p>I leaned back and said, “Do it. Eat my pussy.”</p><p>He crawled a little bit closer and went to work. For the first time in my life I understood why some men get off on the idea of a girl happily falling to her knees to give head. I was on a little bit of a power trip and it made me feel good. Andrew was into it, too. He ate my pussy with far greater vigor than I could remember and he actually moaned while doing it. Plus, he kept his hands away from his cock. Instead, he rubbed my legs and reached up to play with my tits at one point. It was all quite nice as he focused all of his efforts on me.</p><p>I came far quicker than I thought I would. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, to be honest. My legs trembled and my toes curled and I actually felt my pussy pulsing a little bit. It was all just incredible.</p><p>When I’d finished cumming, Andrew looked up at me. His face was covered in my juices and I couldn’t help but smile. “Get naked,” I said. “Join me in the bed.”</p><p>I got into the bed and Andrew stripped and joined me. I cuddled up next to him and took his cock in my hand. I made sure to press my body against his. I wanted him to feel my tits against his chest. I kissed him as I played with his cock and he moaned into my mouth. I even sucked on his tongue a little, something he’s always enjoyed that I tend not to do all that often.</p><p>“I’m hooked now, Andrew,” I said. “I don’t think I can stop. I need you to keep being a good cuckold. Can you do that for me?”</p><p>“Yes,” Andrew said.</p><p>“That means you won’t fuck me anywhere near as often as you used to,” I continued. “It means other men might enjoy my pussy more often than you do.”</p><p>Andrew groaned, which I took as a good sign. Plus, the look on his face was one of pure pleasure, like I was saying exactly what he wanted to hear.</p><p>“It means I’ll have to find a way to punish you if you misbehave,” I said. “Because I’m not willing to simply forgo fucking other people. I need this now, Andrew. I’ve seen just how much fun it can be and I can’t go back to the boring life I was living before. I need the excitement. I need the thrill. Do you understand?”</p><p>He nodded. “I do. I’ll be good, Lily. I will. I’ll be a good cuckold for you.”</p><p>“If you do that for me, you’ll be rewarded,” I said. “I’ll make all your fantasies come true, Andrew. I will. You’ll get to watch me suck someone else’s cock. You’ll get to watch me fuck other men. You’ll get to watch someone else cum inside me.”</p><p>A wild, lusty look came over his face. He liked the idea of someone else cumming inside me. Of course he did.</p><p>“You like that, don’t you?” I asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“I like it too,” I said. “I would have liked to feel Aaron cum in my pussy. I would have enjoyed bringing home a cum-filled pussy to my cuckold husband.” I thought of what Savannah had said about her husband enjoying clean up. I decided to see if Andrew found the idea arousing. “I would have enjoyed making my cuckold husband clean my messy, cum-filled pussy.”</p><p>Andrew moaned, closed his eyes, and came. He moaned over and over and cum spurted from the tip of his cock while I gently played with the head, doing everything I could to make the orgasm a little bit better.</p><p>I laid my head on his chest and said, “If you’re good, I’ll do all of that and more.”</p><p>“I’ll be good,” he said.</p><p>I believed him. After all, a man is most honest right after he’s had an orgasm.</p>