<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=cuckold%20diary%20dallas">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="79706852" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>If you remember, last week I teased Andrew with the notion of sharing my hotwife fantasy with him. I promised that if he managed to go a week without cumming that I’d share. Well, he made it and I wanted to hold up my end of the bargain, so I invited Andrew to the bedroom, got naked with him, and shared.</p><p>“Everyone else has gone home for the day,” I said as I took Andrew’s cock in my hand and stroked him. “I step into his office and close the door. He looks up and asks why I’m still at work.” </p><p>I kissed Andrew’s neck and moaned for him as I gathered the precum at the tip of his stiff cock and rubbed it along the underside. He closed his eyes and I hoped he was picturing me in my coworker’s office.</p><p>“Then what happens?” he asked.</p><p>“I tell him that I’ve seen the way he looks at me. I tell him I like the way he looks at me, that it makes me feel desirable,” I said. “I tell him that my husband doesn’t mind if I have a little fun with other men.”</p><p>“Does he want to have fun?” Andrew asked.</p><p>I kissed Andrew’s neck, moaned, and whispered, “Yes. He can’t wait to have fun with your wife, Andrew.”</p><p>I tightened my grip on his cock and stroked him swiftly with his precum serving as a perfect form of lubrication.</p><p>“He pushes his chair back and stands up. He comes around his desk and tells me that he can’t help but look at me. He can’t help but stare at my ass when I wear a tight skirt. He can’t help but wonder what I’d look like without my clothes on,” I continued.</p><p>“Does he get to find out?” Andrew asked.</p><p>“Of course he does. After all, my husband is a cuckold and he’s a handsome, successful man that I’ve heard knows exactly how to make a woman feel good. Why wouldn’t he get to see what I look like naked?” I said while teasing the tip of Andrew’s cock with my fingers. “I do a little striptease for him. I shake my hips as I unbutton my blouse and let it fall to the floor. I unzip my skirt and spin around before pushing it over my hips and letting him admire my ass. I turn around again and approach him. He leans against his desk and a smile slowly crosses his face. Do you know why he’s smiling, Andrew?” I asked.</p><p>“Why?” Andrew asked.</p><p>“Because he can see the look on my face. Because he can see that I want him. Because he can see that I want his cock inside me. Because he can see that I want to cuckold my husband,” I explained as I caressed his balls.</p><p>I could see that Andrew was already close to cumming. He’d gone a week without an orgasm as I’d requested – I was impressed that he’d made it that long, to be honest – and he was enormously aroused by the cuckold-themed play, which is what I was hoping for. Again, I’m not willing to settle for a disappointing experience like last time. If I’m going to cuckold Andrew I’m going to make sure it’s great for both of us. At the very least I’m going to make sure that Andrew doesn’t ruin it again.</p><p>“I want you to cuckold me, Lily,” he said with that sense of wild, wonderfully lusty desperation in his voice. “I do.”</p><p>I smiled and kissed Andrew’s chest while playing with his cock. “I get on my knees in front of him. I reach up and caress his cock through his pants. I make him moan for me. I make him hard for me. I make him want me.”</p><p>“Is he big?” Andrew asked.</p><p>“He’s certainly bigger than you. Why would I fuck someone that wasn’t? Why would I allow an inferior cock into my pussy?” I replied.</p><p>Andrew groaned, hopefully while he was thinking about me fucking a nice big cock.</p><p>“I reach up and unzip his pants. I reach inside and I find his long, thick cock and pull it out. I run my fingers up and down his shaft, just like I’m doing with you, only my fingers can’t wrap all the way around his shaft. He’s too thick for that. That’s when I’m absolutely certain I’m going to let him have me in his office. I’m going to let him have me any way he wants me because his cock is beautiful, Andrew. It’s a big, beautiful cock that was meant to pleasure a woman,” I said.</p><p>I released Andrew’s cock and kissed him. I kissed him the way you kiss a person when you’re overwhelmed with desire. I wanted him to feel a need to fuck me. I wanted him to feel my tongue in his mouth and dream of slipping his cock into my pussy.</p><p>Andrew played with my breasts as we kissed. His hands moved all over my body. He grabbed my ass. He moved his fingers between my legs. He found my wet pussy. He slipped his fingers inside me. He rubbed my clit. I moaned into his mouth.</p><p>I pressed my pussy against his thigh and my breasts against his chest. I kissed his neck and toyed with his cock as a series of wild moans escaped my lips. “Do you want me to suck his cock, Andrew?” I asked. “Do you want me to take him in my mouth? Do you want me to suck another man’s cock?”</p><p>“Yes. Lily, yes,” he answered.</p><p>“I look up at him from my knees. I wrap my lips around his perfect cock. I take him in my mouth. He groans for me, Andrew. He tells me how good my mouth feels. I stroke the rest of his thick shaft as I suck on the head. I do everything I can to make him feel good. I want him to fuck me, Andrew. I need him to fuck me. I need him to give me what my cuckold husband can’t give me,” I said.</p><p>I rubbed my pussy against Andrew’s leg and kissed him again. I sucked on his tongue when he offered it. I wanted him to think of me sucking on my fantasy man’s cock. I wanted him to think of me blowing someone else like a wild hotwife would.</p><p>“When he’s rock hard for me I stand up to take off my bra and lower my panties. I keep my high heels on. He pulls me into his arms. He kisses me as I rub my pussy over the top of his cock. I’m soaked for him, Andrew. I’m absolutely soaked for this man that I desperately want inside me. I tell him I need him to fuck me. I tell him I need his cock in my tight, married pussy. I tell him to fuck me on his desk,” I said.</p><p>It was more fun than I thought it would be to tease Andrew like I was doing. I think I really liked the total sense of control. Not that I was dominating him – I really wasn’t – but that I was in control of his pleasure. I got to decide when he actually came. I even got to decide how aroused he got, since he would get a little wilder if I stroked him faster or talked naughtier.</p><p>“He picks me up and puts me on his desk. He kisses me while working the head of his cock into my pussy. He tells me I’m tight. I smile and tell him that he’s a lot bigger than my husband,” I said.</p><p>Unsurprisingly, that comment seemed to get Andrew. He moaned like it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard.</p><p>“Do you like that, Andrew? Do you like that he’s bigger than you? Do you like that my pussy is going to get stuffed by a nice big cock when I cuckold you?” I asked.</p><p>I think that might have been the moment that Andrew realized it was actually possible that I’d cuckold him again. It is possible, but I’m not doing it unless Andrew can prove he’s not going to ruin it.</p><p>“Yes, Lily, I love that. I love that his big cock is going to make you feel so good,” Andrew answered.</p><p>I kissed Andrew slowly and sensually. I let our tongues dance as I teased his cock with a gentle grip. I continued to drive him towards the edge of an orgasm.</p><p>“He fills my pussy,” I said. “He fills my tight, married pussy with his big cock. He kisses me and plays with my tits as he fucks me. I moan into his mouth because it feels so good. I tell him how good it feels. I tell him how good it feels to have a big cock inside me.”</p><p>At that point Andrew was about ready to cum. His eyes were closed and I’m certain he was thinking about me fucking someone else. That’s also when I realized that if I cuckolded him again that I wasn’t going to let him watch for the first time. I was going to enjoy my time with another man, have the great sex I wanted, and then come back home and tell Andrew all about it. I wasn’t going to let his issues overwhelm my pleasure again.</p><p>“He makes me cum, Andrew. He makes me cum so hard in my fantasy. He makes me cum so hard with his big, beautiful cock. I wrap my legs around him and scream. I scream in pleasure. I scream as I think about how much better it feels to have him inside me than it feels when you fuck me. I think about how badly I’ve needed to get fucked by someone like him. I think about how much fun I’m going to have cuckolding you,” I said.</p><p>I felt Andrew’s cock throb in my hand. He was insanely excited. I still hadn’t decided how I wanted him to cum. Was I just going to jerk him off? Was I going to take him inside me and let him cum in my pussy? Was I going to finish him with my mouth?</p><p>“After my orgasm I ask him how he wants to cum. He says he wants to take me from behind. He says he’s thought about bending me over his desk and fucking me from behind. I smile and tell him to pull out. I hop off his desk, turn around, and bend over. I tell him to fuck me from behind. I tell him to cum in my pussy. I tell him I want to bring my messy pussy home to my husband,” I said.</p><p>I had to stop stroking Andrew at that point. I could actually feel him swell up. He was absolutely going to cum. He looked at me with this sense of desperation in his eyes, like he was going to lose his mind if I didn’t let him cum.</p><p>That’s when I decided he was going to cum inside me. I figured I’d reward him and associate cuckolding with the ultimate pleasure. He’d waited a week for an orgasm so he deserved a little bit of a reward.</p><p>I straddled Andrew and took his cock inside me. I sat down on it and watched that beautiful kind of pleasure move across his face. It was a look of pure joy.</p><p>I ground my pussy back and forth over his cock. I made sure to rub my clit against his pelvis. I was hoping I’d orgasm too, after all.</p><p>“He pounds me from behind,” I continued. “He holds my hips and pounds me over his desk. He pounds me with his big cock and I feel like I’m being taken by a man. Every thrust provides a burst of beautiful pleasure. Every thrust makes me feel so good, Andrew. Every thrust makes me feel like I’m going to cum all over his cock again.”</p><p>I kept moving my pussy over his pelvic area. I kept rubbing my clit into him and milking his cock. I watched Andrew close his eyes and embrace the pleasure I was helping him feel.</p><p>“I tell him to cum inside me. I beg him for it, Andrew. I want to know that I’m making this man feel good. I want to know that my pussy is making him feel good, so I beg him for it. I beg him to fill my married pussy with his cum,” I said as I started to bounce on Andrew’s cock. I knew he was close. I was close too. “He fucks me harder. His office fills with the sounds of loud, hard sex. He’s pounding me so hard. I’m going to be sore but I don’t care. I just want his cum inside me.”</p><p>I was right on the edge of orgasm. I was living the fantasy in my head as I told Andrew about it. I was picturing my coworker. I was picturing being bent over his desk and getting fucked. I was picturing cuckolding my husband.</p><p>“Fuck, he cums inside me, Andrew. He cums in your wife’s pussy. He floods my pussy with his load. He screams as he orgasms. He screams as his cock explodes inside me. He screams in pleasure,” I said.</p><p>“Lily…fuck…I’m cumming!” Andrew cried out.</p><p>I joined him soon after. I came as I thought about cuckolding him. We both did. We both had cuckold-fueled climaxes. It was really hot.</p><p>I think it was a good step. I’m still not in a rush to actually cuckold Andrew, but I think I’m going to do it this time. I think I have a much better handle on how to make it work, and most importantly I think I’ve realized that if this is going to work I’m going to have to be willing to take control and do it the way I want to do it. Thankfully, I’m more than happy to do that.</p><p>We’ll talk again next week.</p>