<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=making%20cuckold%20marriage">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="38850935" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Some people like cheating. They get off on it. I’m not one of those people. I wouldn’t find it the slightest bit exciting. To me, it would be an anxiety-riddled experience. I’d be worried about getting caught. I’d be worried that no matter how cautious I felt like I was being, I’d forget something that would end up ensuring that I got caught.</p><p>I mention that because I was thinking about it as I sat down to write this. I was thinking about how much I enjoyed having sex with Josh for the first time and how much worse it would have been if I was actually cheating.</p><p>I wasn’t, though. I was doing it with my husband’s permission. I was doing it – at least in part – because Ethan found it insanely exciting.</p><p>The day after I confessed my little oral adventure with Josh, Ethan asked when I thought we’d get together again. He tried to play it cool, but I could see the excitement on his face. He was so turned on by the idea that he couldn’t possibly have kept his lust at bay.</p><p>I didn’t need him to, though. I liked it. I mean it, it was incredible. It was so hot to know that he was actually eager for me to have sex with someone else. By that point I was fully on board with everything. I’d gotten all worked up with Josh and we’d both had exceptionally hot orgasms right in my bed.</p><p>I was fully in that early stage of a relationship where thinking about a person is enough to get you all hot and bothered. I would actually get turned on replaying that night in our apartment. I would think about how good Josh’s cock felt in my hand and the way he moaned as I went down on him and it would get me wet. It was incredible.</p><p>Just a few nights after going down on Josh, I had a little fun with Ethan. We were in bed – I think we were both reading, but I don’t remember – and I let my mind wander. I started thinking about Josh. I thought about how his tongue felt as he licked my pussy. I thought about how the head of his cock throbbed in my mouth as I blew him. I even thought about how his cum tasted (not bad).</p><p>All of that fantasizing got me wet, so I grabbed Ethan’s hand and pulled it under the covers. I pushed it into my panties and pressed his fingers against my pussy.</p><p>“Can you feel that?” I asked.</p><p>He smiled and said, “You’re really wet.”</p><p>Like the good husband he is, Ethan rubbed my pussy. It felt astonishingly sexy.</p><p>“Why are you so wet?” he asked.</p><p>I was hoping he would ask. I was hoping his mind would be thinking about the most obvious reason why I would be all wet.</p><p>“I was thinking about Josh’s cock in my mouth,” I said. I picked the notion I thought would arouse Ethan the most. Plus, it had the benefit of being true.</p><p>Ethan pushed two fingers inside me and moaned. He lifted my shirt and took my nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t messing around. It felt spectacularly good. I’m not sure if he was feeling a little competitive or if he was just driven by lust, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to cum.</p><p>It took about a minute. Even I couldn’t believe I came that fast. Ethan didn’t have to do much more than he’d been doing. He fingered me and skillfully rubbed my clit at the same time and the additional pleasure of his tongue moving over my nipple was enough to get me off in what felt like record time.</p><p>“Thank you,” I said afterwards.</p><p>I wanted to make him feel good too, so I pulled back the covers and quickly wrapped my fingers around his erection. Of course he was hard. Knowing that I’d been fantasizing about another man was more than enough to make his dick nice and stiff.</p><p>“It won’t be long before another man fucks me,” I whispered as I stroked him. I tried to make my voice as lusty as possible.</p><p>Ethan turned and kissed me. His tongue moved eagerly in my mouth. I could tell he was as excited as I’d been.</p><p>“It won’t be long before Josh’s beautiful cock is sliding in and out of your wife’s wet pussy,” I whispered before kissing his neck and stroking him faster.</p><p>I think he liked me calling it a beautiful cock. It was beautiful. To me, at least. Or maybe I was just completely lost in lust.</p><p>“I can’t wait to fuck him, baby. I need him. I need his cock inside me. I need him to pound my tight little pussy,” I said. All I cared about was making Ethan cum. I wanted him all worked up.</p><p>Soon after my last sentence he spilled his load. I didn’t really think he’d cum that quickly and he ended up making a little bit of a mess. I giggled as I climbed out of bed to grab a pair of dirty boxer shorts and clean him up.</p><p>“That was incredible,” he said. “Fuck. I cannot wait for this to happen.”</p><p>“Yeah? You’re not having second thoughts or anything?” I asked while wiping the cum off his chest and the sheets.</p><p>“Not at all. I feel like there’s no chance you’re going to leave me, which means this is all awesome. It’s pure pleasure, and I think it will be that way for both of us.”</p><p>He was right. I wasn’t going to leave him. Ethan was incredible. He still is. It had taken awhile, but I’d come around to the idea that having sex with other guys was actually going to make our marriage better and would probably make me happier. So yeah, I wasn’t going to leave him.</p><p>“I agree,” I said.</p><p>“So, do you have any idea when you and Josh will sleep together?” Ethan asked.</p><p>“This weekend, I think. We’ve made a date for Saturday night, so if everything goes according to plan you’ll officially be a cuckold in just a few days.”</p><p>Ethan smiled. It was a joyful look. He leaned forward and kissed me. “I can’t wait,” he said.</p><p>I know he was excited, but I might have been more excited than him.</p><p><br></p><p>The “date” we planned wasn’t really a date. We weren’t going anywhere. I was just going over to Josh’s and it was clear to both of us – though we didn’t say it out loud – that unless something disastrous happened we were going to be having sex.</p><p>Picking my outfit was easy. I went with tight jeans, two inch heels, and a low cut sweater. My breasts were really perky back then and they looked spectacular in a tight sweater. Plus, it was still pretty cold (it was late March) so it was perfectly fitting.</p><p>I remember picking my underwear as being the hard part. I considered a full lingerie set, but figured that would come across as a little too eager to please. I didn’t want to go with a bland bra and panty set, either. I wanted to seem like the kind of girl that always wore sexy underwear (though that wasn’t entirely true).</p><p>Ultimately, I landed on a sheer black bra (Ethan found it particularly hot) and a matching pair of panties. It was the most expensive underwear I owned and it looked damn good. If Ethan’s reaction to it was any indicator, I knew Josh was going to like it very much once he got me out of my clothes.</p><p>“We haven’t really talked about it, but I might spend the night,” I said to Ethan before I left. “Will that be okay?”</p><p>“Absolutely,” he answered.</p><p>I knew he wanted me to come home so we could have fun, but he wasn’t about to demand that sort of thing.</p><p>“Well, I guess I’m going to cuckold you now,” I said as a gigantic smile crossed my face. It felt like a weird thing to say, but it was absolutely true.</p><p>I hugged Ethan and smiled as I felt his erection press into me. I wondered if he was going to spend his whole night masturbating to the idea of someone else fucking me.</p><p>“I’ll text you if I’m going to spend the night, okay?”</p><p>He smiled. “Okay.”</p><p>I gave him a quick kiss and then headed out. Josh’s apartment was in Brooklyn, so I took the subway and got a few lascivious stares along the way. I guess the low cut sweater was having the intended effect, even if the gross guys on the train weren’t the men I was looking to impress.</p><p>Josh’s building was just outside of the really hip part of Williamsburg in Brooklyn. He buzzed me in and was waiting at the door when I reached the third floor.</p><p>There wasn’t any awkwardness. Instead, there was an intensely passionate kiss the moment the door shut behind us. It felt like a tidal wave of desire I’d been holding back suddenly broke through and washed over me.</p><p>When the kiss ended, Josh smiled and said, “Do you want a glass of wine?”</p><p>I looked towards his living room – he was in a one bedroom apartment – and saw two glasses and a bottle of red on the table. I admit I was impressed. He’d put in some actual effort. He’d managed to get the lighting just right, too. It actually felt kind of romantic.</p><p>“I’d love a glass of wine,” I said.</p><p>I’d considered telling him to take me to his bedroom and fuck me. I was so horny that would have been just fine with me. I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded, either. I wanted to draw it out a little, though. I wanted to let the desire build. I wanted to share a little wine and maybe get a little buzzed. I thought that might be even more fun.</p><p>After pouring the glasses and sharing a quick toast, Josh asked a question he’d probably been thinking about all week. “So, I promise this is the last time I’ll ask this, but is your husband really okay with all of this?”</p><p>I understood his concern. Lots of horrible things had happened to people participating in infidelity. I felt a responsibility to assuage his fears.</p><p>“Well, I’d prefer it if you didn’t share this with anyone else, but my husband is so much more than okay with this,” I answered before taking a long sip of wine. It was surprisingly good.</p><p>“What do you mean?”</p><p>“It turns him on, Josh. Immensely. The notion that I’m here getting ready to have some very naughty fun with you turns my husband on. The idea that I might spend the night in someone else’s bed drives him crazy with lust,” I said.</p><p>I watched Josh’s face for a reaction. I knew some guys found the cuckold fantasy utterly insane, sometimes to the point of getting really angry about it (for reasons I will never understand).</p><p>Josh wasn’t one of those guys. He seemed amused by the idea, and then I saw what seemed to be a smile of recognition. It’s like he finally understood just how good a situation he’d fallen into.</p><p>“So, there’s a chance that I’m the luckiest guy in New York,” he said.</p><p>I was pretty sure I knew what he meant, but I really wanted him to say it. “What do you mean?”</p><p>Josh smiled. He knew I was trying to draw it out of him. He put his wine glass on the table and pushed my hair back in that way that is so fucking sexy. He ran his fingers down my cheek and leaned in closer. We shared a slow, soft kiss before he pulled back and offered his answer.</p><p>“Because I get to enjoy a beautiful, sexy, vivacious woman in the most uncomplicated way imaginable.” His hand moved up my thigh and pressed gently between my legs. “Because I get to spend the night enjoying your perfect body. Because I get to fuck you.”</p><p>With that, he deftly lifted me into his lap. Just like that I was straddling him. My hips instinctively ground into him. We kissed as we dry humped on his couch. All thoughts of the wine were forgotten. There was no stopping us at that point.</p><p>He was a good kisser. A really good kisser. He had this way of moving his hands over my body that made every inch of me tingle with pleasure. He was skillful with his tongue and never got too pushy with it.</p><p>He lifted my shirt over my head and his hands caressed my breasts through the sheer bra. He kissed my neck. I wanted him to appreciate the bra I’d carefully picked out, but I wanted to feel his lips on my naked breasts more, so I reached back and unhooked it.</p><p>Josh took the hint. He kissed and sucked on my breasts as I held his head against my chest. It felt so good. It was electric. I could feel an intense kind of desire building between my legs.</p><p>I climbed off of his lap and unbuttoned his pants. I pulled them off along with his underwear. His cock looked gorgeous. It was so hard and so thick.</p><p>I felt compelled to get on my knees. I wanted to show him how lusty I was. I wanted to show Josh how badly I wanted him, so I took him in my mouth.</p><p>“Fuck, that’s incredible,” he said as I swirled my tongue around the head.</p><p>I remember finding it genuinely thrilling to go down on him. I really liked making him feel good. I really wanted to make him feel good, and starting with a blowjob got me exceptionally wet.</p><p>“Do you have condoms?” I asked after finally letting his thick cock slip from my mouth. I kept stroking him, though.</p><p>“I do,” he said. “In the coffee table drawer.”</p><p>I turned around, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. I passed him one and Josh quickly tore it open and put it on as I pulled off my pants and panties.</p><p>I straddled him again. I grabbed his cock and guided it to my pussy. I sat down and took him inside me. Josh kissed my breasts as I sunk down and let all of him fill me.</p><p>“Your cock is incredible,” I said. It was true, but it was also the kind of thing that a man loves to hear.</p><p>Josh responded by moving his hands to my ass and squeezing it. I love it when a man squeezes my ass. He also helped me ride him.</p><p>Just like that, we were fucking. I was fucking another man. I was cuckolding my husband while he waited in our apartment.</p><p>I’ll admit that I wasn’t really thinking about Ethan at that moment. I was lost in some of the most intense lust I’d ever felt. The buildup was part of it, though not just with Josh. It was the years of talking about being with someone else. It was the many months of playing with the idea, of fooling around with Ethan, of kissing other guys.</p><p>It had all come to a head in that moment. It had all led to me sinking down on Josh’s cock and taking him inside me.</p><p>The sex on his couch felt more romantic than I expected. I think the position had a lot to do with it. It’s hard to really fuck someone when he’s sitting and you’re on top. It lends itself to slower, more sensual sex. It was perfect, though. It was perfect in every way.</p><p>There was no awkwardness to the sex, either. I think that speaks to Josh and I having genuinely good chemistry. It was just beautiful and pleasurable. It was me riding him. It was us kissing. It was his hands moving all over my body as I worked his cock with my pussy.</p><p>My first orgasm happened rather quickly. I was too turned on for it not to. I pulled Josh against my chest. I felt his breath and lips on my breasts as I bounced harder and finally had a beautiful orgasm.</p><p>Afterwards, I leaned back a little. He was still inside me. “That was incredible, Josh.” I leaned forward and kissed him. I had this joyful feeling from head to toe.</p><p>I also had a greedy desire for more. I knew I could cum multiple times and that Josh hadn’t yet gotten off.</p><p>I climbed off of him and we switched to missionary position on his couch. It was just big enough for us to fit, and soon enough he was between my legs.</p><p>I appreciated that Josh started off with the same sensual, romantic pace. I guessed that he was doing that for my benefit, though. I decided to free him from those constraints.</p><p>“Harder, Josh. Fuck me harder,” I said.</p><p>He did so immediately. He did it well, too. His apartment soon filled with the sounds of hard, fast sex and damn did it feel good. It was entirely different from when I was on top, which is why I liked it so much.</p><p>His cock was the perfect size, too. He wasn’t so big as to make me sore, but I could still feel everything as he pushed inside me.</p><p>I ended up cumming again before Josh got there. I couldn’t help it. It felt so damn good. He had a huge smile on his face as I climaxed, though. He was enjoying the fact that I was cumming for him.</p><p>We took a few minutes to rest with him inside me. We didn’t talk. We kissed and caressed each other. It was beautiful. I wanted Josh to cum, though.</p><p>“Do you want me from behind?” I asked.</p><p>I saw the desire in his eyes. He absolutely wanted it. He seemed a little hesitant to do it, though. He was being a gentleman (fewer women than you might think are into doggystyle sex, guys).</p><p>I pulled him close and kissed him. I sucked on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth.</p><p>“Let me rephrase that,” I said. “I want you to take me from behind.”</p><p>We disengaged and I got on my knees on the couch. I rested on my arms on the back of it and Josh slid into me from behind. He leaned forward. Our bodies pressed together. I turned my head and we kissed. That’s my favorite kind of doggystyle sex, and in that moment it felt so good.</p><p>Josh fucked me as we kissed. He played with my tits and ran his hands over my stomach and between my legs. His cock continued to pump in and out of my pussy from behind. His breathing got heavier. I could tell he was enjoying it. He was getting close to cumming, too. That’s what I liked about it. That’s what I loved about it, in fact. He’d made me cum twice. I wanted him to experience the same kind of pleasure.</p><p>“Fuck me, Josh,” I said. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard.”</p><p>I wanted him to do whatever he needed to orgasm. I wanted him to fuck me doggystyle. He stood up, grabbed my hips, and pounded me. It didn’t last long, but there was something about it that felt good. I liked being pounded because I liked that it was going to make him cum.</p><p>He did, too. It couldn’t have been more than a minute of pure doggystyle fucking before he cried out, thrust inside me, and climaxed. He collapsed on top of me and kissed my back and neck.</p><p>“You’re incredible,” he said.</p><p>I turned my head and we kissed. I sucked on his tongue again. I felt a kind of sexual high that I hadn’t felt in years.</p><p>“You too,” I said. “That was amazing. Truly amazing.”</p><p>I did end up spending the night, but I’ll tell you about that next time. I’ll tell you about going home to Ethan, too.</p><p>To be continued…</p>