Long Distance Cuckolding - A Diary - Part 13 (Patreon)

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 Piper's flight got in early Friday morning. As in, 7 a.m. early. She picked the red-eye flight because she wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, which I was deeply appreciative of.

I took Friday off from work and I was at the airport at 6:30 with two coffees in the car's cup holders (Dunkin' Donuts coffee, of course). I'm not sure why, but I felt a little nervous as I waited for Piper in the baggage claim. I'd seen her a little more than a month ago so there was no reason to be nervous, but maybe it's just because she was coming home and we weren't in the fantasy land where she was free to have a boyfriend because no one knew her.

All the nerves washed away as soon as I saw her, though. Her travel outfit of leggings and a sweater was quite fetching and she ran into my arms for a hug and a deep kiss like we hadn't seen each other for six months. Unsurprisingly, my cock was hard just a few seconds after her tongue entered my mouth.

We drew a few stares kissing like that, but it was well worth it. Piper had packed everything she needed in a carry on, so we headed right for the parking garage. We held hands and enjoyed a few more kisses before I tossed her bag in the trunk.

"Coffee!" she said gleefully upon sighting the distinct Dunkin' Donuts cup in the holder. She took a sip, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the overly-sweetened coffee from the most iconic chain on the East Coast.

I sipped my coffee and started the car and Piper leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues entwined once more and she offered the gift of a bit of cock stroking through my jeans. Unsurprisingly, I got hard, which seemed to put quite the smile on her face.

"I missed you, you know," I said.

"I missed you too, though I'm lucky enough to have a boyfriend that can take care of certain needs while we're apart."

My dick got harder.

"You're not so lucky."

I shook my head.

"I feel bad about that sometimes, you know," she said. "That you don't have someone that you can have sex with while I'm away. Though, to be clear, I'm not saying you should find someone."

"I don't want to find someone."

Piper smiled. "Good, because I couldn't handle that. I'd get too jealous. I'm not like you."

"Because I like that you have a boyfriend. That you have someone to have sex with, to go on dates with, to sleep with, to snuggle up with while we're apart."

She leaned over and kissed me again. This time it was a slow, sensual kiss. It was the sort of kiss that made a couple feel closer, that made me want to become one with my wife, that made it clear that she felt the same way.

"We should go home," she said. "I want you. In our bed."

As I backed out of the space, Piper pulled out her phone. I saw her open a message thread.

"I'm just texting Cal to let him know my plane landed," she said after noticing my staring.

"Of course," I replied. I tried to play it cool, but I was hit with a wave of arousal. My wife was texting her boyfriend to let him know she'd landed safely. It was such a relationship-y thing to do, which is precisely what made it so hot.

Boston's airport is not especially well-located when it comes to avoiding city traffic, but on that day it was early enough that we managed to avoid most of the clogged roads that plague Boston on most mornings, making it a breeze to get out of the city and onto the highway that would take us north to our New Hampshire town. The drive is shorter than you might think - less than an hour - so it wasn't long before I pulled into our driveway.

"The flowers," Piper said as she admired the flowers growing in front of our house. "I miss the flowers."

"They'll be even better in the coming weeks," I noted. "So I suppose that's one good thing about not being in San Francisco."

Piper got out of the car, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. She smiled, and while I suspect the air in southern New Hampshire isn't all that different from San Francisco, I'll admit that I was pleased to see that Piper seemed to think it was. More than that, though, I was pleased to see that she seemed overjoyed to be home. I was a touch worried that she might miss Cal and San Francisco so much that she'd regret having booked a trip to see me.

"What?" she asked.

I realized I'd been staring - open mouthed, in fact - and smiled before saying, "I'm just glad to have you home is all."

I grabbed her suitcase and we headed inside. Without saying a word we both headed for the bedroom. Piper undressed and I stood and watched as she revealed the matching bra and panty set - both made from lovely blue lace - she wore underneath.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked with a smile. "Get naked. I want you inside me."

I got naked as fast as I could. Piper was in bed and masturbating when I'd finished. She was staring at me, too, and while I felt a touch self-conscious, the look of pleasure on her face made it seem like she enjoyed what she was looking at.

"You look good," she said.

I looked down at my body and smiled. "Thank you. So do you."

She sat up on her elbows and eyed me. "No, I mean, you look different. Like, really good." She tilted her head and smiled. "Have you been working out?"

I nodded. "Is it making a difference?"

Piper swung her legs over the edge of the bed and parted her thighs a little. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but I couldn't help but stare between them at her eternally arousing pussy.

"Yes, it's making a difference. How long has this been going on?"

I've always been semi-dedicated to fitness, but that largely manifested itself through regular walks, almost daily bike rides, and the occasional jog. It had almost never manifested itself through weight lifting and resistance training, with the exception of a few month long bursts over the years.

"Two months or so," I said.

Piper stood and approached. My pulse quickened as her naked body neared mine. My cock grew without a hint of stimulation. It had been more than a month since I'd seen her and I was clearly eager.

She ran her fingers over my arms and smiled as she took note of the emerging definition of my biceps. She did the same over my chest, which had gotten a little larger. My stomach wasn't yet showing any sign of musculature - there was still some fat to be lost - but she ran her fingers over it and smiled as she looked up at me.

"So, a little after I left for San Francisco, you started working out?" she asked.

I nodded. "It's probably accurate to say that I started working out once you started dating another man, though to be honest, I really didn't connect the two things for a month."

She leaned in and kissed my chest softly as her fingers encircled my cock. "It looks like it's working. I didn't notice much of a difference when you came to visit last month, but I can see it now. I really like it."

I was beyond hard in her hand. Every stroke felt like pure bliss. Then, to my utter delight, Piper fell to her knees in front of me. I looked down and pleasure enveloped my body as she took me in her mouth. She ran one hand up my chest and cupped my balls with the other. I watched my cock disappear into her mouth and re-emerge a few seconds later covered in her saliva. I watched the process repeat itself over and over again, my arousal deepening each and every time she did it.

After a few minutes of oral bliss, Piper stood, stroked my spit-soaked cock, and said, "Yours is the second cock I've sucked in the past twelve hours."

My eyelids fluttered and my dick swelled in her hand as I thought of her giving Cal a blowjob. "Did you go down on him before you left?"

She smiled and nodded. "He wanted to drive me to the airport, so I brought my suitcase to work yesterday and then went right to his apartment after. He took me out to dinner - a lovely meal - and then it was back to his place. We had a few hours before it was time to leave for the airport, and I wanted to make my boyfriend feel good before I left for a long weekend."

"So you...so you went down on him?"

She leaned in, kissed my neck softly, and whispered, "So I sucked his cock like a good girlfriend. I stripped down to the bra and panties you saw me wearing, I got on my knees in front of his couch, and I gave my boyfriend a long, slow blowjob until he'd cum in my mouth."

It suddenly felt like I was on the verge of an orgasm. Her strokes felt better, like my cock had gotten more sensitive simply because I was thinking about her giving Cal a blowjob.

"Did you swallow?" I asked. I knew the answer. Of course I did. I wanted to hear her say it, though. It's just so fucking hot.

"Yes, I swallowed my boyfriend's cum," she said a moment before kissing me. Her tongue swirled in my mouth. I thought of her lips wrapped around Cal's cock. I thought of her tongue swirling around the head. I thought of her playing with his balls and stroking him. I thought of his cum coating her tongue, the tongue that was now in my mouth.

Piper stepped back, smiled, and crawled into the bed. She shook her ass at me and then rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her fingers immediately slipped into her pussy and I marveled at how wet she was.

"That was just the first orgasm I gave him," she said.

I crawled on top of her. I kissed her stomach and worked my way to her breasts. The head of my cock brushed against her thigh as Piper continued to masturbate. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and she ran a hand through my hair and moaned.

"After the blowjob we cuddled up and watched a little TV," Piper told me between moans. "I was surprisingly horny after sucking his cock and so I let my hands start to roam after a while. Cal let his hands roam, too, and eventually we found ourselves making out on his couch. His cock got hard for me. My pussy got wet for him. I asked him to take me to his bed. I told him I needed him inside me before I left."

Piper guided my cock into her pussy. She was as hot and wet as she'd ever been. I slid into her with ease and savored the pleasure that engulfed my cock as every inch of me rested inside my wife.

"I told Cal to fuck me," she said.

"Did he?"

Piper nodded and kissed me deeply. "He fucked me so good. He fucked your wife so good."

I pulled out and filled her slowly. Piper was incredibly wet, but her pussy gripped my cock, providing intense pleasure.

"Fuck me, Joel," she said. "Fuck me hard."

My challenge was to fuck her without cumming instantly. It proved more difficult than you might imagine, such was the level of my arousal. I thought of her and Cal having sex. Then that proved too arousing so I pushed the thought from my mind. Piper ran her hands down my back and grabbed my ass. She wrapped her legs around me. I felt like our bodies became one, like we were moving in tandem towards our orgasms.

"Cum inside me," she said as I neared my orgasm.

"Is that what you said to him?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up. She smiled. We kissed deeply. "Yes. I told my boyfriend to cum inside me. I told him...I told him to cum in my married pussy. He loved that. He came so hard, Joel."

"Oh, fuck!"

I came inside her. I came inside her while I thought of Cal doing the same thing. I thought of Cal finding pleasure in cumming inside a married woman and that improved the quality of my orgasm. It's amazing how much of the pleasure of sex comes from what's happening in the brain. I mean, fuck. What an incredible thing that my wife could utter just a few sentences and give me a much better orgasm than I'd expected.

"Holy shit," I said while coming down from my orgasm. My cock felt like it was twitching inside her. My toes had dug into the bed as I came and when they relaxed the rest of my body did so as well.

Piper held me close as I kissed her neck. She moaned softly and wrapped her legs a little tighter around me.

"I missed you, Joel. I'm so glad to be home. I'm so glad I get to spend the day with you, that I get to sleep in our bed tonight, that I get to do so all weekend long."

"I missed you too," I said.

We shared a long, soft, slow kiss. Our tongues entwined as my cock remained inside her. It was beautiful. I didn't want to pull out, to end our connection. I wanted to stay inside her forever.

Eventually, though, I pulled out. I rolled onto my back. Piper curled up next to me. She rested her head on my chest and I pulled her a little closer and kissed her.

"I love you, Joel," she whispered.

"I love you too, Piper."

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There are many stories I could tell of Piper's weekend home - we had lots of sex, as you might imagine - but I thought I'd talk about the texting. With Cal, that is.

I don't know why, but I hadn't really considered that Piper would be in contact with her boyfriend while she was in New Hampshire. She was in contact with him, though. Of course she was. And, as it turned out, it proved to be thrilling for me.

As you probably know, I'm endlessly aroused at the idea of Piper having a boyfriend. Not just a fuck buddy, but a boyfriend. Someone she goes on dates with. Someone she sleeps in the same bed with when she can. Someone she likes. Someone she genuinely cares about. Someone she fucks, but also someone that makes love to her. I mean, my pulse quickens a little just writing all of that because it turns me on in a way I can't fully explain or begin to understand.

So imagine my delight when we're at brunch on Saturday morning and Piper gets a text from Cal saying that he misses her. Imagine my delight growing when Piper texts him back to say that she misses him too and that she's thinking about him.

I actually got a little bit hard sitting there with syrup-coated French toast on my fork.

"Are you really thinking about him?" I asked in a hushed tone.

Piper smiled, jabbed a bite of pancake with her fork, and nodded. "Is that okay?"

I leaned in, returned her smile, and quietly said, "If we weren't regulars at this restaurant I'd seriously considering taking you to the bathroom to fuck you. So yeah, it's okay."

She reached under the table and ran a hand up my thigh. She gave my leg a good squeeze, ate her bite of pancake, and said, "You really like that I like him so much, don't you?"

I nodded. "I really do."

After brunch we went for a walk through the quaint downtown of our home before ending up on a bench overlooking a spacious green park with beautiful stands of trees and flowers just beginning to bloom.

"It's weird," she said without any context.

"What's weird?"

She laughed. "Sorry. Yeah. I was having a conversation in my head, I guess. It's weird having a boyfriend and a husband. It's weird having two men in my life that I care about. My thoughts get jumbled sometimes. I'm at brunch with you and I'm thinking of Cal. I'm at dinner with Cal and I'm thinking of you. I'm in bed with Cal and you pop into my head."

I put my arm around her and pulled Piper a little closer before asking, "You're in bed with me and you think of Cal?"

She looked up at me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I certainly thought of him last night while you were inside me. We were talking about him, of course, so that made it easier, but I probably would have thought about him even if we weren't. Sometimes my mind just conjures up both of the men in my life."

"I guess you're lucky."

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah. I mean, you're married to a man that actually likes that you're thinking about someone else while I'm inside you," I said. Saying it out loud - and thinking it - caused a stirring between my legs and suddenly I was half hard. "Actually, it's probably accurate to say that there are times when I love that you think about him while we're together. Maybe that wouldn't be the case if this was going to be a really long term thing, but there's something so hot about the fact that you have a boyfriend, that you like him so much, that you have such good sex with him, and that you think about all of that while you're having sex with me."

"I love having sex with you," she said with that same hint of worry in her eyes I'd seen before, like she was genuinely concerned I'd think she was pushing me aside in favor of Cal.

I laughed and kissed her. "I know you do, Piper. And I know you love me. And I know you will always love me. And I love you. I really do. I also love this admittedly crazy thing we've got going where you have a West Coast boyfriend and an East Coast husband."

We sat on the park bench for a little while longer - talking about all sorts of subjects - and then got up and continued our stroll. We walked by the store downtown that sells lingerie and bikinis and Piper took my hand and led me inside.

We picked out a handful of lingerie sets for her to try on and then I waited outside the fitting area while she did so. I didn't get to see any of them. Instead, ten minutes after entering the fitting room she emerged with something lacy in one hand and a smile on her face.

We bought the lacy thing and on the way out Piper kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for buying her something so beautiful. Before I could say anything she announced that she wanted ice cream, so we made our way to the local shop and both got a cone.

We sat outside - it was a warm and sunny day - and licked our ice cream cones until Piper's phone dinged. She pulled it from her pocket and smiled.

"I sent Cal pictures of me in all the different lingerie sets," she said. "I asked him which one he'd most want to fuck me in."

Her voice was barely above a whisper - we were in public, after all - but I heard every word and again I got half hard. "Can I see the pictures?" I asked.

Piper shook her head. "Those pictures were just for Cal. He said he was thinking about me, but I wanted him to be obsessing over me."

I was hard. Fully erect. I'd waited while Piper took lingerie pictures for her boyfriend. Pictures to entice him. Pictures that I wasn't allowed to look at.

"This weekend, though, you're the lucky one," she said. "Because you get to see me in the lingerie that I bought. The pictures are just for Cal - and I look really, really good in all the lingerie I tried on - but you get to have me, Joel. I'm going to wear the lingerie I bought for you. I'm going to let you have your way with me in it."

I was hard enough that it hurt. I wanted to go home right that minute. I wanted to toss my ice cream, take my wife home, and fuck her.

Piper's phone buzzed. She looked down at it and smiled. She showed me the message: "I want you so badly, Piper. You look so beautiful, so sexy in that lingerie. I want to fuck you so badly. I can almost feel your pussy around my cock. I can see you in that lingerie. I can see you riding me. I can see the look on your face as my cock reaches those deep places inside you. I can hear you saying my name as you get close to cumming. I want you so badly."

I was hard enough I thought my cock might tear through my pants. "Do you want him?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered. "I want you too, though." Piper leaned closer and smiled. "You like that I want him, don't you? That I'm here with you but that I want my boyfriend, that I'd love to do what he described, to wear that lingerie for him, to take him inside me, to say his name as I get close to cumming on his big cock."

I was so turned on I thought I might actually cum in my pants. I didn't, thankfully, but I suspect a bit of over-the-pants stroking might have gotten me there.

I scooted my chair closer to hers and we kissed. Her lips and tongue were cold and sweet with remnants of her strawberry-flavored ice cream. We probably shouldn't have been kissing like that in public, but I didn't give a damn.

"Yes, I like everything you mentioned," I said.

She smiled. "He's jealous that I'm here with you. Jealous that I'm with my husband, that another man is going to spend the weekend fucking me and satisfying me."

"Jealous in a good way?"

Piper nodded. "I think so, yeah. I think he's probably a little worried that me going away for a weekend is going to ruin the magic of what we have together, but other than that I think he's just jealous in the way any man would get if he knew his girlfriend was sleeping with someone else for a few days."

She seemed delighted. "Do you like that he's jealous?"

Piper nodded. "I do."

"Because it means that he likes you? That he cares about you?"

She nodded again. We kissed again, this time a little longer.

"Can we go home?" I asked.

"After we finish our ice cream."

We finished our ice creams and then we strolled to our car. Piper made sure we strolled slowly, too. I think she was teasing me. She was, apparently, into teasing, because she was doing the same thing to Cal. It was hot, though. I was turned on the entire time. Bursting with desire.

We got home and she told me to wait in the living room while she changed in the bedroom. She took her time. Fifteen minutes passed before I heard anything, and what I heard was her phone ringing.

"Hey, baby," she said.

I got up off the couch. I hurried towards the bedroom.

"Yeah? You miss me?"

She was talking to Cal. He'd called her, though it was possible she'd texted him to do so.

"I miss you too," Piper said. "What am I doing right now? Well, actually, I just changed into the black lingerie set I sent you a picture of. It looks even better with a pair of stockings and heels. I really think you'd like it."

I poked my head into the bedroom and saw Piper on her back in the bed. She was in a bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and high heels. She looked astonishingly sexy. She had her phone up to her ear. She looked at me, smiled, and beckoned me into the room.

"Yes, you'll get to see me in it," she said. "I promise. The first day I'm back I'll wear it for you."

As I approached the bed, Piper put up a hand to stop me and pointed to my clothes and then at the bedroom floor. I stripped at her instruction and then she smiled and pointed between her legs. It was so fucking sexy. I happily moved between her legs and ran my hands over the stockings, which felt impossibly soft.

"You can take me out to dinner on Tuesday. We'll have cocktails. We'll go back to your place. We'll have a glass of wine out on the balcony. We'll fool around a little. I'll get you nice and turned on and then I'll get up and go to your bedroom so I can change. You'll sit on the couch and wait for me to emerge in this naughty, sexy little lingerie set."

I crawled a little closer and kissed Piper's pussy through her panties. She looked down at me and smiled. I kissed her again, this time applying greater pressure. A look of pleasure crossed her face.

"I'll come out of the bedroom in this lingerie set I'm wearing right now. I'll saunter towards you in these heels. I'll do a little dance for you, Cal. A naughty little dance like I'm your personal stripper. I'll get close, but I won't let you touch me until I say so. I won't let you touch yourself, either. You'll just have to watch me dance for you."

My cock was hard as a rock as I listened to my wife entice and arouse her boyfriend with the promise of a performance unlike any she'd ever put on for me.

"Then, when you're really turned on, I'll sit in your lap. I'll grind my ass into your crotch, Cal. I'll get you nice and hard while I let you touch me. You can play with my perky tits in this sexy little bra. You can rub my pussy through these sexy little panties. You can caress my legs in these soft, perfect stockings."

It dawned on me that Piper had two men utterly enthralled with her in that same moment. Cal was 3,000 miles away, but I was certain he was just as intoxicated with my wife as I was. It seemed that the erotic captivation of two men had lured Piper into a state of sexual bliss, so much so that she wore a look of intense arousal while her pussy juices began to soak through the lace panties as I continued my gentle kisses.

"Am I wet? I am, Cal. I'm wet thinking about giving you a naughty lap dance. I'm wet thinking about how hard you'll be for me, how hard you are for me right now."

She smiled, presumably as Cal declared his desire for her.

"Once you're hard for me, once your hands have roamed all over my body, I'll stand up and turned around, Cal. I'll look at that beautiful bulge in your pants and I'll get on my knees for you. I'll take off your pants. I'll pull off your underwear. I'll free your big cock and take it in my hand."

I nearly let out a load moan. I kept quiet - I wasn't sure if Cal knew I was there listening to Piper's side of their conversation and I didn't want to spoil anything for her - and Piper reached down to pull aside her panties. I plunged my tongue inside her and then gently licked her clit as I watched the pleasure dance over her face.

"Yes, Cal, I'll suck your cock. You know I will. You know I can't resist. You know I love having you in my mouth. I love making you feel good. I love sucking your cock and seeing the pleasure on your face. I love making you moan. I love how hard you get, how the head of your dick swells up when I suck on it, how you drip sweet precum into my mouth."

Holy shit. I mean, holy shit. What a thing to hear your wife go into such detail about why she loves giving her boyfriend head. Holy fucking shit. At that point I seriously could have humped the bed and spilled my load. I was just so fucking turned on.

"No, I won't make you cum in my mouth. I do like swallowing for you, but I'll need you inside me that night, Cal. I'll be desperate for it. I'll be so wet for you. So wet that my panties will be utterly soaked."

She moaned and grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it harder than I expected and unleashing yet another moan as I increased the pressure and pace of my tongue against her clit.

"I'll get up and walk to the bedroom. You'll follow - we both know you won't be able to resist - and then you can have me, Cal. I'll get on my back. I'll beg you to fuck me. I'll tell you how wet I am for you, how desperately I need you inside me, how much I missed having your cock so deep in my pussy."

I very nearly moaned again, this time suppressing it by pressing my tongue deep into her pussy and rubbing her clit with my lip.

"Then you'll fuck me, Cal. You'll fuck me hard. You'll fuck me hard and I'll be so desperate for your cock that I'll cum so quickly. I'll scream your name. I'll moan loudly. I'll cum all over your cock while wearing this naughty lingerie set. I'll cum while you're so deep in my wet, tight, married pussy."

I heard Cal for the first time. He groaned. I imagined he was just as turned on as I was.

"I'll want to make you cum, baby, so I'll let you have me any way you want me after I've cum. How do you want me? How do you want to fuck me in this sexy little lingerie set?"

She smiled and I sucked on her clit.

"Yes, of course you can fuck me doggystyle. I'll get on my hands and knees for you. I'll look back at you and tell you to fuck me, to take my pussy, to take it and use it for your pleasure. Then you'll fuck me hard, Cal. You'll fuck my tight little cunt hard and deep like you always do. You'll fuck me hard and deep and I'll beg you to cum inside me, to cum deep in my married pussy!"

I heard him moan again. Piper reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, silently urging me to lick her clit. I did so and not long after she came.

"Cum inside me, Cal! Cum in my married pussy!"

He came. He must have. He was groaning loud enough for me to hear it and Piper had this beautiful smile on her face. I'm sure her pleasure was part of that smile, but I also know that Cal's pleasure was too.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "Good. I did too, though I'm going to enjoy it even more when it happens on Tuesday night."

She looked down at me and smiled before running her fingers through my hair.

"Okay. I'll talk to you later. Bye, baby."

She hung up. She didn't say a word. She just beckoned me forward and a few moments later I was inside her as we kissed. I don't think I made it more than fifteen strokes before cumming inside me wife. I'm pretty sure it was one of the best orgasms I've ever had.

I stayed inside her until I went soft. I must have told her I loved her a dozen times before I pulled out.

It was a great weekend. Truly. Great in every way. She's on her way back to San Francisco now. Tomorrow night she'll be in Cal's bed. Hopefully she'll have a story to tell me on Wednesday, though I suppose I already know the details of that story.

Still, I can't wait to hear all about it. I'm sure I'll have more to share with you at some point, too. I'll write again soon.