The Cuckold Diary of Zack & Lia - Part 1 (Patreon)

January 25, 2023

Zach

Lia is with him right now. My wife is with another man. Maybe they’re kissing. Maybe she’s going down on him. Maybe he’s going down on her. Maybe they’re having sex. Holy shit, maybe someone else’s cock is inside my wife right now.

None of this is a surprise. We planned it. We actually planned it pretty carefully. That doesn’t seem to have helped with my anxiety, though. I read all about cuckold angst and what I might feel when Lia actually went to meet Kyle at the hotel, but reading didn’t prepare me for what I’m feeling right now.

I’ve truly never experienced this odd combination of arousal and anxiety. It feels like I have two competing tracks running in my brain. On one there’s this pure, beautiful form of lust as I think about the idea that a fantasy I’ve had for years is actually becoming a reality. I think about how hot it’s going to be when Lia actually comes home. I think about how badly I want to masturbate and then I remember that I told Lia I’d wait to cum.

The other track is pure worry. I worry that Lia is having a terrible time and that she’s going to hate me for suggesting that she fuck someone else. I worry that she’s having the best time of her life and that she’s going to come to the conclusion that she’s better off just leaving me. Why bother fucking her bull and her husband when she could just fuck her bull and be happier with him? I worry that she’ll enjoy herself but feel bad afterwards, like she did something super slutty and she feels dirty, or something. I don’t know. I just worry.

Lia and Kyle have been talking for weeks now, so I don’t think she’s going to get there and think he’s a troll, or something. They’ve been FaceTiming so she knows what he looks like. They even masturbated together once (which was insanely hot to watch). They’re attracted to each other and they seem primed to have really good sex, so I’m pretty sure Lia is going to come home and tell me she had a great night.

She did send me a text to let me know she was at the hotel with Kyle. She said they’d done a little kissing and fooling around and that they were going to have sex. I’d asked her to check in just so I wouldn’t spend the whole night worrying about her safety. Thankfully, she did, and in doing so she also confirmed that she was going to have sex with someone else. She was going to cuckold me.

I bet they’re having sex right now. I bet he’s inside her. I wonder what position they’re using. Is she on top? Is she on her back with her legs spread for another man? Is he taking her from behind? Would Lia even want to have doggystyle sex with her bull? Would she want it to be more romantic? Is she still wearing the lingerie she bought for her date, or did she get fully naked for him? I have a million questions and I can’t wait for Lia to get home. I only hope she’s willing to answer them for me. Fingers crossed.

January 25, 2023

Lia

I think it was the build-up that made the sex with Kyle great, or at least helped make it great. I can’t say for sure, but there’s something to spending a few weeks thinking about being with someone (you might even say obsessing about it, since I’m the kind of person that goes all-in once I decide I want to do something) that makes it so much hotter when you’re finally with that person.

I arrived at the hotel first. I changed into the lingerie I’d brought, made sure my hair and makeup still looked good (spoiler: I looked damn good), and waited. I was a little nervous. I was about to have sex with another man for the first time since Zack and I started dating seven years ago (we’ve been married for five years). More than that, I was about to step outside the bounds of my marriage. I’m obviously not as troubled by that as most people, but there’s still something strange about doing this thing that everyone says you’re not supposed to do when you’re married.

My heart rate felt like it doubled when Kyle knocked on the door. I felt a little lightheaded as I stood up. Suddenly it was like I couldn’t walk on the three inch heels I’d picked out. I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and welcomed a man I’d never met in person to the hotel room.

His smile was confident as he looked me up and down. I suppose that makes sense, too. He was the man I’d chosen to cuckold my husband with, after all. He had every reason to be confident. That was one of the reasons I picked him, in fact. I wanted to be with a confident man. I wanted to be with someone that would have no trouble fucking someone else’s wife and doing it with exceptional skill. I won’t lie, it also helped that he’s really good looking, he’s got a great body, and he’s working with rather…well, impressive equipment.

I wouldn’t say Kyle was dominant with me. I really would describe it as confident. He led the way – he was the one that initiated the position changes, for instance – but it wasn’t like we were playing a dom/sub game. We were just having really good sex and I was more than happy to let him take the lead.

The sex was really, really good. Again, I think it helped that it was fueled by a build-up of desire, though knowing that I was making Zach’s fantasy come true was part of it, too. I really liked thinking about how excited he was going to be when I got home and told him all about how I’d cuckolded him.

I had three orgasms with Kyle. He did too. It was one of those nights where I just didn’t want to stop. Everything felt so good that as long as he was ready to go again I couldn’t think of a compelling reason not to fuck him one more time. That’s how we used three condoms.

By the time I headed home I was a little worried that I’d be too exhausted to give Zach what he wanted, but the moment I walked in and saw that eager look on his face I felt a renewed sense of energy. After all, he was, in a way, responsible for the great sex I’d just had.

January 26, 2023

Zach

Last night was incredible. It was absolutely incredible. I woke up today dealing with more cuckold angst, but I don’t care about that right now. I’d care a lot more if last night hadn’t been amazing. It was, though. It was outrageously hot.

“How was it?” I asked after Lia came home. I thought about being subtle or waiting for her to tell me about it on her own time, but I couldn’t.

“How was what?” Lia replied with a flirty smile.

That’s when I knew she’d had a good time. She was playing with me. “The sex,” I said.

“How long have I been gone?” Lia asked.

“Four hours,” I said.

Lia stepped closer and smiled. “That means I just spent the better part of four hours in bed with another man.” She leaned in and kissed my neck. Something about it was absolutely perfect and it filled me with the most incredible kind of arousal. “How do you think the sex was?” she whispered.

“It sounds like it was good,” I said.

“It was great,” Lia whispered as she unzipped my pants.

She pulled out my cock and stroked me. It felt spectacular. Truly spectacular.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Kyle thought so too,” Lia whispered. “He thought my hand felt good on his big, beautiful cock.”

I moaned. It’s incredible how just a few words could make me feel so good, and yet Lia managed to conjure an image of her fingers wrapped around another man’s dick with those words and that was all I needed to feel that intense kind of desire.

She kissed me as her fingers moved up and down my shaft. I couldn’t believe how quickly I got to a place of insane desire. I mean, it was amazing. It was like all the angst had washed away and only the overpowering arousal remained.

“Did he make you cum?” I asked.

“He did,” Lia replied. “Three times.”

“Did you make him cum?” I asked. Maybe other cuckolds would understand this, but I found the idea of my wife making someone else cum really hot.

“I did,” Lia answered. “I made him cum three times. Each time he was inside me. Each time his cock was buried in my pussy.”

I felt my cock swell up in her hand. My balls tightened too. I couldn’t help but picture Kyle having an orgasm while inside my wife. I knew he wore condoms, but I actually pictured him cumming inside her. I’m sure you understand. It’s just hotter that way.

“Another man fucked your wife and came inside her tonight,” Lia whispered. “Three times. He fucked me and came inside me three times and I already made another date to let him have me again.”

Much to my embarrassment, I came from the handjob. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We didn’t get anywhere near having sex. I came as I thought about Kyle cumming inside her. Just a little bit of dirty talk was all it took for me to spill my seed.

Lia didn’t seem bothered by it. She managed to step out of the way as my cum shot onto the floor.

“Sorry,” I said, mostly because I really did feel embarrassed that I’d cum so quickly.

“There’s no need to apologize,” she replied. “It’s kind of hot, to be honest. At least I know you’re really into me having sex with someone else.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” I said. “Did you really make another date?”

Lia smiled. “We’re seeing each other Saturday night.”

“That’s incredible,” I said.

A little bit of the angst returned after my orgasm. Lia wasn’t even going to wait a week before fucking someone else again. I couldn’t help but worry a little. I embraced it, though. The orgasm had been great. Like, truly great. I wanted more, so I was going to deal with the angst.

January 26, 2023

Lia

Zach came so fast last night. It was kind of amazing. I think I underestimated just how excited he was by his cuckold fantasy. There’s no question I did, in fact. He doesn’t usually cum fast. Certainly not that fast. I’m sure he could have cum again, but it was late by the time I got back from my “date” with Kyle so we went to be pretty soon after.

I’d already known about Zach’s love of dirty talk – we’d done plenty of it leading up to his cuckolding – but last night made it feel like I’d been granted a superpower of sorts. I’m sure the handjob felt good, but I really think it was the cuckold-fueled dirty talk that made Zach cum so quickly and that gave him what seemed like a great orgasm. His cum flew awfully far, though I guess I don’t know if that has any relation to the quality of the orgasm.

I woke up with a smile on my face this morning. I felt kind of giddy, to be honest, and I’m pretty sure it was from the many thrills of cuckolding my husband (including three really great orgasms). Have you had that feeling before? It doesn’t even have to be related to cuckolding. Just that feeling you get when you had really good sex the night before and – and this might be the most important part – you have this sense of anticipation because you’re going to get to have that sex again.

I checked to see that Zach was still sleeping and then reached under the covers to confirm that I was as wet as I suspected. I was, of course, quite wet and I figured I would give Zach a little treat.

I’ll admit that I wasn’t expecting it to be great sex. I honestly thought Zach would cum really quickly, just like he had the night before. If I’m being really honest, I kind of set out to make him cum as quickly as possible. I wanted to see if I could do it. I wanted to see if Zach was so turned on by the idea of being a cuckold that he couldn’t control himself.

I started by getting naked. Then I pressed my body against Zach’s and slipping my fingers into his underwear. His cock was soft and small, but it didn’t take long for it to come alive in my hands. His eyes fluttered as he grew thanks to my slow strokes. He still seemed half asleep by the time he opened his eyes, but his cock was hard by that point.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

“Morning,” he said with a smile.

“How did you sleep?” I asked as I continued to jerk him off.

“Good,” he said. “You?”

“Good, but I woke up all wet,” I said. “It was like my body wanted more of what it had last night.”

“Oh yeah?” Zach asked.

I’m familiar with Zach’s cuckold fantasy. He’d shared it years ago. We’d talked about it plenty. I know what turns him on. I know he likes the idea of me having really good sex with someone else. I know he likes the idea of me making someone else cum and someone else giving me a great orgasm. That’s why I figured I’d have a little fun with him. It felt risky, but I went for it.

I pushed Zach’s boxers down, straddled him, and took his cock inside me. I leaned closer and whispered, “My body woke up wishing I’d spent the night with Kyle. It woke up wishing I could sit on his big cock and take him for a ride.”

The look on Zach’s face confirmed that my instincts were right. I gave him the thrill he was looking for. The fact that I was riding his cock probably contributed to the look of pleasure, too.

“Did you ride his cock last night?” Zach asked.

“I did,” I said. “I had my second orgasm riding his cock. I came all over it. I screamed loud enough for the people in the room next door to hear as his cock made me cum.”

I rode Zach harder. I’m pretty sure he was fighting against the orgasm that was building between his legs. There was no point in fighting it though. I wasn’t going to stop until I had his cum inside me.

“Are you thinking about it?” I asked. “Are you thinking about his big cock inside me?”

Zach nodded.

“I like that,” I said. “I want you to think about it. Think about me cumming on his big cock. Think about your wife having an orgasm with someone else’s cock inside her.”

He was so close. Less than a minute after I’d taken him inside me Zach was close. I know it probably sounds weird, but it made me really happy.

I leaned down and kissed Zach’s neck as I bounced on his cock. “I’m thinking about it,” I whispered. “I’m thinking about him. I’m thinking about Kyle’s big, beautiful cock deep inside me. I’m thinking about how good he fucked me. I’m thinking about how badly I want to see him again, how badly my pussy needs him.”

Zach grabbed my ass, pushed his cock inside me, and climaxed. His moans were unlike any I’d ever heard. They were the sounds of a great orgasm and they were music to my ears.

“You didn’t cum, did you?” Zach asked when he finally opened his eyes.

“No,” I said. “But that’s okay. I can masturbate.”

“Plus, you’re seeing Kyle again in a few days,” he added.

I rolled off of him, spread my legs, and smiled as my fingers made their way to my pussy. “That’s true,” I said as visions of Kyle filled my head. Riding Zach to an orgasm had gotten me all worked up and I was ready for Kyle, even an imaginary version of him, to carry me all the way to my climax.