Long Distance Cuckolding - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Last night, Piper texted to tell me that she was going out to a club with some of her work friends. She sent a picture along, too. It was her outfit for the night. She had on a short leather skirt and a halter top. I couldn't see her feet, but I'm pretty sure she was in a pair of heels.

I let her know that she looked insanely hot. Because she did. She absolutely did. It wasn't just the outfit, though. She'd also clearly spent time on her hair and makeup and she'd worked to look good. To look sexy. Really fucking sexy.

I assumed that she sent the picture to tease me a little, especially given what we'd talked about before she left. I mean, why else would she send a picture? So, I made sure to tell her to have fun and that she shouldn't feel bad if she ended up dancing with a guy at the club, that she should feel free to have some fun while she was in San Francisco.

She texted back, "Thanks," and I didn't hear from her again. It's a little embarrassing, but I'll admit that I masturbated while looking at the picture and thinking about Piper dancing with a guy at the club. I mean, in my fantasy it went further than that, of course. She danced with him. He touched her. They kissed. They kissed deeply. They went back to his place. They fucked, all while she kept that incredible leather skirt on.

It was fantasy. I knew it was fantasy. But damn did it feel good to indulge in that fantasy. Really fucking good.

I still had that fantasy on my mind when Piper called early this afternoon. I was certain she hadn't done anything of the sort the night before, and yet I couldn't help but hope that something had happened.

"Hey there, beautiful," I said as a giddy feeling came over me upon answering.

"Hey," she replied. It was obvious - even though she'd only spoken one word - that Piper was hungover. I took that as a good sign because it meant that she'd cut loose the night before, which meant - in my fantasy-addled mind, at least - that there was a much better chance she'd indulged even a little in her freedom to have fun with another guy.

"How was last night?" I asked. I didn't want to come across as too eager, but I really was overwhelmingly eager so there wasn't much I could do to suppress that.

"Fun. A lot of fun, actually," Piper answered. "I definitely had too much to drink, but it was fun."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I feel like I can hear the hangover."

"If you were here you'd definitely be able to see it, too," she replied. "It's been a long time since I had that much to drink. I mean, I didn't black out or anything, but that's as drunk as I've been in years."

I honestly felt a little said that I hadn't been there. I'm obviously really turned on by the idea of Piper doing something with another guy, but I'm also turned on by the idea of being the one to do something with her, and she looked so fucking hot in that skirt that I absolutely would have loved to fuck her last night.

"It's a shame I wasn't there," I said. "You looked really good in that picture you sent."

"Oh yeah?" she asked. "What would you have done if you were here?"

"Well, I would have fucked you, of course," I said. "Though not before we spent a few hours dancing, kissing, and fooling around at the club."

"Mmm," she said softly. "I would have enjoyed that."

"But you had fun without me?"

"I hope that's okay," Piper answered.

I don't know why, but I felt a hint of excitement. Maybe it was something about her voice or maybe I was just lost in a fantasy. "Of course that's okay. It's better than okay. I want you to have fun while you're there. I can't think of anything worse than spending four months focused on nothing but work just because I'm not there."

There was a pause and I heard Piper take a deep breath.

"So, how many of you went? To the club, I mean," I asked.

"Six of us," she answered. "The two people in charge - our bosses, really - seemingly know better than to go clubbing with us. Plus, they're both old enough that it would be pretty weird if they came."

"And it was in the city?"

"Yeah. We did a round of shots here at the apartments and then we all piled into a car - a massive SUV, actually - and drove into the city. We all agreed that everyone would cover a round of drinks, the first of which we got as soon as we arrived," Piper explained.

"What was the club like?"

"Honestly, it was...well, this might be weird to say, but it was kind of sexy. Dark but not creepy. Well-designed. Lots of seating but also plenty of space to dance. They also seemed pretty strict about who they let in," she said.

"I'll bet you had no trouble getting in, looking the way you looked," I observed.

I could hear what sounded like a bit of pride in her voice as Piper said, "That's true."

"And I'll bet you got more than a few appreciative stares," I added. "I mean, what man - straight man, I guess - wouldn't have stared given how good you looked in that skirt and halter top, Piper."

She was silent for a few seconds before saying, "And you're really okay with that? With guys looking at me?"

"I'm more than okay with it. I like it," I said. I could have been obtuse about it. I could have tried to approach it in a more roundabout way, but I figured there was little harm in being as honest as possible.

"Well, a lot of guys stared," she said. "And I got a few compliments, too."

I got excited. I wasn't sporting a boner or anything, but I got excited. The very idea of my wife dressing in a suggestive manner and garnering the attention of men was fucking exciting to me.

"How did it feel?" I asked. "To have guys staring at you, to get those compliments, to know that they wanted you?"

Yes, I was being a bit bold. Maybe too bold. But I wanted to know and I wanted Piper to know that I was genuinely excited.

"Is it okay if it felt good?" she asked.

I laughed. "Yes. It's okay. It's more than okay. It really is. Honestly, Piper, I love, love, love that it felt good to you. I just...I mean, it turns me on that it felt good to you and that you looked so good that guys stared, that they wanted you."

"So...you want other men to want me?" she asked.

I couldn't tell if it was a test that I could fail - if she would upset with me if I admitted that's precisely what I wanted - or if she was interested in the same thing and wanted to make sure I was too.

"Yes, I want other men to want you," I admitted. "I...thinking about that turns me on."

"Which is why you told me to have fun last night," she said.

"Yes," I answered. I very nearly added that it's also why I told her that she should go on dates with other guys - or find a boyfriend - while in San Francisco, but it seemed like the wrong time to push that particular part of my fantasy since I'm pretty sure Piper was well aware of my feelings on that.

"Well...I had fun," Piper said softly. "A lot of fun."

It felt like Piper was holding something back, though I couldn't tell for sure.

"So, everyone had to cover a round of drinks," I said, figuring Piper maybe needed to loosen up a little before sharing everything with me. "Did you guys make it all the way to round six, or did some of you bail before that?"

She laughed. "Oh, we made it to round six. We were there for three hours, I think, which was long enough to prevent anyone from getting really sloppy. The alcohol probably hit me the hardest and even I wasn't irresponsible, though I obviously drank enough for a hangover."

"Did anyone cheap out and buy a round of shots when their turn came up?" I asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Danny did. Such a cheapskate. It wasn't even good stuff. It was bottom shelf whiskey. It tasted horrible. He played it off like he did it for the fun of it, but he's so fucking tight-fisted that he just didn't want to spend the money to get us all decent drinks," she explained.

"And how about you? When it was your turn, did you spring for the good stuff?" I asked.

"Of course I did," she shot back with faux indignation. "I'm smart enough to know that it's always a good idea to try and impress your coworkers, so I took drink orders from everyone and made sure to get the bartender to use actual good-tasting alcohol. It was expensive, but we're going to be here a long time and I don't want to be known as the cheapskate. That kind of label sticks with you for a long time."

She was right about that. If you're the cheapskate at work you eventually end up off the invitation list for certain events because everyone knows you're going to be a pain in the ass about the bill.

"Was it the kind of club where people dance?" I asked. It was a stupid question, of course, but sometimes it's just fine to ask a stupid question to get the ball rolling.

"It was," Piper replied.

I felt that excitement again. There was no reason for it, and yet I couldn't help but imagine my wife dancing with another man and doing so while wearing that incredible leather skirt and halter top.

"And did you dance?" I asked.

"I did," she said. "The DJ was incredible, actually. Every song was amazing. It was impossible not to dance, honestly. I just couldn't help myself, though it was a lot easier to get out there when everyone else in our group was dancing too."

"So...you said that everyone else was single. Of the young people on the team, at least. Was anyone there looking to...well, I guess have the kind of fun that single people have?" I asked.

Piper paused for a few seconds and said, "They were. They all were, actually. Maybe not at first, but you know, sometimes alcohol has a way of opening you up, of making you a little flirtier, or making your true desires come out."

I felt like she was talking about herself, but it was hard to tell if that's just what I wanted or if that's what was actually happening.

"You know, one of the things I was nervous about last night was that it had been a really long time since I'd been to a club. I mean, you don't really have a reason to go when you're married. I've been invited, but I always just wanted to go home to you," Piper said. "I was worried I'd...I don't know, that I wouldn't know what to do, or that it would feel really awkward."

"Did it?" I asked.

"At first," she admitted.

I jumped in with, "But then you had a few drinks, and you got into the music, and you started dancing..."

"And it wasn't awkward at all. I just had fun. I got into it. I danced with my friends. I danced with...well..."

It felt like the moment I'd been waiting for and I couldn't help but get excited. I held my breath for a few seconds waiting for Piper to finish her thought. When she didn't, I finished it for her. "You danced with...with a guy?"

"Well, we were there for three hours, maybe a little longer," she replied. "So I ended up dancing with...with a few guys over the course of the night."

I was so excited. I mean, I'm sure you can imagine how I felt. That kind of arousal that feels so deep. The kind that starts in your brain, that spreads to the rest of your body, that encompasses you entirely. The kind that - for me, at least - only ever seemed to happen when I fantasized about my wife being with another man.

"You're not saying anything," she said. "Are you okay? Is it okay that I danced with someone?"

"Yes, Piper, yes, it's absolutely okay," I replied. "Sorry I didn't say anything. I just...it's just so exciting to me that I kind of got lost in thought, you know?"

There was genuine curiosity - and perhaps a bit of excitement - in her voice as Piper asked, "What kind of thoughts?"

An image of my wife dancing with a good-looking guy popped into my head. I saw his hands on her waist. I saw her spin around and lean back. I saw her press her ass into his crotch. I saw his hands move to her waist and over her stomach.

"Well, thoughts about how you might have danced with someone. Were you close to the guys you danced with? Did they touch you? Did they say anything while you danced? Did any of them tell you that you were beautiful? If they touched you, did it feel good? Did you touch them? Did any of it...I don't know, excite you?" I rambled.

"They touched me," she said. "No one was rude or inappropriate, but there was touching. An incidental brush of a finger against my arm. A hand on my waist."

"Did you...did you like it?" I asked.

"Being touched?"

I nodded before remembering that I was on the phone. "Yes. Yeah. Did you like being touched?"

"I did," Piper admitted.

Fuck. It was so fucking hot. Hot enough that I started to stroke my cock through my jeans. My breathing got heavier, too. The way it does when you're turned on and you can't help but breathe heavier.

"There was one guy...one that I danced with longer than the others," she continued.

"Really?" I asked as excitement surged through my body.

"His name was Calvin, or Cal as he told me to call him," she said. "He was the last guy I danced with. He...he was very good looking. A few years younger than me. Tall, too, and he had a really great smile."

She sounded like a girl with a crush. It was incredible. My dick was hard as a rock. "And did Calvin, or Cal, did he touch you?"

"He did," Piper said softly. "More than the other guys. At first he was very polite. We danced together. We talked a little - though it was really loud, so only a little - though it didn't take much for me to feel like I knew him. I don't really know why. There's just something about him, I guess."

I was tempted to unzip my pants and pull my cock out, but I resisted as I didn't want to ruin the mood and possibly interrupt Piper's story.

"It was during the third or fourth song when he pulled me closer," she said. "He took my hand and pulled me towards him until my body was nearly pressed against his. I looked up at him and smiled and he put his hand on my lower back and pulled me even closer. We moved together to the music, to the beat."

It sounded like Piper was getting turned on, or at least she was talking like she was turned on.

"Then he...he spun me around," she continued. "He put his hands on my waist and pulled me close. He left his hands there, too, though he moved them over my stomach and my hips and a little bit down my thighs."

"Were you...were you pressed against him as he did that? Was your ass...was your ass against him as you danced like that?" I asked.

"It was," Piper admitted.

The image looked so clear in my mind. My beautiful wife dancing like that with a tall, good looking guy. Her ass pressed against his crotch. His hands moving over her stomach, waist, and thighs. It was so fucking hot.

"Then he...well, he brushed my hair away from my neck," she said softly. "He ran his fingers over my skin and then...and then he leaned down and kissed me. He kissed my neck."

I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them off. My underwear followed. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and stroked. I did so slowly so as not to make too much noise, but I was so fucking turned on.

"Did it feel good?" I asked.

"It did," Piper replied. "I shouldn't have let him kiss me, though. I shouldn't have done that, Joel."

She felt guilty. I could hear it in her voice.

"I'm so hard right now, Piper," I said. "I'm so turned on. Thinking about you dancing with someone. Thinking about his hands on you. Thinking about him kissing your neck. Thinking about you...about you enjoying it, about you letting him kiss your neck because it felt so good."

She didn't say anything for a few seconds and I thought I'd made a huge mistake. Then, finally, she said, "Really?"

"Yes. I could send you a picture if you need proof, but yes, I'm turned on. Hugely turned on. I'm...I actually took my pants off so I could...so I could stroke myself. I just couldn't help it. I had to. I've never...I mean, I feel like I've never heard anything so hot, so arousing," I explained.

"You're really not mad?" Piper asked.

I laughed. "I'm really not mad. I'm not. I'm the opposite of mad. I'm excited. I'm thrilled. I'm happy. I'm turned on."

She let out a deep breath. "Oh, thank god. Joel, I was so nervous. I really was. I was so nervous you'd be mad. I know you said all that stuff before I left, but...I don't know, I thought it was just play, just fun, you know?"

"It wasn't," I replied. "You can absolutely date someone while you're in San Francisco. Or just hook up. And you can absolutely, positively dance with a guy and have some fun while out with your coworkers."

"Even if that guy kisses my neck?" she asked.

"Yes, even if he kisses your neck. I mean, I find it especially enjoyable that he kissed your neck, that he touched you," I answered. "Did you...if you don't mind me asking, did you enjoy it when he kissed your neck?"

She was silent again, this time for even longer. Eventually, though, she answered. "I mean, I'd had quite a few drinks by that point. And I was dancing. And having fun. And I was pretty loosened up. And his touch...it felt good. I was lost in the whole thing. So...so yeah, I liked it. I might have even liked it a lot."

"Was that it? Just a kiss on the neck?" I asked.

"It might not have been," Piper answered.

My heart pounded.

"There might have been another kiss," she continued. "If it was more than just a kiss on the neck, would you be mad?"

"No," I answered. "I'd be turned on."

"So, if I turned my head after he kissed me on the neck, if I turned my head and looked back at him while we danced. If I looked back at him while his hands were on my hips and we were dancing...if he leaned in and kissed me, if his lips met mine, if he kissed me like that, you wouldn't be mad?" she asked.

Holy fuck was my cock hard in that moment. Insanely hard. Stroking it felt so good, too. So fucking good.

"I'm so turned on right now, Piper," I said. "You wouldn't believe how hard my dick is, how good it feels to stroke it as I imagine you kissing him. So no, I wouldn't be mad."

"And what if he used his tongue?" she asked.

"That would turn me on even more," I answered.

I thought I heard her moan. It was really soft, but I'm almost certain I heard it. "And what if...what if he touched me...what if his hands moved up...what if they cupped my breasts for just a moment...what if he touched me in that way while his tongue...while his tongue was in my mouth."

"Piper...I want to cum," I said. "That turns me on so much that I want to cum."

I did. I was really close, actually. I was so turned on that it took almost nothing to get me really close to cumming.

"Cum for me, Joel," she said.

It was a gift. And I took it. I came. I came so fucking hard while I thought about my wife kissing another man as her ass was pressed into his crotch and his hands were on her breasts. I came so hard my body shook. It fucking shook. I made a mess, too, but that doesn't matter.

"Holy shit," I said while coming down from the climax. "Holy shit, Piper. Holy shit that felt good. Wow. Wow."

"I'm glad I can make you cum so hard even though I'm all the way across the country," she said.

For some reason I had this feeling that she'd made the story up just to make me cum. "Was that just a story to make me cum?"

She was silent in a way that made me think she had made it up. Then she said, "No. It happened. All of it happened."

"That makes me so happy," I replied. "Happier than I can explain, even though that's probably a little weird."

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds, and then a thought popped into my head.

"What about you? I mean, orgasm wise. Did the kissing and dancing turn you on? I can't go down on you from across the country, but I absolutely would if I was there," I said.

Silence again. Then, "Oh, I already took care of myself, actually. Last night. And...well, and again this morning."

"That's so hot," I said.

"You really think so?" she asked.

"Yes. Absolutely. That is so hot. Were you...what were you thinking about while you did it?" I said.

I heard her take a deep breath before she paused for a few seconds and answered, "I was thinking about how I felt last night. How it felt to have his hands on me. How it felt when he brushed my hair aside. How it felt when his lips found my neck, when I kissed him, when his tongue moved into my mouth, when his hands were on my breasts. It wasn't like I was thinking about him, exactly, but instead it was just how turned on, how sexy, how beautiful, how desirable I felt in those moments."

"And you came?" I asked.

"I did," Piper answered. "Twice. So far, at least."

It's so hot knowing that your wife has masturbated to thoughts of another man and that she probably plans on doing it again. I promise you, it's so hot.

"I love that you're masturbating to those thoughts, to those feelings," I said. "Are you...I mean, are going to try and experience those feelings again?"

"Well...Cal gave me his number," she answered. "Or, well, I asked for his number."

"Have you texted him yet?"

"Not yet, no," Piper said. "I know you meant what you said before I left - at least now I know - but I just...I don't know, it just seems so strange to go on a date with another man while you're 3,000 miles away. You know?"

"Yeah, of course. But, you have my full support if you want to. And, not for nothing, it seems like you'd enjoy it. I mean, you enjoyed yourself last night. You enjoyed how he made you feel. Two orgasms...you know, that's pretty good, which means those feelings must have been pretty good, pretty potent."

"They were," she said softly. "And if I texted him...if I arranged a date, you really wouldn't be mad at me?"

I smiled. "Not in the slightest. Truly. I'd be more excited than I can possibly explain."

"Okay, well, maybe I'll do that, then," she said.

I have no idea if Piper is going to arrange a date with Cal - or another guy, I suppose - but as soon as something happens in that arena, I'll update you.

As I'm sure you can imagine, I really, really hope she texts him. I can't imagine anything hotter than knowing that she's got a date with another guy.

Hopefully I'll have something to write about soon.