Becca Bellamy
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Married But Available - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-09-20 04:54:16 +0000 UTCEliza attends a wedding without her husband, who's away on business. Unlike most married women at the wedding, though, her husband has encouraged her to have fun of the naughty variety. In his words, she can be 'married but available' if she wants. The question is, does Eliza want to have that kind of fun?
As Bruno Mars's voice filled the ballroom, Eliza approached the bar and caught the attention of the young bartender in tuxedo pants, suspenders, and a white button up shirt.
"What can I get for you?" he asked.
"The couple's cocktail."
He nodded and walked away as Eliza turned towards the dance floor. She caught sight of the bride - her friend Margaret - and groom dancing to what seemed to be an excellent selection by the DJ, as the newly married couple was surrounded by an impressive number of guests, all of whom were smiling as they danced.
"Here you are," the bartender said.
Eliza turned to see a bright blue liquid in a glass. Margaret and her groom Dave had chosen a cocktail of their own design to be the official drink of their wedding and like most guests Eliza had happily ordered one as her first drink of the night. The color caught her off guard, though, given that it reminded her of Gatorade more than it did a cocktail.
"Wow. That's quite a color."
"Blue spirulina gives it that color," he replied. "It's perfectly natural, believe it or not."
Eliza raised her glass and took a sip, albeit in a slightly fearful manner as her taste buds feared the worst. Thankfully, the drink was delicious. Pineapple seemed to be the lead flavor, though several fruits competed in the background, turning the sip she'd taken into a rather pleasant experience.
"That's really good," she said.
The bartender nodded.
"Should I get one?" someone asked.
Eliza turned to see one of the groomsmen standing next to her in his tuxedo. His short, wavy hair was perfectly styled and he flashed a smile so charming she couldn't help but return one of her own.
"You can have a sip of mine if you'd like," she said.
"Yeah?"
Eliza handed him the glass and he took a small sip.
"Wow. Okay, to be honest, I was expecting it to be horrifying. That's good, though."
He handed the glass back and Eliza took another sip. "I know, right? Apparently the color is naturally derived, too, which surprised me."
The groomsmen ordered the cocktail and turned back to Eliza. "I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Matt."
They shook hands and she noted that he flashed yet another charming smile. "It's nice to meet you, Matt. How do you know Dave?"
"College roommates. How do you know Margaret?"
"We both got the same job after college. We were production assistants on a local news show."
Eliza noticed Matt glance at her breasts - her dress put them on display in what she hoped was a tasteful manner - and she felt her pulse quicken for a few moments. His gaze shifted to her ring finger where he no doubt spotted the diamond engagement her now husband had given to her nearly seven years ago.
"Do you like my dress?" she asked.
Matt's eyebrows shot up and she tried not to smile at her successful attempt to surprise him. "You look better than any woman here, the bride included. In fact, you look so good that I couldn't help but wonder if you have beef with Margaret."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I suppose you'd look incredible in anything you wore, but that is a killer dress and sometimes a bride gets upset when her friends maybe kinda sorta upstage her on her big day."
Eliza sipped the blue drink and looked out at the dance floor. "You're not entirely wrong. A few years ago I would have been a bridesmaid. We had a little bit of a falling out, though. We were both up for the same promotion. She was - in my opinion, at least - underhanded in her pursuit of that job. It all worked out as I got a producer position at a different station..."
"But you're still a little bit pissed that your friend fucked you over?"
She raised her glass. "That's a fine way of putting it, Matt, because that's exactly how I feel. I know I'm kind of a bitch for trying to outshine her a little bit with this dress, but I guess I'm way pettier than I thought I was."
He laughed. "I can't say whether you're a bitch or not, but you're hot as hell, Eliza. So mission accomplished."
Eliza felt a bit flushed and it took a few moments to register that it was Matt's rather obvious flirting - and perhaps the surprising strength of the drink - that had tilted her body towards arousal.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked.
Eliza glanced at her ring and thought of her husband. An unavoidable work trip had kept him from the wedding and he'd been quite clear that he wanted her to have fun. He had, in fact, gone a step further than that and shared with Eliza that he would find it enormously exciting if she hooked up with someone. In his words, he was okay with her being 'married but available' at the wedding. He'd left for his trip soon after and Eliza had spent a great deal of time thinking about his largely unexplained declaration.
In the moment, though, all she was thinking about was how nice it would be to dance with the handsome man standing next to her, so Eliza downed her drink, set the empty glass on the bar top, and sauntered towards the dance floor.
They danced in a flirtatious-yet-chaste manner, largely due to the fact that Eliza had very little interest in there being endless whispers about her marriage. She felt like a seductress, though, shooting flirty looks at Matt and getting close to him before pulling away the moment his hands touched the soft satin of her dress as it clung to her hips. She made sure to bend over a little and really flash her cleavage, to turn around and move in a manner that made the dress grip her ass in a way she knew would thrill him.
After a handful of songs, Eliza found her thoughts drifting to being much closer to him, harkening back to the days when she and her friends would go out to night clubs in hope of finding a decent man to go home with. She felt alive, like her blood was pumping through her veins with renewed vigor. She felt very much like she wanted to kiss Matt, too, like she wanted to feel his hands on her body, like she wanted to feel his cock get hard and press against her stomach as a sign that she was still vibrant and beautiful despite the fact that she'd given herself over to married life.
"I could use another one of those blue cocktails," she said after half a dozen songs, mostly because Eliza worried she might go too far with Matt if they stayed on the dance floor.
He smiled and put his hand on her lower back as they walked towards the bar. His fingers were there for only a few moments, but Eliza felt an electric shock of pleasure move between her legs, deepening the wetness already gathered there.
They ordered two more cocktails and the bartender delivered them with a smile. Eliza and Matt clinked their glasses together and she took a small sip before setting her drink on the bar and taking a deep breath.
"Have you ever been with a married woman?" she asked as quietly as she could while still being heard.
Matt couldn't quite hide his surprise, though he recovered quickly. "No."
"But you were flirting with me, right?"
He nodded.
"And we're at a wedding, and most single guys at a wedding are hoping to get laid, at least as far as I know."
"True."
"So were you hoping to take me to bed tonight?"
Eliza thought he might look away, but he held her gaze.
"Yes."
She couldn't hide her smile. "Did you think you had a chance?"
"Not when I was walking over, but as soon as we started talking, yes, I thought I had a chance."
"And why is that?"
He looked into the blue liquid in his glass and smiled. "Because of the way you smiled at me when I flirted. Because you seemed to like it when I checked you out and when I told you that you looked hotter than the bride. Most married women would have cut it off right there even if they were flattered. You didn't, and you're here alone, so I figured there was a chance, and while I wouldn't normally sleep with a married woman, this feels different."
He moved a little closer and Eliza caught a whiff of the same scent she'd detected while they danced. Aftershave or cologne, she guessed. Whatever it was, she found it intoxicating.
"Before I left, my husband told me that he wouldn't mind it if I had some fun while I was here."
"No shit. Really?" Matt asked.
Eliza looked at his lips and wondered what they would feel like pressed against hers. He glanced at his hand and wondered what it would feel like against her ass. She wondered if he'd imagined those same things.
"He didn't really go into detail. He just told me that I could be 'married but available' at the wedding and then left for his business trip. I'm pretty sure he's into the idea of me sleeping with someone else, though. In fact, I'm pretty sure that my husband would absolutely love it if I texted him to let him know that a handsome groomsman is going to take me up to his room to spend the rest of the night ravaging my body."
Matt nearly choked on his drink before swallowing. Eliza still wasn't sure if he'd truly thought he had a chance with her, but he was definitely surprised by how forward she was being.
"So we know what your husband would think about a handsome groomsman taking you to his room, but what would you think?" Matt asked.
"I think I'd like to kiss you."
He leaned closer and Eliza shook her head. "Not here, silly. Not in front of my friends."
"Shit, sorry. I...I want you so badly."
Her heart fluttered and her pussy tingled. "You can't have me yet, but I do want to kiss you, so I'm going to go to the bathroom. There's a little conference room across from the restrooms. Wait a few minutes and then meet me there."
Eliza finished her drink and headed for the bathroom. She locked herself in a stall and pulled her phone from her purse with the intention of texting her husband. Her fingers hovered, ready to type out a message, but instead she slipped her phone back into her purse, emptied her bladder, and then exited the stall.
Eliza's heart pounded as she looked at herself in the mirror and washed her hands. She looked good in the dress. Really fucking good. No wonder Matt had guessed that she was trying to outshine the bride. Her nipples were hard and poking through the bra and the dress, a fact that she chalked up to her intense arousal. She wondered if they'd been hard while she was dancing with Matt and smiled at the idea that he'd seen the rather obvious signs of her arousal.
With a deep breath, Eliza left the bathroom, checked to make sure no one was in the hallway, and hurried into the conference room. The blinds were drawn and Matt sat against the table, though only for a moment. As soon as she shut the door he walked towards her. Eliza was in his arms a second later. His lips found hers. His hands moved to her lower back. Their tongues met. She moaned into his mouth and he did the same as his hands moved to her ass and gripped her soft flesh through the impossibly thin material of her dress.
"Fuck," she said after the kiss. "That was incredible."
"Yeah, wow, that was really hot."
Eliza felt his cock pressing into her stomach. She was tempted to tease him a little. She was even tempted to get on her knees and suck him a little, but that was a form of madness driven by her arousal. Instead, she stepped back, glanced down to admire the size of the bulge, and then turned and walked towards the door.
"I'll be yours tonight," she said. "You can take me to your room. You can ravage me as you desire. We can make each other cum all night long. You'll have to wait a little longer, though, as I can't be seen leaving the reception early. We won't be dancing again, either. I might even dance with other people just to make sure none of my friends know that I'm going to step out on my husband tonight. Will that work for you?"
"Of course," he replied. "Any amount of waiting would be worth it, Eliza. You're stunningly beautiful and that was the hottest kiss I've ever experienced."
She smiled. "I don't disagree, and you should know that I'm already quite wet for you, and if this was any other situation I'd let you have me right here and now. It's a wedding filled with my friends, though, so you'll have to wait. Oh, and please do wait in here until that lovely erection of yours has gone down a bit. I'll be seeing you."
Eliza blew him a kiss and walked out with a bright smile on her face and a tingling between her legs that nearly drove her back into the conference room to surrender herself to him for a quick fuck on the table.
Instead, she returned to the reception and spent the rest of the night dancing with her friends. She did indulge in a few dances with other guys, though none were as flirty as how she'd danced with Matt. It was fun to tease him, though, as she caught him looking her way countless times. Of course, two could play at that game and Matt brought another woman on the dance floor a few times, and since those women were single they could get a lot closer. Eliza seethed with unexpected jealousy each time she glanced his way and saw him dancing with someone else, but she was confident that he would take her to his room when the night was over, that she'd lured him into a state of such desire with the kiss that he would happily turn down another woman in favor of fucking Eliza, and that perhaps the allure of fucking a married woman would overwhelm any other offer he might get.
The reception petered out around midnight. Eliza said her goodbyes and made her way into the hallway. She lived close enough to have gone home - or to have taken Matt to her home - but it struck her as far too weird to fuck someone else in the bed she shared with her husband.
Instead, Eliza and Matt stepped into the elevator on the far side of the hotel - and away from the lobby - and rode it to his floor as he rested his hand on her ass and caressed it through her dress.
"Did you have fun dancing with those other women?" she asked.
"I did. I'm pretty sure I could have fucked any of them, too, as they seemed quite enamored with the handsome groomsman in the tuxedo."
Eliza smiled. "And yet I'm in the elevator with you."
"You've charmed me, Eliza, as I couldn't stop thinking about you even when I was dancing with those other women. I was really just trying to make you a little jealous, I suppose."
"It worked," she said. "It worked exceptionally well, in fact."
He kissed her neck. "Is that right?"
"Yes, that's right, and if I'm being completely honest, there's a very good chance that I'm going to work even harder to make you feel good tonight. That's just how jealousy works sometimes."
"Well then, I guess I made the right decision in dancing with those beautiful women."
"Did it feel good to touch them?"
He squeezed her ass. "It did, though not as good as it feels to touch you, Eliza."
He turned towards her and gently pressed his crotch against her hip. She felt the stiffness of his cock and their lips met for a kiss as the elevator slowed. His tongue was in her mouth as the doors opened and Eliza hoped that no one was in the hallway.
"Take me to your room," she said softly.
They rushed out of the elevator and down the hallway. He fumbled with the keycard and waved it over the lock. The door opened and he ushered her inside before taking off his jacket and tossing it on the floor. They kissed while slowly making their way towards the bed. Eliza spun around and he unzipped her dress and pushed it from her shoulders. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, turned around, and backed away from Matt as his eyes wandered over her nearly naked body.
"Holy shit, you're so hot," he said.
Eliza smiled and reached back to unhook her strapless bra. She covered her breasts with one hand and dropped the bra with the other. She turned around and lowered her panties, leaving her in only a pair of heels. Matt approached and his hands found her waist. She pressed her ass into his crotch as he cupped her breasts and kissed her neck.
"I don't know if I've ever been this turned on," Matt said.
Eliza turned her head and lured his tongue into her mouth. His hand left her breast and moved between her legs. She moaned as his fingers entered her with ease, probing her wetness slowly and with remarkable skill, leaving her even more confident that it was going to be a deeply satisfying night.
"I don't know if I've ever been this wet," she replied.
"No?"
She spun around in his grasp and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular chest that her fingers soon danced over. Her lips followed and Eliza found herself sinking to her knees without thinking about. She loosened Matt's belt while looking up at him and smiled at the intense desire in his eyes.
"It's been so long since I've been with someone other than my husband," she said. "I forgot how exciting it can be to fuck someone new."
Eliza freed his thick cock and took him into her mouth. She stroked the shaft and cupped his balls, rolling them between her soft fingers while he moaned. Matt ran his fingers through her hair and rested a hand on the back of her head. He applied gentle pressure, something that would have bothered her if her husband had done it. Eliza was surprised at how much she enjoyed it, though, at how it made her moan, at how it made her want to take more of him in her mouth. She was equally surprised at how the entirety of her loins tingled with desire, at how giving Matt a blowjob somehow made her want him even more.
"Please tell me you brought condoms," she said.
"I did."
Eliza smiled, stood, and crawled into the bed. She looked over her shoulder and shook her ass at him. "Do you want me, Matt?"
"More than you can imagine."
He stripped out of his pants and grabbed a condom as Eliza rolled onto her back and spread her legs. She masturbated and played with her tits while watching him dress his erection. Her pussy really was wetter than she could ever remember it being.
Matt crawled on top of her, smiled, and showed her breasts the kind of attention they adored. Eliza arched her back, ran her fingers through his hair, and moaned. She felt the head of his cock move over her pussy lips and reached down to try and guide him inside her.
He moved his hips forward and filled her slowly. Eliza found herself awash in a pleasure so pure she'd forgotten it was possible to feel that good.
"Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good in me."
Matt kissed her neck and bottomed out inside her. He straightened his arms to lift his chest off of her and Eliza ran her fingers over his triceps and shoulders before taking his head in her hands. She guided his lips to hers and they kissed deeply as Matt began to fuck her with long, slow thrusts.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Matt, fuck me."
"You feel incredible, Eliza. Jesus, this is so fucking hot."
She ran a hand down his back and grabbed his ass, urging him to fuck her deeper. She moaned as every thrust brought her a little closer to an orgasm that had started building when they'd kissed in the conference room. Their lips met. Their tongues entwined. Their bodies seemed to fit together in an utterly perfect manner, as if they'd always been destined to fuck at some point in their lives.
"Oh, fuck, Matt, I'm close," she said. "Cum with me. Cum with me!"
He fucked her harder. It felt better. So much better. An orgasm washed over her. An orgasm provided by a man other than her husband. A breathtaking, body-shaking, toe-curling orgasm that had her mumbling incoherently as the pleasure wiped her mind of any thoughts other than the overwhelming satisfaction coursing through her from head to toe.
"Holy shit," Matt said as his body relaxed after the many pleasures of his climax, all of which happened while his cock was inside her, a fact that put a smile on Eliza's face. She wrapped her legs around him, too, ensuring that he wouldn't pull out until she was ready for him to do so.
"That was really good, wasn't it?" she asked.
"It was fucking incredible."
She laughed. "Well, given how good that was, I think it's our responsibility to fuck as many times as we can tonight, to completely exhaust each other."
"Agreed," Matt replied. "Maybe we'll get through that whole box of condoms."
"We can only hope."
She opened her legs and he pulled out and rolled onto his back. Eliza nestled her body next to his and smiled at the cum-filled condom still tightly wrapped around his dick. She liked that she'd made him cum, that she'd made his body convulse with pleasure, that she'd produced all the grunts and groans of erotic delight that he'd unleashed and she couldn't wait to do it again, and again, and again.
Once he'd gone soft, Matt excused himself to dispose of the condom and Eliza pulled her phone from her purse.
"I just got fucked," she texted her husband. "It was spectacular. I'll be getting fucked a bunch more times tonight and again tomorrow morning, if I had to guess. I'm putting my phone on silent and I don't plan on checking it until tomorrow so I can have my fun. I hope you meant what you said, though, because another man's cock is going to spend a lot of time inside me tonight."
Eliza put her phone on silent, slipped it into her purse, and shoved her purse into the nightstand drawer. She'd get in touch with her husband tomorrow. She did hope he'd meant what he said, though, because her marriage was going to fall apart if he didn't. That was for tomorrow, though. Tonight was about Matt, about his beautiful cock, about her desire for him, about meeting that desire until her pussy was sore. Tonight was about pleasure and with any luck her husband would be out of his mind with desire by the time he saw her again.
Tomorrow, Part 2 will be posted and will be all about the aftermath of Eliza embracing her husband's desire for her to be 'married but available.' Will he find it as hot as she hopes he will, or will it sow the seeds of marital destruction?
