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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 12
🕑 Added 2025-05-05 05:17:34 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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The trail - Rattlesnake Ledge, for those that are interested - was harder than I'd expected. The view was worth it, though, and Alex and I had brought snacks so we could rest at the top and enjoy looking down at Rattlesnake Lake on a crystal clear day.
It was while seated and idly chewing a granola bar that I started a conversation I'd be thinking about having for a few weeks.
"Do you know what's coming up?" I asked.
Alex shook his head.
"The first anniversary of your cuckolding." I hadn't thought of it as Alex's cuckolding a year ago. In fact, we'd both simply thought of it as me expanding my sexual horizons and getting my needs met in a way Alex couldn't meet them. In the time since that first sexual adventure, though, we'd both come to learn a great deal more about the lifestyle we'd largely stumbled our way into.
"Wow...it's already been a year."
"It has, and given that, I wanted to check in," I said as I stared at the remarkable blue waters of the lake. "I feel like I don't really do that, to be honest, and that might be a mistake. You deserve an opportunity to voice your feelings, to request changes to this lifestyle we've developed. Hell, you deserve an opportunity to just talk if you want. So, on the eve of this unusual anniversary, how are you feeling?"
I looked at him, but Alex was staring off. He seemed to be lost in thought, which I took as a good sign. I really did want him to have a chance to express any feelings, misgivings, or even desires he had with regards to the sexual lifestyle we'd spent a year exploring.
"Looking back," he began, "it now seems so clear to me that I was feeding some sort of subconscious desire when I suggested that you sleep with other people. At the time I thought I was just solving a problem and doing what it took to ensure that I got to stay married to you, but I'm pretty sure that's nonsense. In a way, I was just looking out for myself."
"I'm not sure I understand."
He chuckled. "I am astounded at how turned on I get when you cuckold me. I'm equally astounded at how turned on I get when you even talk about it, or when I think about it. That kind of arousal...that doesn't just come out of nowhere. That desire was clearly hidden inside me. I wasn't aware of it, but I swear, my subconscious just made it happen. It let me to being a cuckold, which led to me experiencing levels of arousal that I genuinely didn't know were possible."
I was about to say something, but it turned out that Alex wasn't finished.
"In a weird way, that's the thing that worries me," he continued. "I'm so turned on by it - by everything we've done - that I worry that it might actually ruin things, that I could somehow go too far with it, you know?"
"Not really."
He smiled, though I could sense a hint of frustration, perhaps with me for not understanding what he was saying.
"Okay, so, you know how recently we've been exploring more...I mean, well, more humiliating stuff."
I nodded.
"That stuff...Erica...it's such a turn on. Right now I'm thinking about how you had me lie on the floor next to the bed as you and Simon fucked. I'm thinking about how you put the used condoms on me, how you laid one on my head, how it remained there while he fucked you a second time. I'm thinking about that and I'm so fucking turned on. I'm sitting here at the top of this hike looking down at this beautiful lake and the forest around it and I'm getting hard thinking about how my wife laid her lover's used condom on my face and then sucked her lover's dick and rode it while I was on the bedroom floor."
I got a little bit turned on, too, which was why I rested my hand on Alex's knee and then ran my fingers up his thigh, under his shorts, and between his legs to stroke him a little through his boxer briefs.
"Erica...please."
I'll admit to feeling a little embarrassed. Alex was right, though. He was trying to talk and I was trying to fool around. "Sorry."
"It's okay. It is. I like it, in fact, it's just..."
"You're trying to talk about something important."
He nodded.
"Sorry. Please, continue."
"I guess I was just about done. The only thing left is...I have this worry that we're going to end up in a place where...I don't know, where you no longer think of me as the kind of man you want to be married to."
It hadn't crossed my mind, but I could see that he was genuinely concerned. "Why would you think that was even possible?"
He looked away. "I jerked off with Simon's used condom that night. I jerked off and I had a stunning orgasm with another man's cum encasing my cock. I mean, from a certain perspective, that's fucked up, so maybe there comes a point - maybe it's further down the line - but maybe there comes a point where something shifts and you suddenly can't help but see me as some kind of...I don't know, some kind of freak that gets off on all this humiliating stuff and you just don't want to be married to me anymore."
I inched closer and wrapped my arms around him. I held him tight for a few moments and then our lips met for a long, tender kiss. There was no tongue. This wasn't an erotic exchange. This was warmth and comfort delivered via a kiss.
"The way I see it, we're evolving together," I said as I caressed his face. "We're changing. There's no doubt about that, and not to freak you out, but I do see you differently now than I once did. It's not that you're less of a man. It doesn't have anything to do with manhood or manliness. It's just that you're...different in my eyes. But, the reality is that we've both evolved in a way that has made our sex life infinitely more satisfying than it was before. It's now seriously non-traditional, of course, but it turns out that our marriage requires a non-traditional sex life to be the best it can be."
I kissed him again, this time with just a hint of tongue.
"Watching you masturbate with Simon's condom...it was hot, Alex. Seeing the pleasure on your face as you used the cum and condom of a sexually superior man to get yourself off...that was so hot to me and it absolutely spurred my desire to get fucked again."
I could see that he was turned on, though there was also a bit of concern. "That's the thing I'm worried about, though. That you think of Simon as a sexually superior man."
"I don't think of him that way. He is sexually superior to you."
Alex looked like he wanted to argue the point.
"At least when it comes to satisfying my needs," I clarified. "When you used to fuck me with regularity, I didn't have anywhere near as good an experience as I have when Simon fucks me. I didn't cum as hard. Sometimes I didn't cum at all. Now, I cum multiple times. I cum so hard my toes and fingers tingle. I cum so hard I see stars. Part of that is because I'm cuckolding you and often humiliating you, but part of that is just because Simon is better than you when it comes to fucking me."
I let my hand venture between his legs and found Alex's throbbing cock.
"The truth is, the sex is better when you're there, when you're actively being cuckolded. That's why this works, though. It's all part of a system. You being the cuckold. Me being the hotwife. Simon being the bull. That's what makes this work so well, though you also need to accept that he's sexually superior to you."
Alex moaned as I stroked him through his shorts and underwear.
"Say it, Alex."
He looked at me. He hesitated. Then he surrendered. "Simon's a sexually superior man."
"Tell me that you like using his cum and used condoms to jerk off with."
Alex moaned. "I like using his cum and used condoms to jerk off...to pleasure myself with."
I moved my hand from between his legs and saw a hint of disappointment on his face. "I have other ideas, you know."
"Ideas about what?"
"About humiliating you," I said. We didn't often talk about it in that way - perhaps because it felt too destructive to Alex to openly refer to it as humiliation - but of course that's what it was. "Ideas that turn me on. I...I like humiliating you, Alex. It makes my pussy wet. I like that part of cuckolding. I like fucking a superior man, of course, but I also like making sure that you know that Simon is superior to you, that he fucks me better than you do. That makes my pussy almost as wet as getting fucked does."
Alex was completely lost in his arousal at that point, but so was I. There was something exciting about doing it while enjoying the natural beauty spread out before us.
"What are your ideas?" he asked.
"Well...I'd like to make you eat his cum," I said. "Maybe lick it off me. I could have him cum on my tits and make you lick it up. I could have him cum in a condom and then make you pour it on my tits before you lick it up. I could humiliate you about how much you're enjoying licking a superior man's load off my perfect tits."
He looked nervous about that particular idea.
"I was also considering having unprotected sex with Simon," I said.
Alex groaned and I moved my hand between his legs. I couldn't resist teasing him a little.
"We'd have to get tested and all that to be safe and he'd have to be willing to make me the only woman he's having sex with, but I think it would be really hot to make you watch as another man cums inside me."
I stroked him a little faster through his shorts and was delighted at the intense pleasure on his face.
"I also think it would be hot to make you eat my pussy after he fucks me and cums inside me."
I was pretty sure that I could have made Alex cum in his underwear.
"Are you close?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Do you want me to make you blow your load in your underwear, Alex?"
He wasn't sure. He didn't say anything. "No. It's too messy."
I was feeling generous. I stood up and looked around to make sure we were alone and no one was approaching with any speed. Then I had Alex stand and I dropped to my knees. I lowered his shorts and underwear and took him in my mouth. I sucked hard as he moaned. It wouldn't be long before he came.
"I want you to cum in my mouth," I said. "And I want you to do so while understanding that I won't let you cum in my mouth again until the second anniversary of your cuckolding has passed. A cuck like you doesn't deserve to cum in a woman's mouth. That's reserved for sexually superior men like Simon."
I took him in my mouth. I sucked hard. He blew his load almost immediately. It was a long orgasm and his legs trembled at the start. It was a big load, too, but I took it all and swallowed when he was finished.
My pussy was soaked by the time it was over, so I had Alex sit next to me, put a hand down my shorts, and work my clit with his fingers while we kissed. It wasn't the kind of mind-bending orgasm I have when Simon's inside me, but it was lovely and exactly what I needed in that moment.
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How do you celebrate the first anniversary of your husband's cuckolding? You cuckold him, of course!
I rented a house for the weekend. It was reminiscent, in fact, of the venue where I'd first fucked another man. It was smaller and didn't have a bunch of small cabins around the property, but it was right on the water and exceptionally private, which was really what I was looking for.
Alex and I arrived first. We did a little shopping to stock the place with food for the weekend and Alex unpacked my suitcase in the master bedroom and his in the smaller bedroom down the hall as Simon would be sleeping with me.
I changed into a satin robe - nothing underneath - and invited Alex into the room where I'd be spending the weekend with my bull. Alex ended up on his knees not long after and tended to my pussy with his eager tongue while I explained to him that the entirety of the weekend would be about celebrating the joys of being a cuckold and hotwife couple.
I also explained that the weekend would be about further exploration of our sexual lifestyle and the pleasures that it offered us. Simon had gotten tested, as had I. Simon had also told me that he'd long stopped fucking other women, so there was no sacrifice to be made on his part where that was concerned. Instead, he would be cumming inside me from then on, the first time to be on the night of the anniversary of Alex's cuckolding.
I greeted Simon at the door in the robe. We kissed as Alex took his bag to the bedroom.
I led Simon to the living room. I got on my knees for him. I stripped him from the waist down and took his cock in my mouth. I began our weekend together by giving my bull a long, slow blowjob while my husband watched. I shared a great many kisses with Alex during that blowjob, luring him nice and close as our tongues entwined. I've grown quite fond of kissing him right after having Simon's cock in my mouth. It feels like a gentle form of humiliation that both makes him confront that I prefer to suck another man's dick and shares with him the taste of Simon's cock.
"I'm going to make him cum in my mouth," I said after I'd gotten Simon rather close to his climax. "But I won't be swallowing. Instead, I'm going to spit his cum onto my tits and you're going to clean it up, cuck."
Alex looked nervous, though his excitement was obvious too.
"It's going to be the first of many times that you'll eat a superior man's cum for me." I smiled and kissed him. I lured his tongue into my mouth. "You should get naked first, though."
Alex stripped and I took Simon back into my mouth. He looked about as happy as a man could, which made sense given that he was well aware he'd be spending his weekend immersed in pleasure, serving my every sexual need with his big cock and cumming as many times as his body could handle.
Once Alex was naked I made Simon cum. I sucked and stroked his dick. I did it at a rapid pace and he put a hand on the back of my head and guided me a little. It was more than enough to make his dick explode in my mouth. I caught every drop with my lips sealed tight around his shaft and pulled back only after I was certain he'd expelled every drop of semen.
I opened my robe and tossed it aside. I leaned back and let some of the cum spill from my mouth and onto my tits. I made a little bit of a mess - some of it landed on my stomach and thighs and the floor - but there was plenty of sticky, salty cum to lick up.
I gestured for Alex to get to work. Again he looked nervous. He did as I desired, though. My cuck husband licked another man's cum off my tits and it was electric. I had a hand on the back of his head to guide him and he was smart enough to play with my pussy, sending me deeper into my desire and prompting a series of beautiful moans.
After the first round of cleaning I expelled the rest of the cum from my mouth and put Alex back to work.
"Do you like watching my cuck lick your load off my tits, Simon?" I asked.
"I really do," he replied with a smile. "I think I'm going to enjoy watching him lick my load out of your pussy even more, though."
I moaned at the thought. I'd actually thought about it quite a bit, sometimes while masturbating. As it turns out, humiliating my husband is a thrill for me, one that I can't get enough of, one that will drive a lifetime of a cuckold play, if I had to guess.
I kissed Alex after he'd finished cleaning - and kissed him deeply - and then instructed him to go prepare dinner. I led Simon down the hallway and into the bedroom. I stripped off the rest of his clothes and we took a long shower together. There was lots of touching and kissing and even a little cocksucking, though we didn't fuck or cum.
We had dinner on the deck overlooking the water. We talked as friends would, as we'd actually become quite close with Simon. It was nice to exist in a non-sexual way, though I was seated next to my bull as a somewhat subtle recognition of the different configuration of our relationships over the weekend. Alex was the cuck. Simon was the bull. The bull got to play the part of the lead man while the cuck played the supporting man.
After dinner we had cocktails outside while the sun went down. I sat between Alex and Simon on a padded porch swing, though I was cuddled up with my bull.
Eventually Alex stepped away without prompting, giving Simon and me a little time alone. I was rather appreciative of my husband's gesture and made a mental note to reward him a little later.
"How are you feeling?" I asked as I rested my hand on his chest.
"Good. Really good, actually. I like being with you, Erica. I like being with both of you, actually. You're good people. You're fun to hang out with. And you, in particular, are really fun to fuck."
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm looking forward to having you cum inside me. I didn't realize how much I wanted it, but now that I know it's going to happen tonight...I can't explain how excited I am."
"Yeah?"
I was. I really was. There's something about having a man cum inside you - especially a man like Simon - that's so fucking hot. Plus, it had the extra pleasure of being a moment of deep humiliation for my cuck husband. A married man isn't supposed to want another man to cum inside his wife. He definitely isn't supposed to watch, and he most definitely isn't supposed to crawl between his wife's legs and lick that other man's cum out of her pussy. Alex was going to experience all of that, though.
Simon was quiet for a while as we both stared out at the water while the sky lit up with stars.
"Is it okay...is it okay if I like you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
He took a deep breath and suddenly seemed nervous. "Is it okay if I have feelings for you? Nothing overwhelming or dangerous or anything and I certainly have no intent on fucking up your marriage, but is it okay if I have feelings for you?"
This might sound hard to believe, but it felt like an entirely unexpected revelation. It shouldn't have, though. Simon had spent a fair number of nights in my bed. I'd fallen asleep in his arms on several occasions. I was, in that very moment, indulging in a deeply romantic moment with him as we'd watched the sun go down while cuddled up on the porch of a gorgeous home I'd rented for the express purpose of having sex with Simon.
In that same moment I asked myself if I had feelings of any sort for Simon. I liked him, of course. It would have been impossible to have so much sex with him if I didn't like him. The idea of losing him was a bit painful, too, though not nearly as painful as it would have been if he were an actual boyfriend. The truthful answer to my introspective question was that I wasn't entirely sure if I had real feelings for him, perhaps because I'd ensured that there was some measure of distance between us, given that feelings of a real variety would have been dangerous.
"Yes, it's okay if you have feelings for me," I said before kissing him softly on the cheek, letting my lips linger against his warm skin for quite some time. "In fact, I like that you have feelings for me."
He turned to me and smiled. We kissed, this time in a far deeper fashion. I felt a desire to climb into his lap, remove every bit of clothing, and take him inside me. I resisted that urge, though, as I wanted Alex to witness my first unprotected sex with my bull.
"I just keep thinking about how I'm on a weekend getaway with my girlfriend," Simon said. "I know that's not what this is. Not entirely, at least. My mind just keeps going there, though."
"Then let it go there," I replied. "That's okay. Let it go there and let it stay there. I'm a different kind of girlfriend, to be sure - I'm married, after all - but for the most part you can treat me as your girlfriend as long as you're comfortable with the fact that I'll be tending to my husband's needs this weekend as well as your needs."
It was all very unexpected. Simon had done a good job hiding his feelings, or he simply hadn't discovered them until that weekend.
It wasn't unwelcome, though. It felt nice. I liked the idea of Simon developing feelings for me, caring for me, wanting me to be his girlfriend. It did feel a little dangerous, but I think that was part of the excitement. Plus, there was a small part of me that understood that me being another man's girlfriend was a different kind of humiliation for Alex and that night on the porch I felt the beginnings of the thrill associated with that particular sort of humiliation.
We made out on the porch for a little longer. Then we went inside and invited Alex to join us in the bedroom.
The sex we had that first time was romantic. You might even call it lovemaking. It felt right, though, that the first time Simon came inside me was slow and sensual. It made it last longer, certainly.
When it was over I welcomed Alex between my legs. I saw his jealousy. I saw his insecurity. I saw his arousal, too, and I assured him that I loved him as he pushed his tongue inside me and began what ended up being a long, slow worship session where he fully cleaned another man's cum from my pussy.
Simon laid next to me as Alex cleaned me. He caressed my body. We kissed. I alternated between telling him how good the sex had been and telling Alex how good it felt to be cleaned by his eager tongue.
I think some women would have been overwhelmed or just straight up annoyed at having to tend to two men at the same time. I was in my element, though, and I would find myself falling deeper into that particular role as the weeks and months went by.
