Becca Bellamy
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The Start of Something New - Part 10
🕑 Added 2025-08-07 04:00:07 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Corbin hoped he might have a few weeks to adjust to the idea of his wife inviting her boyfriend to spend a night or two a week in their home. Callie had made no mention of that, of course, so he was engaging in wishful thinking, but he couldn't help himself. He knew he wasn't ready for what felt like a seismic change to their marriage. He hadn’t been given that time. Callie didn’t want to wait.
It wouldn’t be the first time Gavin had spent the night, of course. It was the notion of it becoming a regular thing that Corbin struggled with and he understood why. This was more than just Callie having fun by enjoying her boyfriend in her marital bed. This was Callie bringing her boyfriend deeper into her life and potentially pushing Corbin further out from the center of her life and into a position he wasn't sure he wanted to occupy.
The first night, Corbin lay in the guest bed and listened as his wife and her boyfriend had sex. The marital bedroom door was closed, but Corbin could hear their moans and the gentle squeaking of the bed. He could hear his wife's pleasure. He had his phone next to him. He could have popped in his ear buds and listened to some music to drown out the sex. He didn't, though. He was caught in a strange place where he was aroused by Callie's passion for her boyfriend and nervous that her passion would lead to unwelcome changes in their marriage. To his embarrassment, Corbin masturbated as he listened, unable to control his desire. He climaxed in a deeply pleasurable manner and only then did he put in his ear buds and drown out the continuing sounds of sex.
The next morning, Corbin woke up to the sounds of sex, as he'd suspected he might. He didn't masturbate, though. Instead, he got up and made coffee. Callie was the first to emerge from the bedroom. She gave Corbin a kiss on the cheek and poured herself a cup. She had on a white satin robe that he suspected she'd worn to arouse him. It worked, of course, as the robe was short and the lace trim rested against her breasts, making them even more inviting than usual.
Half a dozen things came to mind when Corbin considered what to say to his wife in that moment - including asking her to ease back on her plans to have her boyfriend sleep in their home - but instead he asked if he could clean her pussy and then make breakfast for all three of them. Callie's smile was brighter than he'd expected and Corbin knew that he'd passed a test of sorts. After all, ever since Christmas he'd been on an unyielding quest to prove his adoration of his wife, and a big part of proving that was fostering her relationship with her boyfriend. Corbin knew it was an unusual form of adoration, but it was the form that Callie desired at that point in their life.
Though it was difficult, Corbin worked to prove his adoration to Callie as she gave more of herself to Gavin. It was not without reward, of course, as Corbin had come to adore cleaning another man's cum from his wife's pussy. He'd found increasing pleasure in listening to them have sex, too, a pleasure that was enhanced by the fact that they were fucking in the bed that Corbin and Callie shared. He didn't entirely like how pleasurable he found that particular notion, but there was no denying that since she'd first slept with Gavin, Corbin had found increasing arousal in his wife's sexual and emotional relationship with another man.
After a few months, Corbin was no longer bothered by Gavin entering their home and, in many ways, taking his place a few times a week. In fact, Corbin had begun to look forward to his wife and her boyfriend spending the night in the marital bed and having sex at least a few times. That was, in part at least, because Callie had been good about offering Corbin orgasms only when Gavin spent the night. He knew he was, in effect, being trained, but that didn't stop the training from being quite effective.
What remained difficult, though, was seeing Gavin and Callie as a couple. It was seeing them curled up on the couch watching a movie on a Saturday night. It was seeing them get dressed up to go out on a date on a Friday night. It was listening to them talk and laugh together in the bedroom. The sex was thrilling to listen to, but the boyfriend/girlfriend moments were far more difficult.
It was two months after their anniversary trip when Corbin had a realization that should have occurred to him far sooner. It dawned on him that it wasn't supposed to be easy to see his wife acting as another man's girlfriend. He wasn't supposed to be okay with her having such a deep emotional connection with another man. It was supposed to be difficult, and his willingness to fight through that difficulty was how he proved his adoration of Callie, how he proved his dedication, how he showed her that he would always put her happiness before his own. It was also how he managed to find a little bit of happiness in the moments when he saw Gavin put his arm around Callie on the couch and pull her close, or how he smiled when they'd go out on a date as Corbin was left home to do the dishes or laundry or simply hang out by himself.
Corbin was not left out in the cold in the time after their anniversary trip. Their marriage had changed to make room for Gavin, but it could have been argued that he spent more quality time with his wife. They still went on dates, only with more regularity. They spent a great deal of time together at home. They spent more intimate time together, too. The only significant change was that they had a lot less sex. They fooled around and Corbin went down on Callie with great frequency, but he penetrated her far less often.
It was nearly ten weeks after the anniversary trip - and after Gavin and Callie started spending a lot more time together - that Corbin initiated a conversation with his wife about the ever decreasing volume of sex in their marriage.
Choosing directness over a more subtle approach, Corbin stated his desires after they'd had dinner one night. He was a little bit buzzed from red wine and they'd retired to the couch where Callie's feet rested in his lap as he gave her a massage.
"I'd like for us to have more sex," he said.
Callie looked at him and then at his fingers, which were still busy offering her pleasure via a slow foot rub. "How often do we have sex?"
She must have known, but Corbin provided the answer. "You've let me have you once in the past three weeks. Before that it was no more than once a week and usually closer to once every two weeks."
"And how often do I have sex with my boyfriend?"
"Three or four times a week, though you usually have sex multiple times on each occasion."
She smiled. "Like when he spends the night here and fucks me before bed and in the morning?"
Corbin nodded. "Yes, just like that."
Callie closed her eyes and ran a hand down her stomach and over her inner thigh. She wore a pair of tight jeans and Corbin waited for her fingers to move to her pussy, but they didn't.
"So you feel as though I offer my boyfriend's cock a great deal more attention than I offer yours," she said.
"Yes."
"And you'd like me to welcome you into my pussy more often."
"I would, yes. I like when we fool around. I like when you stroke my cock. I like when we masturbate together. I like that we actually spend more time naked together than we did before, but I want to have more sex. It's...it just feels different."
Callie looked at her husband and extended one of her feet, pressing it between his legs and shamelessly massaging his cock as she held his gaze. Corbin was tempted to look away or shift his ass so she couldn't reach his dick, but what she was doing felt awfully good.
"Do you think there's a reason that Gavin fucks me a great deal more often than you do?" she asked.
Corbin felt his pulse quicken. He nodded at his wife.
"Tell me the reason, Corbin."
"Because he fucks you better than I do."
She pressed her toes harder into his crotch. "That's right. Gavin fucks me better than you do. My body craves him. My pussy gets wet just thinking about him. When he slides into me, it feels glorious in a way I can't begin to describe, Corbin. He is a vastly superior lover and a remarkably good boyfriend for a man that possesses such good looks and such talent in the bedroom, which is why he's remained a part of my life for so much longer than I expected. Now, part of that is your doing, of course, as you've put in such effort to help foster our relationship - effort that I appreciate, my love - but surely you understand why he now spends a few nights a week in our bed, why I spend one night a week in his bed, why he's permitted to have my pussy so much more often than you, why your tongue spends more time in my pussy than your cock does."
Corbin found himself losing the thread. He'd sat down determined to convince his wife to have more sex with him, but in that moment his mind was awash in desire and there was a small part of his brain that was whispering that he should tell Callie he was sorry for asking for more sex, that what he meant to say was that she should refrain from having any sex with him. He didn’t utter those words, though.
"You enjoy tending to my pussy after Gavin's had his way with me, don't you?" she asked.
Corbin nodded. There was no point in denying it. He now experienced rather intense arousal any time Callie let him slowly, tenderly lick her boyfriend's cum from her pussy. On occasion she allowed him to masturbate while he did so and it always proved immensely satisfying, each stroke of his hand up and down his shaft filling him with a kind of sexual joy he'd never knew he wanted (and sometimes resented experiencing).
"Would it be fair to say that you've grown to love eating my messy pussy after Gavin's pumped a thick load of cum inside me?"
Her tone had shifted, as had her choice of words. She was working his cock more with her foot, too, and Corbin could feel the precum in his underwear.
"Fuck, Callie," he said. "Yes. That's...yes, that's true. I have grown to love it."
"Of course you have, Corbin. You see, you want nothing more than to show your adoration for me, to show your devotion to me. You weren't sure about it at first, but you've discovered how good it feels to dedicate yourself to my happiness, to shift your focus away from your desires in favor of doing what you can to ensure that my desires are met or exceeded."
Callie pulled her feet from his lap and removed her jeans, leaving her in a pair of lace boyshort panties that sent a charge of pleasure through Corbin. She took her shirt off, too, revealing a matching bra. She spread her legs and put a hand into her panties, which were sheer enough that Corbin could see her fingers moving in slow circles over her pussy lips.
"At first you wanted to save our marriage," she said. "Which was a noble goal. You wanted to prove that you weren't as selfish as you'd been for so many years and you did an incredible job of that. Something shifted along the way, though. You discovered that you're a different kind of man, Corbin. For example, you're a man that finds erotic pleasure in licking someone else's cum out of my pussy. You're a man that enjoys watching someone else fuck me and cum inside me. You're a man that enjoys masturbating while he listens to his wife have sex with her boyfriend in the bed you're supposed to share with me."
All of it was true and though Corbin hadn't spent much time thinking about it, Callie was right that their journey since Christmas had revealed that he was a different man than he'd thought himself to be.
"Right now, I bet you'd enjoy sucking my pussy juices off my fingers," she said softly.
"I would."
She smiled. "I bet, though, that you'd enjoy it even more if I had a load of Gavin's cum in my cunt."
Callie was trying to turn him on. She was using words like that to get him charged up. She also happened to be speaking the truth. "Yes, I would," he admitted. "Is that...is that fucked up?"
She pulled her hand from her panties and crawled towards him, stopping only when her forehead rested against his. "Corbin, it's beautiful. It's not even remotely fucked up. It's the most beautiful thing in the world."
Callie reached up to caress his face. She tilted her head. They kissed, doing so for far longer than he expected. Corbin leaned back and she crawled forward while their lips remained pressed together. She laid on top of him and he ran his hands down her back and grasped her ass in the lace boyshorts.
"I know you struggle with me being Gavin's girlfriend," she said. "I know it would be easier for you if it was just a sexual thing, if he just came over a few times a week, fucked me, and left. I know it's hard to see us curled up on the couch, to see us go to the bedroom together while you have to go to the guest room, to see me get dressed up to go spend the night at his place, to know that I have deep feelings for him and that he has deep feelings for me. What you don't seem to fully grasp is how much I love you, Corbin, how much I appreciate that you've become a different man, that you've allowed yourself to fully get in touch with the side of you that likes eating someone else's cum from my pussy, that likes that I spend the night at his place, that likes that you're sometimes kicked out of our bedroom so my boyfriend can spend the night."
She kissed his neck and stroked him through his jeans, moaning while she did so. Corbin was so turned on he could no longer think straight, but he felt deeply appreciative of Callie for trying to sooth the part of his ego that struggled with her being another man's boyfriend.
Then she sat back on her knees and smiled at him. "Let's go to the bedroom."
Corbin followed his wife to their bedroom, admiring her ass in the panties the entire time. Gavin had spent the night before in their bed and it remained unmade. That had become Corbin's job and he hadn't gotten around to it that day. He felt bad about it for a moment, but Callie seemed unbothered.
Instead, she undressed him, removing every article of clothing he wore and stopping him from helping when he tried to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to take her time, and she offered him soft, sensual kisses all over his body as she removed his clothing. That included showing affection to his cock in the form of a handful of kisses while she lowered his pants and underwear. She sucked on the head a little bit, too, sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.
Callie stood and led him into the bed. Corbin ended up on his back and she straddled him, sitting across his thighs while stroking his cock and teasing his balls in a remarkably slow manner.
"I'll be ending things with Gavin soon," she said. "In the next few months, I would think."
To say that Corbin was shocked was an understatement. He sat up without thinking and was overcome with an urge to wrap his wife in his arms and console her over the end of her relationship. That feeling was quickly followed by a joyful sensation that he would get her back.
"What happened?" he asked while trying not to seem overly happy.
"I discovered what I want from the future of my life and our marriage," she said, her fingers still working his cock, which was stiff with desire.
"What's that?" Corbin asked with no small amount of trepidation in his voice.
Callie smiled. "Freedom, I suppose. Freedom to be selfish. Freedom to pursue relationships with men like Gavin. Freedom to fuck whoever I want. Freedom to make you eat the cum of other men from my pussy. Freedom to make you prove your adoration to me in every imaginable way for the rest of our lives. Freedom to fall madly in love with a man and change the shape of our marriage for the time I'm in love with him. Freedom to break up with him once the new relationship energy fades so I can find another man to fall in love with."
Despite the arousal that clouded his brain, Corbin could see that Callie was as alive as she'd ever been, that she was beaming with excitement and happiness at the idea of moving into what was clearly a new phase in their life.
"You deserve all of that," Corbin said.
Callie leaned forward and kissed his chest. Her lips moved towards his neck. She nibbled his ear lobe for a moment. Then, with her lips hovering just above his, she said, "Yes, I do. Tell me, though, did you feel anything unpleasant as I detailed what I want from my life, Corbin?"
"No," he answered, which was the truth.
Her smile was as bright and beautiful as any he'd ever seen. "I suspected as much. In truth, I saw the possibility of this all those months ago when I informed you of the changes I was instituting in our marriage. You were resistant back then, of course, and I was at least somewhat convinced our marriage was going to end, but you surprised me, Corbin, by getting in touch with the part of yourself that finds genuine pleasure in your wife's pleasure and happiness. You've become a man who finds satisfaction in tending to his wife's needs above all else. In other words, my pleasure has become your pleasure."
"It has," he admitted. It wasn't always easy, but there was a reason he liked listening to her have sex. Her pleasure was his pleasure. There was a reason he didn't throw a fit when she went on a date with her boyfriend, why some part of him actually liked how happy she was with Gavin. He was evolving into the kind of man Callie described him as.
"You are the reason I've been able to get in touch with the kind of life I truly want to live, Corbin. Your embrace of your true self has let me embrace my true self. Men like Gavin will come and go for the rest of our lives - and there will be lots of men like Gavin, I assure you - but you will always remain. You will be by my side. You will love me. You will support me. You will encourage me to flirt, to date, to fuck, to explore whatever pleasures I crave because they will be your pleasures."
Callie leaned back and deftly removed her panties. She straddled Corbin and took his turgid cock inside her.
"Controlling your orgasms pleases me," she says. "Doling them out slowly pleases me. Denying you access to my pussy pleases me, in part because you're an even better husband when you don't get to fuck me all that often, when you feel a deep craving for my pussy, for the pleasures it offers you. That's why we don't have a great deal of sex, Corbin. I make you cum often, but I don't give you my pussy often. That you must earn. That you must work hard for. That you will always have to work hard for."
She began to rock back and forth over his cock, bathing him in her wetness while moaning as she rubbed her clit over his pelvis.
"You will continue to evolve into the kind of man that would do anything to make his wife happy," she said. "You will continue to find your way to a state of mind where you care very little for your own desires, where all you want is to tend to my desires in whatever form that takes as we evolve as a couple. You will do whatever it takes to make me happy, Corbin."
"I will," he said. "I will."
"Good. Gavin wants to take me on a vacation. Just the two of us. I want you to plan it, though. I want you to book it. I want you to pay for it. I want you to ensure that I have a beautiful, romantic trip with my boyfriend. I want you to help us fall even deeper in love, despite knowing that I'm going to end it with him before too long. Will you do that for me, Corbin? Will you plan and pay for a romantic vacation for your wife and her boyfriend?"
"Yes. I'll do that for you, Callie. I will."
She began to ride him, her pussy bouncing up and down on his cock and making a wondrous slapping sound each time her body dropped onto his. "After I break up with Gavin, you'll find me another boyfriend. You'll find me men to go on dates with. You'll buy me pretty dresses to wear for those dates. You'll book reservations at beautiful restaurants."
"I will. I will always put your pleasure first, Callie. You're right that it makes me happy to do so. It makes me genuinely happy."
They kissed. "I know it does, Corbin, and I will continue to foster that part of you. I will continue to help make you the kind of husband I need and want you to be."
"I'm close," he said as she rode him faster.
"You may cum inside me, Corbin," she said. "You'll clean up your mess afterwards, but you may cum inside me."
His orgasm arrived soon after. He closed his eyes and came inside his beautiful wife as she ground her clit into his body and achieved a climax of her own.
Callie came again as she sat on his face and fed him her load. She came a third time after rolling onto her back and welcoming him between her legs for a slower pussy worship session.
Corbin found pleasure in all of it. All of his anxieties regarding her relationship with Gavin had washed away, too, because Callie had made it clear that Gavin was just a temporary addition to their life, that men like him would come and go but that Corbin would always remain, that he would be there to enjoy her pleasure, to support her, to be the man willing to give everything to make her happy, to be the man that would find intense satisfaction in giving anything and everything to make her happy.
It would be a different life than the one Corbin had ever imagined, but he knew it would be better, and he was infinitely grateful for that.
The End.
