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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 13
🕑 Added 2025-08-03 04:35:15 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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"So, Simon has feelings for you?" Alex asked, though he knew the answer to the question. He'd heard Simon express his feelings for me several times over the course of our weekend getaway celebrating the first anniversary of Alex becoming a cuckold.
"He does," I answered with a smile.
It was a beautiful day and we'd taken the opportunity for a walk around the neighborhood. We'd found our way to a lovely bench overlooking the park near our home and my fingers were entwined with Alex's as we sat and watched the people in the park, including a young couple making out on a picnic blanket and a group of college-aged guys tossing around a Frisbee.
"Do you have feelings for him?" Alex asked.
To my surprise, he hadn't asked that particular question yet, though I suspected it had been at the tip of his tongue from the moment he heard Simon confess his burgeoning feelings for me.
"Yes," I answered.
Alex's head snapped towards me and his anxiety was on full display, as you'd expect. His wife had just told him she had feelings for another man, after all, so it probably would have been quite strange if he hadn't reacted at all.
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and I let my lips linger there for a few seconds before softly saying, "I love you more than I ever have, Alex. You are the absolute light of my life and I want more than anything to spend the rest of my days with you."
His shoulders relaxed and when I leaned back I saw a smile on his face. I kissed him on the lips. I opened my mouth and he did the same. I didn't want to get pornographic with the kissing in the park, but we did make out a little bit and I did rest my hand on his thigh and caress him a little bit.
"Feelings can mean a wealth of different things," I said as I ran my fingers over the back of his neck while I turned to watch the frisky young couple on the picnic blanket. The guy had his hand up her shirt and it seemed that they'd forgotten they were in the park or they were just too young and horny to care.
"Like love?" Alex asked.
"Yes, like love. It can also be hard to define what it means to have feelings for someone. I would say, though, that when it comes to Simon I experience a really lovely sense of warmth when I think of him, in addition to the arousal I feel, of course, as I can't quite help but think of how good it feels when he's inside me whenever I think of him."
Alex turned and leaned in to kiss my neck. He did so in a manner that was absolutely meant to arouse...and it worked. My cuckold husband was kissing my neck as I thought of my boyfriend - as I now referred to Simon - fucking me.
"Do you think he's in love with you?" he asked.
"No. Not yet."
Alex leaned back and I expected to see panic on his face. Instead, there was a slight smile, though of course there was a touch of angst as well. "Is he falling in love with you?"
"I believe he is, yes."
He was. There was no question about it. It was quite likely that he wouldn't fall head over heels because he knew I'd never leave my husband for him, but Simon was on the road to being in love with me and I felt no desire to deter him from following that path. I liked that he was falling for me. It made me feel beautiful and sexy and a little bit powerful, if I'm being honest. I can understand why some women so thoroughly enjoy being courted by multiple men and getting to choose between suitors. There's something so wonderful about it, though I'd already made my choice, of course, so I suppose I was being a bit more selfish than most women in that I absolutely wanted to have my cake and eat it too.
"Has he told you he loves you?" Alex asked.
"No, and he might never say it. I've been clear that I won't be leaving my husband for him, so perhaps he'll feel as if there's no real point to declaring his love for a woman that will never be able to truly be with him."
"Or perhaps he'll be fine with being in love with a woman that can only ever give part of herself to him."
Alex kissed my neck again and I closed my eyes. As I did, I thought of waking up in Simon's arms on our weekend getaway. I thought of how good it felt to be naked next to him, to feel his strong body pressed against mine, to run my fingers over his arms, to shift my hips so that I could feel his cock against my ass, to move my body to arouse him, to guide him inside me, to make love to him in the spooning position, to make him cum inside me simply because it felt so good to satisfy him in that way.
My pussy was soaked when I opened my eyes. Soaked because I'd thought of making love to my boyfriend, as that's absolutely what we'd done that morning. Slow, sensual, soft, beautiful sex that was undergirded by a wave of warm emotion, not the wave of pure erotic desire that undergirds fucking. I liked having that kind of sex with Simon, too, of course - I came much harder having that kind of sex - but it wasn't until that moment on the park bench that I truly realized just how much pleasure I took in the slower, softer kind of sex with my boyfriend.
"How does all of this make you feel?" I asked. I had an idea, of course, but Alex deserved a chance to talk about it.
"It's confusing. Complicated, I guess. I mean, I feel scared. Nervous. Anxious. Then I also feel excited. Turned on. Horny as hell, I suppose. I've thought a lot about it - I guess I'm thinking about it constantly, if I'm being honest - and I have this idea or notion that for me it's all part of this...this humiliation stuff that turns me on. I mean, it's way different, of course, but my wife having feelings for another man...I think it turns me on in the same way the other humiliating stuff turns me on. Like, it's not supposed to be. I'm not supposed to be okay with it. I'm not supposed to support it. But, because I'm this kind of man, because we're going down this road, I find myself really wanting to support it, you know? I find myself getting really, really excited about supporting you in all of this with him."
In case you don't remember, my cuckolding of Alex had led to us exploring the pleasures of humiliation. I had been somewhat surprised to find that I got off on humiliating him, that it really turned me on, and he was surprised to find that he got off on it too.
I did not consider the notion, though, that Alex might find that same kind of pleasure in Simon and I developing feelings for each other. I could see it, though. In a way, it was perhaps the ultimate form of cuckold humiliation. It was probably the most dangerous form of it, too, though I couldn't help but wonder if that was part of what made it so appealing to me. Maybe I was the sort of woman that needed to live a little dangerously to achieve true heights of pleasure, or maybe that was nonsense. I was still exploring, after all.
"What are you thinking?" Alex asked.
"That it sounds like I have your blessing to fall in love with my boyfriend if I want."
I looked at him. He looked surprised, and then excited, and then anxious, all in the span of a few seconds. It was really kind of delightful.
"You have my blessing," he said. "Yes. You have my support. You have my love. You have everything you need."
We kissed and we did so slowly and deeply. I lost myself in it and was delighted to feel a tidal wave of love and affection for my husband wash over me.
"Now I'm thinking something different," I said with my forehead pressed gently against his.
"What's that?"
"I'd like to have sex and I'm debating between taking you home and making love to you or having you drive me to Simon's house so he can make love to me. I'm not sure which I'd prefer, though."
Yes, I was putting it that way because I wanted to see what Alex would say, which direction he would push me in. I would make the decision, of course, but I was genuinely curious as to what his preference would be.
"Let me drive you to Simon's house," he said.
As it turned out, that was the answer I was looking for. We left the park. I changed into sexier underwear, texted Simon, and had Alex drive me over.
"I've missed you," I said a moment before Simon took me into his arms.
"Nowhere near as much as I've missed you."
We kissed. I thought about the fact that I'd become the kind of woman that passionately kisses two men on the same day. It delighted me. Simon lifted the back of my dress and grasped my ass. He moaned as his fingers found the delicate lace of my underwear.
"Will you be watching, cuck?" Simon asked.
I felt a little shiver of pleasure as Simon talked to Alex in that manner, something he'd gotten a bit bolder about in recent weeks. "That's up to you," I said before Alex could answer. "This is your house, so you get to choose. In fact, you get to choose how you have me, too."
Simon smiled and caressed my face. His fingers moved through my hair as he held my gaze. I felt connected to him, drawn to him, my body became his in that moment because that's what I craved.
"I'd like him to watch," he said. "It turns me on when he watches me cum inside his wife."
It turned me on, too, and I'm certain it turned Alex on.
"And will he be allowed to clean your cum out of me?" I asked softly, knowing full well that Alex would enjoy that.
"He will," Simon replied. "I like watching him do that. I like how it makes me feel."
I ran my hand under his shirt and over his chest. "Like a strong, sexy, superior man that fucks me better than my husband?"
He smiled, though no response was necessary. My comment was really for Alex's benefit as I knew he'd find pleasure in a little touch of humiliation.
Simon took my hand and led me to his bedroom. We kissed as I undressed him, but when he moved to lift my dress over my head, I stopped him.
"That's a cuck's job," I said with a smile. "He should undress me. He should give his wife to the superior man that she's chosen to satisfy her sexual needs."
I stroked Simon's cock and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth. I felt Alex behind me, his fingers loosening the button and zipper at the back of my dress.
"I want you so badly, Erica," Simon said softly. "I've thought about you constantly since our weekend away."
I rested my hand against his cheek. "I feel the same way, Simon. I can't help but get excited every time I think of you. I can't help but want you. I can't help but want to feel your strong arms around me. I can't help but want to feel your cock inside me, your lips against mine, your body on top of mine."
Alex pushed the straps of the dress from my shoulders and Simon kissed my neck. My husband unhooked my bra and slowly removed it. Simon's hands cupped my breasts as Alex lowered my panties to the floor. I stepped out of them and my shoes, leaving me naked in Simon's bedroom.
"I'm yours," I said softly.
Simon picked me up, spun around, and laid me in his bed. Our lips met and our tongues entwined as I ran my hand down his stomach and grasped his cock. It felt bigger than usual, though that was probably just a trick of my desire.
My boyfriend's cock parted my pussy lips and slowly pushed inside me. I moaned and he kissed my neck, sucking gently on the flesh as he filled me.
"That feels so good. You feel so good inside me."
I couldn't see Alex with Simon on top of me, but if I'm being honest, I wasn't thinking much about him in that moment. When you're being penetrated by a man your body craves, it's hard to think about anything other than the absolute joy of that penetration, of coupling with the man you crave, of satisfying the desires that have built over the course of a day. On that particular day, I was also satisfying an emotional desire that had grown since our weekend away and I was discovering that sex with Simon was better with that desire present in me.
Eventually he was fully inside me. His pubic hair was enmeshed in mine. I ran my hands over his strong arms and down his back. We kissed as he remained still in my pussy, giving me the time to get used to his size.
Then, I smiled at him and said, "Make love to me, Simon."
I know not everyone agrees with the notion that there are different kinds of sex, that fucking and love making are different. I think they are. I think that sometimes they satisfy different desires. In that moment, I wanted to feel my emotional bond with Simon grow, I wanted to feed it with love making. I also wanted him to feed his growing affection for me. It was, I suppose, selfish, but I liked the notion of two men being head over heels for me.
Simon made love to me. It was slow and soft and sensual and beautiful. I had three orgasms while he was inside me in missionary. Three beautiful, deep orgasms that made my toes curl.
He had one orgasm, of course. One long orgasm. His body tightened. He lowered himself onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I welcomed his cock and his cum inside me. I welcomed his affection inside me. I held him close and nurtured his ever-increasing desire as he expelled himself deep into me, his body tensing and relaxing on top of me as shot after shot of his thick, creamy semen filled me.
He lifted himself onto his elbows and cupped my face. I saw adoration in his eyes. It's the kind of thing you often see in a man's eyes after he cums inside you, but this felt different. More potent.
We kissed slowly and deeply for what felt like quite a long time, and it must have been because Simon was mostly soft by the time the kiss ended and he pulled out.
I looked down to see Alex on his knees and staring at my pussy. He'd probably watched Simon cum in me and go soft in me. He'd heard us kissing. He'd seen us make love. He'd witnessed every second of it.
"Stand up," I said.
He was naked and hard. His cock head glistened with precum. His balls were tight against his body. He looked a little shy about being naked in Simon's bedroom, but I liked that he'd stripped and seemingly touched himself a little while watching.
I sat up and beckoned for Alex to crawl into the bed. He did so and our lips met for a kiss. A slow, deep kiss so soon after Simon's tongue had departed my mouth. I stroked my husband's cock as I kissed him, eliciting a series of low moans that delighted me.
Yes, I was rewarding Alex for being a good cuck and watching, but I was, if I'm being honest, testing Simon, too. I wanted to know if he could actually share me, if he could make love to me and then watch as I showed my husband that I loved him, that I cared for him, that I craved him just as much as I craved Simon, albeit in different ways.
"Will you be a good cuck, Alex?" I asked softly. "Will you clean my boyfriend's cum out of me? Will you devote yourself to swallowing the superior man's seed from your wife's thoroughly satisfied pussy?"
Alex nodded and groaned. I knew he was turned on because I felt his cock swell up in my hand. It's like a little cuck test. Talk dirty to him and see what his cock does. If he gets harder, he likes it.
I laid back and Simon kissed my neck. I turned my head and my lips found his. Our tongues entwined as Alex laid between my legs. I took his head in my hands and guided his mouth to my pussy. I moaned into my boyfriend's mouth as my husband cleaned my freshly-fucked pussy. I was completely lost in the bliss of the lifestyle Alex had introduced me to.
If I'd been in a different mindset at that point I likely would have marveled at how far we'd come in little more than a year. We'd gone from having an underwhelming sex life to having Alex clean a sexually superior man's cum out of me while I kissed that sexually superior man, while Alex had a raging boner. We'd found the thing that satisfied us both far more than a vanilla sex life and, in truth, it felt like we were just getting started. After all, a year is hardly much time in the grand scheme of things, is it?
Afterwards, we sent Alex away to make us drinks and I curled up with Simon. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of being wrapped in his strong arms.
I let my mind drift and found myself wondering if I wanted Simon to fall in love with me and if I, in return, wanted to fall in love with him.
Despite - or perhaps because of - the sense of danger that came with it, I couldn't help but come to the conclusion that I'd very much enjoy exploring the potential of loving two men at once, if for no other reason that it would be nice to know if it was an option to pursue such things as the rest of our lives played out.
Perhaps I'd be the sort of woman who was free to fall in love with other men while holding steadfast to her love for her husband. Perhaps I'd find that it was a disastrous approach to life. What I was certain of, though, was that I wanted to pursue it and to make sure that my cuck experienced every bit of pleasure - even pleasure born of humiliation - that he deserved.
The next few months were going to be an awful lot of fun. Or at least I hoped so.
