Becca Bellamy
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The Start of Something New - Part 9
🕑 Added 2025-07-15 05:07:24 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Corbin opened his eyes and parted the gauzy, semi-sheer white curtains that surrounded the queen size bed he'd spent the night in. The overwater bungalow was small - no more than 200 square feet - but it had everything they needed, including a coffee table that could be lifted by a hinge to reveal the water below. Bread could be dropped through the opening and the many colorful Tahitian fish would hurry over and put on a show as they fed on whatever a guest had been kind enough to donate to the water.
The only thing missing from the bungalow was Corbin's wife. She'd fallen asleep in his arms the night before, but she'd clearly slipped out at some point. That wasn't entirely surprising, though, as Callie's boyfriend had come along on their anniversary trip. He'd done so at Corbin's invitation, of course, as he'd gone out of his way to prove that he adored his wife, that he would never again slip into the pattern of neglect that he'd lived in for so many years.
The first night of the trip had gone exceptionally well. Corbin had been nervous about checking in, but the French woman behind the desk offered a smile when she surveyed the three of them and saw Callie standing between her two men. It was a small, private resort, though, so perhaps they were used to all manner of unexpected couplings.
The lone bellman took their things and led them down a long wooden dock to the two overwater bungalows at the very end of it. On the right side was the bungalow where Corbin and Callie would be celebrating their anniversary and on the left was the bungalow where Gavin and Callie would be celebrating their ongoing romantic relationship. There was just enough space between the bungalows that any sex would be unlikely to be heard by other guests of the resort, which Corbin was both grateful for and a tad disappointed by.
After the bellman had unloaded their things, Callie stepped into Corbin's arms and they shared a long, remarkably passionate kiss that left his cock in a throbbing state.
"I know I've said it so many times already, but it was amazing of you to invite Gavin on this trip," she said. "To make that sacrifice, to put me first, to ensure that my needs are met before even considering your own. It was an incredible act of love, Corbin, and I'll never forget it."
They kissed again and then Callie guided Corbin to his knees, lifted her skirt, and had him lower her panties. She put a hand on the back of his head, pulled his mouth to her pussy, and put him to work.
"I'm going to go to my boyfriend's bungalow after this," she said. "I'm going to give him my pussy. He's going to make love to me in the bungalow you booked for us. He's going to cum inside me. I'll cuddle with him for a little, we'll appreciate the view of Bora Bora, and then I'll come back to you and we can connect as you clean him out of me, my love."
Corbin looked up as Callie smiled down at him. She ran her fingers through his hair and then stepped back, pulled her panties over her pussy, and bent over to give him a quick kiss. Then she was gone.
Instead of doing nothing while his wife fucked her boyfriend, Corbin put on his swimsuit, stepped out onto the bungalow’s small deck, and dove into the water. Every part of the private island resort was spectacular, but no feature was better than the ability to leap from his deck into the beautiful, calm, warm Tahitian water and go for a swim.
Corbin floated on his back and stared up at the impossibly blue sky as he thought of Callie. Try as he might, he couldn't get her out of his head. He pictured her going down on Gavin in their bungalow. He pictured his hands in her hair, guiding her mouth in the art of pleasuring him. He pictured Callie mounting her boyfriend and guiding his cock inside her. He pictured Gavin playing with her breasts as she bounced on his dick. He pictured their passion for each other, their lust, their wholehearted acceptance of the joys of vacation sex. It was a bit strange to have an erection in the ocean, but Corbin wasn't especially concerned since he was alone in the water.
He swam a little more and then climbed the ladder onto the bungalow's deck, dried off, and dropped onto the small wicker couch. He lifted the coffee table and stared down into the water, though he had no food to attract fish. Corbin made a note to bring some bread back from dinner so he could attract the water bound wildlife the next morning.
Callie's footsteps on the dock leading to their bungalow drew Corbin's attention and he lowered the coffee table back to its resting position. His wife looked to be glowing as she stepped inside. She'd just gotten fucked by the other man she loved, though, so of course she was glowing.
"How was it?" Corbin asked.
Callie smiled, stripped, and crawled into the bed. He stood as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Cum was already dripping out of her. Cum that Gavin had deposited inside her in the overwater bungalow across the way.
"Come," she said softly. "Connect with me, Corbin. Make love to my pussy in the way we both know you've come to crave."
It wasn't that Corbin craved the taste of Gavin's cum, nor did he crave having another man's semen in his stomach. He did, however, crave engaging in the intimate act of tending to his wife's pussy after her boyfriend had cum inside her. As Callie had hoped, it had become a ritual between them. When possible, Corbin would slowly, gently clean Gavin's cum from his wife's pussy, making love to her with his tongue and swallowing the result of her love for her boyfriend, a love that Corbin had helped foster through his submission to Callie's needs.
Corbin settled between his wife's legs and kissed her thighs as he inhaled the smell of sex. Without trying, he'd come to find that scent arousing in an almost overwhelming way. Imagery of Gavin's cock moving in and out of her pussy - an act Corbin had witnessed on several occasions - filled his mind every time that scent tickled his nose and Corbin loved the arousal it produced.
"You smell so good," he said as his kisses neared her thighs.
Callie smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "I love that you get off on the smell of the sex I just had with my boyfriend. I love that you're so into all of this, Corbin, that you've become the perfect husband for me."
He pushed his tongue inside her and the salty taste of Gavin's cum quickly coated his mouth. There was a time when the taste was revolting, but Corbin had gotten used to it rather quickly. He probably wouldn't have admitted it to Callie, but he'd actually come to enjoy the taste. He certainly found it arousing, which was why his cock was now hard and pressing into the bed as he made love to his wife's pussy with his tongue.
"Mmm, Corbin, baby, you have no idea how much I love watching you clean his cum out of me," Callie said softly. "How happy it makes me. How much it turns me on. I can't properly describe it, but please know that I'm absolutely overjoyed that you've embraced this ritual, that you've become the kind of husband that will happily clean another man's cum from my pussy, that will get hard while he does it, that will spend a long time between my legs to ensure that you get every single drop of his seed out of me."
"I love you, Callie. I truly want nothing more than for you to be happy, to be blissfully happy."
His tongue returned to her pussy and Callie closed her eyes while resting a hand on the back of his head. She moaned and would occasionally grasp her breast or arch her back as she slowly worked her way towards an orgasm. Corbin could have made her cum sooner, of course, but he doled out the clitoral stimulation rather slowly, in part because he wanted to draw out the experience - he really did love it - and in part because he knew that Callie liked a long, slow orgasm after she'd been fucked by her boyfriend.
When he'd finished, Callie had Corbin crawl on top of her so they could kiss. She took his cock inside her and forbade him from thrusting. He found that difficult, of course, but when it came to his orgasms and access to her pussy, Callie was in charge and Corbin wasn't about to act selfishly and start fucking her without permission.
"It's nice to be inside me, isn't it?" she asked.
"It's so much better than nice."
Her smile was bright before she kissed him softly. "It would be nicer if I let you fuck me, wouldn't it?"
He nodded.
"I will at some point on our trip, assuming you remain well-behaved. Any selfishness and you won't be permitted to fuck me, but I think we both know that you're past all of that, aren't you?"
Corbin wasn't entirely sure of that, but he nodded as he had no intention of behaving selfishly while on his anniversary trip.
"Pull out."
He pulled out and sat back on his knees. Callie moved to her knees and inched towards him. Her fingers encircled his slick cock as her tongue entered his mouth. She stroked him right to the edge of an orgasm and then stopped before lifting her fingers and gently pushing them between his lips. Corbin tasted his sweet precum and delighted in the smile on his wife's face as she fed him his juices.
"How was the water?" she asked.
"Perfect."
They swam after that. They kissed a little in the water. Then Callie departed and swam towards Gavin's bungalow. They fucked again. She returned once more and Corbin cleaned her pussy once more.
Afterwards they all watched the sunset on the beach. They had dinner as a trio and then Gavin and Callie held hands as they walked down the dock and back towards the bungalows with Corbin trailing behind.
At the intersection between their bungalows, Callie stopped and stepped closer to Gavin. She looked at Corbin and said, "I'll sleep with you tonight, my love, but I want Gavin to make love to me before I do. I'll see you in a little while."
Corbin watched his wife and her boyfriend walk down the smaller dock towards their bungalow. He watched them disappear inside and he was tempted to follow to try and listen or catch a glimpse of them making love. He didn't, of course. Instead, he went back to his bed and pulled out a book. He read for nearly two hours, though he found himself re-reading several pages as his mind drifted.
Callie showed up with a smile on her face. She crawled into bed and sat on Corbin's face. She lowered her pussy to his mouth and he pushed his tongue inside her. It wasn't often that he cleaned his wife in that manner, but Corbin always enjoyed the sense of submission that coursed through him as Callie quite literally fed him another man's cum.
Afterwards, she pulled her hips back, lowered Corbin's shorts, and took his cock inside her. There was no sex, though. There was simply penetration. There was simply Corbin's cock bathing in what remained of another man's cum and his wife's hot juices. They kissed as Callie held him inside her for nearly ten minutes. She shared the details of her sex with Gavin. She talked of how lucky she was to be with a man that could fuck her three times in one day and not seem the slightest bit exhausted by it. She talked of how she planned on having an astonishing amount of sex with Gavin on their vacation, of how she was surprised at how urgent her need for him seemed to be. She mentioned again how happy it made her that Corbin had been willing to invite her boyfriend on a trip meant to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
They fell asleep soon after. Corbin woke up alone the next morning. He parted the gauzy bed curtains in search of his wife, but he knew where she was. He knew she was in her boyfriend's arms, that his cock was either inside her, about to make its way inside her, or had already enjoyed and filled her pussy.
Corbin was awake for no more than fifteen minutes when Callie returned to the bungalow. She was, as always, glowing. She had on a pair of white shorts, a tank top, and flip flops. It was all on the floor mere moments after entering the room.
"Good morning," she said.
"You look spectacular."
"I brought you breakfast. I hope you're hungry."
"Always."
Callie climbed into their bed and kissed him. She rolled onto her back and they kissed again. Corbin's lips made their way down her body, showering every inch of her with attention. She moaned and giggled and delighted in his affection.
As he settled between her thighs, Callie said, "You've surpassed my expectations, you know."
He kissed one leg and turned his head to the other, offering another kiss before asking, "You mean on this trip?"
She shook her head. "No. Since my ultimatum. Since I told you that you needed to change or our marriage would likely be over. Since I told you that I was going to start dating another man, that I was going to start putting my needs first after years of neglect on your part. I thought you'd make some changes, but I honestly never imagined you'd become an entirely different man, Corbin. I never imagined you actually supporting my relationship with Gavin. I never imagined you going out of your way to help me fall in love with another man. I never could have imagined you eagerly cleaning that man's cum out of me on a regular basis, and yet all of that has happened."
Corbin pushed his tongue inside her and collected a thick dollop of Gavin's cum. It slid down his throat soon after. For just a moment Corbin considered that he'd likely swallowed more cum than almost any straight man ever had and then he considered that the volume would only increase, that his wife and Gavin didn't seem likely to break up anytime soon. It was both enthralling and more than a little frightening to consider that he'd become a very different man than he'd ever imagined.
"If I'm being honest, I thought there was a very real chance I'd divorce you," Callie shared, sending a shockwave through Corbin's body. It shouldn't have, though. When she'd informed him that she'd be going on a date with another man, Callie had been remarkably angry, and with good reason. Corbin really had been neglectful. Most women would have filed for divorce or started cheating. Callie had taken a different route in announcing her intention to cheat, in a manner of speaking. Corbin had taken a different route than almost any other man would have and he'd discovered a version of himself that found stunning satisfaction in being married to a woman that dated, fucked, and fell in love with another man.
"How do you feel now?" Corbin asked as he swallowed more of Gavin's cum from his wife's pussy. "I mean, are you still considering divorce?"
She shook her head. "No. Not even remotely. I am considering the challenges of being in love with two men, though. I'm not sure if that's something that can work in a long term way, but I want you to know that you're the one I'll always be with, Corbin, assuming you remain the kind of man you've become since Christmas."
Corbin felt a rush of love and happiness directed at his wife. He felt a deep sense of devotion work its way to the surface, too, and plunged his tongue inside her once more to show his love, his devotion, his dedication to her.
He swallowed the cum he'd found, kissed her clit, and said, "I will always remain devoted to your happiness, Callie. I wasn't that way for a long time and I regret that, but now it's all I want. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I will help you on whatever journey you decide to take with Gavin, even if that means more changes to our life. I will help you find a new boyfriend if you and Gavin decide to break up."
As Corbin's tongue once again ventured inside his wife, Callie smiled and said, "On the night of our actual anniversary - two nights from now - you're going to watch Gavin and I make love in this bed. You'll clean me while he and I cuddle afterwards. You'll watch as I stroke and suck him until he's hard for another round. You'll watch him make love to me again on our anniversary. You'll clean me again. You will not be permitted to have sex with me on our anniversary, as hard as that might be. Think of it as one final punishment for how neglectful you were for years. You will also sleep on that little couch while Gavin and I sleep in our bed. The next morning, he will take me to his bungalow. He will make love to me. We will order breakfast delivered to the room. We'll eat it together. We'll swim. He'll make love to me again. Then I'll come back to you and you can tend to my pussy, which will be quite sore by then."
Corbin shifted in the bed to alleviate the pain caused by his erection pressing into the mattress. He felt angst at the idea of another man making love to his wife on their anniversary, and yet intense arousal competed alongside that unpleasant sensation.
"I love you, Callie," he said. "I love you madly. I really do."
"Come here."
He crawled forward. They kissed. She rolled him onto his back, lowered his underwear, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "After this trip, Gavin and I are going to spend more time together," she whispered while stroking him. "He's going to start spending a night or two at our house, in our bed. I'm going to spend at least one night a week at his place. He wants more time with me and to be honest, I want more time with him. I love him, Corbin. I'm in love with him and I want him constantly, so I'm going to have him more often, I'm going to let him have me more often. I expect you to be good, to do what you can to make Gavin's time in our home as good for him as it can be."
Corbin closed his eyes as the arousal slowly drowned out the angst he felt. Callie had affirmed her unyielding love for him just a handful of minutes ago - ensuring Corbin that she would always choose him if it came to a choice - but that didn't stop him from worrying about the implication of Gavin taking an even bigger role in her life. The thought appealed to him, though, as evidenced by the intense pleasure offered by the handjob she was giving him.
"Can I cum?" he asked. "Can I cum while I think about you spending nights in our bed with your boyfriend."
"Of course you can...then I'll feed you your load."
Corbin came soon after. It was a full body orgasm. The kind that left him tingling all over and feeling exhausted and ready for a nap. It was the kind of orgasm he'd only started having after his wife found a boyfriend. It was also the kind of orgasm he wanted to keep having for the rest of his life.
Callie fed him his cum slowly, scooping it up with her fingers and gently pushing it into Corbin's mouth. He ate it with a smile and told his wife he loved her as often as he could.
When he'd finished cleaning his mess, Callie rested her head on Corbin's chest and said, "I love you, Corbin. I will always love you. I now know that I will love other men, too, but you will always be the central man in my life."
Corbin pulled her a little closer and smiled. He understood that Callie would leave him if he reverted to being a selfish man, but he had no intention of doing so. He would be the devoted, adoring husband she needed. He would support her relationship with Gavin and any other man she dated. He would clean Gavin's cum from her pussy and connect with her while doing so. He would surrender his spot in the marital bed for Gavin. He would plan romantic weekend getaways for his wife and her boyfriend.
Corbin knew it would be difficult, but he truly wanted nothing more than to be the husband his wife needed.
