Becca Bellamy
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It's Too Late Now
🕑 Added 2024-01-15 05:00:03 +0000 UTCAbigail slipped her foot into the bunched up fishnet stocking and slowly pulled it up her leg as Graham watched with an increasing sense of anxiety. She did the same with her other leg and stood to step into the strappy black high heels she’d set out in front of her.
“Abigail, can we talk?” Graham asked as he stood in the bedroom doorway.
“How do I look?” Abigail asked as she turned to her husband and modeled the lingerie she’d bought that afternoon.
“You look stunning. You always look stunning when Andrew is coming over,” Graham said with an unintended hint of annoyance in his voice.
Abigail turned back to the mirror and smiled as she pulled her long blonde hair to one side and studied the look.
“Is it wrong of me to want to look good for my boyfriend?” Abigail asked. “Isn’t a woman supposed to want to look good for her boyfriend? Didn’t you like it when I’d put in this kind of effort back when we were dating?”
“Yes,” Graham said. “I did. Of course I did. You looked amazing back then, just like you do now.”
Abigail pulled her hair back and turned to her side, seemingly trying to judge if a ponytail was the right hair style for her evening encounter with her boyfriend.
“And didn’t it make the sex better when I got all dolled up for you? Didn’t it make you want to fuck me even more when I’d come out all dressed up in something that I knew you’d love?” she asked.
Graham thought back to the early days of their relationship. It was more than a decade ago but he could still remember some of the lingerie she’d worn for him and the intensely pleasurable sex they’d had back then.
“Yes, it did. I’d be insane to try and claim otherwise. The sex was definitely better when you’d get dressed up for me,” he admitted.
Abigail pulled her hair into a bun and turned both ways to study the look as Graham found his sense of frustration rising. It was like she knew what he wanted to talk about and was intent on ignoring him and hoping he’d go away.
“Then why did you get a little bit pissy about me dressing in lingerie for Andrew?” she asked.
Graham looked down and took a deep breath. He knew he’d sounded annoyed earlier. He’d regretted it the moment he’d let his frustration get the better of him. His wife was doing what she’d done for Andrew ever since she started sleeping with him.
“Abigail, I know you’re getting ready to see Andrew, but I need to talk to you,” Graham said.
She frowned playfully and grabbed her black satin dressing down from the hook on the bathroom door and put it on.
“I’m pretty sure you want to have a serious conversation,” she said as he gave her a quizzical look, “and I’d feel stupid doing that in lingerie.”
Abigail sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her, urging Graham to sit down. He stepped into the bedroom, sat next to his wife as she suggested, and clasped his hands as he tried to find the right way to verbalize his feelings.
The simple approach won out. “I want you to stop seeing Andrew,” he said.
Graham gave it a few seconds before he looked up at Abigail. The look on her face told him she wasn’t particularly amused.
“Why?” she asked, though he didn’t hear the anger he’d expected in her voice.
“Because…because I’m not enjoying it anymore,” he said. “Because I feel more anxiety than I do pleasure these days. Because you having sex with someone else was supposed to benefit both of us and I don’t really feel like that’s happening anymore.”
Abigail subtly leaned away from Graham and he was quite certain he saw a flash of anger as she processed what he’d shared.
“You asked for this,” she said. “You asked me to fuck someone else. Those were your words. You said it was your biggest fantasy. You said you thought about it all the time. You said you’d been masturbating to the idea of it for years. Now, four months after I made your fantasy come to life you suddenly want to stop because it’s not good for you anymore? Is that right?”
Graham nodded, though he already wondered if he’d made a mistake in bringing it up.
“Let me ask you something, Graham. Did you think about me at all before deciding that I had to stop seeing Andrew? Did you consider whether I’d want to stop seeing him?” Abigail asked.
“I…well…I figured you wouldn’t have a problem with it.”
Abigail stood up and paced back and forth before spinning towards Graham and saying, “So the answer is no. You didn’t think about it. Right? You just thought about yourself.”
Graham looked at his wife but he didn’t have an answer for her.
“You weren’t thinking about me when you told me about your fantasy, either. You were thinking about yourself then. You were thinking that you’d find it really hot if I fucked someone else. Do you remember that? Do you remember how you never even mentioned me or my pleasure? Do you remember that, Graham?” Abigail said in a raised, strained voice.
Graham hadn’t thought of it that way, but he couldn’t argue with her. He’d assumed Abigail would enjoy having sex with someone else, but he’d never really thought about it.
“But you love having sex with Andrew,” Graham said, though he knew it wasn’t exactly a fair response to what she’d said.
“That’s not the point, Graham, and you know it,” Abigail shot back.
“Then what’s the point?” he said in a far louder voice than he’d intended.
“The point is that you’re selfish, Graham. Even when you were asking me to fuck someone else you were being selfish. Now, you’re being selfish by asking me to stop seeing Andrew because all of a sudden it bothers you that I’m having great sex with another man,” Abigail yelled.
Graham’s voice was far calmer as he said, “It does bother me, though. I don’t know why. I don’t know what happened, but something changed. It’s not as fun as it used to be.”
Abigail stood in front of Graham and crossed her arms. The angry look she wore eventually washed away and seemed to be replaced by something a lot closer to sympathy.
“I know what happened,” Abigail said.
“Really? Because I’d love to hear it,” Graham said as a sense of overpowering emotion filled his body.
Abigail dropped her arms to her sides, took a few steps closer, and reached out to run her fingers through Graham’s hair before she rubbed the back of his neck.
“My relationship with Andrew changed. I went from being his fuck buddy to being his girlfriend. We went from meeting a few times a week for sex to going on dates and spending the night together. You never stopped being a cuckold, but I went a little deeper into being a hotwife,” she said.
Her touch felt deeply soothing and every word she said struck Graham as the absolute truth. He wasn’t sure why hadn’t considered that notion, but of course that was the truth.
“So you’ll stop seeing him?” Graham asked.
“No,” Abigail said as she stepped back again. “I will not stop seeing Andrew. I’m going to continue seeing him. I’m going to continue being his girlfriend. In fact, he invited me to go with him to a friend’s wedding next month and I’m going to say yes. I’m going to let him introduce me to his friends as his girlfriend.”
Graham’s heart pounded in his chest. It felt like he was losing his wife.
“But, Abigail, please,” he said, knowing full well how feeble it must have sounded.
“You don’t get to control this, Graham. You set this in motion when you asked me to fuck someone else. You invited another man into our marriage, not me. You’re responsible for Andrew’s presence in our life. There were no rules. You told me to do whatever felt good. It feels good to be Andrew’s girlfriend, so that’s what I’m going to do,” Abigail said.
“Abigail, I don’t want to lose you,” Graham said as he stared into his wife’s eyes. He felt so much emotion well up in him that it threatened to spill from his tear ducts. “I’m absolutely terrified I’m going to lose you.”
Abigail’s face softened as she stepped closer. Graham looked up at his wife as she leaned down and kissed him softly.
“Graham, honey, you’re not going to lose me,” she said. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I knew you were the man I wanted to marry after our second date. The one thing you don’t have to worry about is losing me.”
“But, you have a boyfriend,” Graham said. “And you really seem to like spending time with him. I mean, it seems like you’re falling in love with him.”
“I am,” Abigail said. “It’s different, though. It’s the kind of love that happens when you connect with someone on a deeply physical level. It’s the kind of love that comes from your bodies demanding that you spend as much time together as possible. It’s also the kind of love that will burn out eventually.”
Abigail stepped back and untied her dressing gown, letting it fall open to reveal the black lace bodysuit and fishnets she’d put on for Andrew. Her hands moved over the lingerie and down the soft flesh of her thighs.
“Andrew solved the one glaring problem in our marriage and my body fell in love with him,” Abigail said.
Graham knew it was a risk to ask, but he had to. “The one glaring problem?”
“Our sex life, Graham. Or, more appropriately, my side of our sex life. Andrew’s introduction to our relationship ensured that I finally got to enjoy great sex,” Abigail explained.
“Was it really that bad with me?” Graham asked.
“I said I’d always loved you, Graham, but I didn’t say you were perfect. As it turns out, you’re not a great lover. You’re a little bit selfish – as we’ve discussed here – and, well, you’ve seen that there’s quite a difference between you and Andrew,” Abigail said.
Despite the sense of anguish he’d felt just a few minutes earlier, Graham couldn’t keep out the arousal that seemed determined to break through. There was a reason he’d wanted his wife to cuckold him, after all.
Abigail slipped the dressing down off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She stepped between Graham’s legs and took his head in her hands before pulling it to her chest. He instinctively kissed the soft space between her breasts as she ran her fingers down his back.
“You have become more generous with your tongue since I started seeing Andrew,” Abigail said. “Though I suppose that’s because you’re a cuckold and you like licking your wife’s pussy after another man has been inside her.”
Graham moaned and kissed Abigail’s breasts through the thin material of her lingerie. She was right. He loved going down on her after Andrew had fucked her.
“You love to taste my pussy after I cum on Andrew’s cock, don’t you?” she asked.
“I do,” Graham answered.
“And I love it too,” she said. “I love that you’re a cuckold, Graham. I do. I love that I get to enjoy Andrew’s big, beautiful cock and his hard, muscular body. I love that I get to enjoy his relentless stamina and his exceptional skill. I love that I get to enjoy the best orgasms of my life when his big, beautiful cock is fucking me. I love that you’re turned on by that fact.”
Abigail stepped back and looked between Graham’s legs. She smiled at the obvious erection he was sporting. He felt a little embarrassed that he couldn’t help but get hard, but she was right. He was immensely aroused at the notion of her having great sex with Andrew.
“Take your clothes off,” she demanded.
Graham stood and stripped as his wife waited. He stared at her breathtaking body in the sexy lingerie she’d picked out.
“You really do look incredible,” he said.
“I know,” Abigail replied as Graham tossed his pants and underwear aside and pulled his t-shirt off. “I look incredible for Andrew. I dress up for him because he fucks me like no man ever has when I see him. I dress up for him because he fucks me so much better than you ever have.”
Abigail reached out and wrapped her fingers around Graham’s stiff cock. She stroked him slowly and he couldn’t stifle the moan of pleasure that escaped his lips.
“I do have feelings for Andrew. I don’t know if I’m in love with him or falling in love with him and I don’t care. It feels good. It feels great, even. It’s what I want and I’m going to keep seeing him and there will be no arguments about that. This is your life now, Graham. You’re a cuckold. You don’t get to control me. You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body. You lost any opinion on the matter when you asked me to give it to another man. Do you understand?” she asked.
“I do,” Graham said.
“I’m not going to leave you. I love you and I always will. I will probably love other men as our marriage continues. Andrew is just the first and he almost certainly won’t be the last. I’m a hotwife now. You set me free and I’m going to pursue my pleasure as I see fit. I’m going to make sure that you’re taken care of too. Don’t you worry. You’re going to have the orgasms you crave. You’re going to cum harder than you’ve ever cum before. You’re going to be the cuckold you always fantasized about being.”
Abigail pulled Graham closer. His cock slid between her legs and rubbed against the soft material that covered her pussy. She kissed him and her tongue pushed deep into his mouth.
“You’re my cuckold,” she whispered. “And I’m going to take care of you. I’ve had enough of you trying to make decisions for me, though. You’re going to listen to me from now on and I’m going to ensure that you are very well taken care of. Do you understand?”
Graham nodded and she kissed him again.
“Good, because I’ve also decided that Andrew and I will be having unprotected sex from now on. He just tested clean and I’m on birth control now so we’re free to fuck without using bothersome condoms anymore,” she said.
The news hit Graham like a ton of bricks.
“No, I didn’t consult you on this. I don’t need to do that anymore. It’s my body, Graham, and I’ll do with it as I please. I’ve decided that I’m going to let Andrew cum inside me,” Abigail informed him as she stroked his cock.
Graham didn’t even pretend to be mad. There was no point. He wasn’t angry with her. He was immensely aroused.
“Do you know what that means?” Abigail asked.
He knew what it meant. He couldn’t bring himself to say it though.
“It means you’re going to start cleaning creampies,” Abigail said. “You’re going to start licking Andrew’s cum out of me. You’re going to be a cum eating cuckold.”
Graham’s cock throbbed in his wife’s hand. His balls tightened against his body. She released his cock just before he unleashed his load.
“You’ll be cleaning your first creampie tonight,” she said. “And you won’t be cumming until after you’ve done your job. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Graham said.
“Good. Now I’d like to finish getting ready for Andrew, so please go make sure the rest of the house is clean for our guest,” she said.
“Okay,” Graham said as he picked up his clothes and got dressed with a giddy smile on his face. It was a little embarrassing to be so excited about eating another man’s creampie from his wife, but he couldn’t help it.
“You’re a cuckold, Graham,” Abigail said. “Being anxious is part of it. You have to learn to deal with that, because you’re going to be a cuckold as long as we’re married and I have no intention of leaving you.”
Graham smiled at his wife and she pulled him into a warm hug. “Thank you,” he said.
“You can thank me later when you have a bellyful of Andrew’s cum and that giddy, post-orgasmic smile on your face,” she replied.
The mere mention of it was enough to excite him. “I will,” he said.
“Good. Now get out of here while I finish getting ready to enjoy my boyfriend’s big cock,” Abigail said.
“I love you,” Graham said.
Abigail flashed a smile and said, “I love you too, cuckold.”
Graham left the bedroom feeling confident in his status as a cuckold. Abigail wasn’t going to leave him. Their marriage had unquestionably changed, but maybe it was for the better.
