Becca Bellamy
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Birth of a Hotwife - Part 6
🕑 Added 2024-01-13 06:35:21 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Before I became a hotwife it would be fair to say that I had a casual relationship with fitness. I ate well, went for walks almost daily, and occasionally went for a jog, but I never really took it seriously. I looked good in the way a woman can still look really good even if she doesn't work out all that often, but there was something about becoming a hotwife that made me want to take working out a great deal more seriously.
So, I got after it. I started running. I started bodyweight resistance exercises. I got a gym membership, though that only lasted a month. I'm not entirely sure why, but it just wasn't for me.
Instead, I developed a routine of going to the park that's a relatively short drive from our house. This park is a little different than most in that the city made an effort to craft a running path around it and they installed several stations meant for bodyweight exercises. There were spots for pull-ups, dips, sit-ups, that sort of thing. It proved quite popular for the more fitness-minded citizens and I thoroughly enjoyed running with stops for a set of pull-ups and push-ups. By the end I'd be a sweaty mess with sore muscles and it was really quite fantastic.
It made a difference, too. After just a few months my body was noticeably fitter. Tighter, really. I didn't get super muscular or anything, but I absolutely looked better. I felt better, too, and I'm certain it made sex with Jared better. There's no question a fitter woman can take a harder pounding from her bull, and that it actually feels better to take a harder pounding.
There was also the lovely bonus of the flirting that happened while I worked out. At some point - when I got a great deal more confident, I think - I started leaving my engagement ring and wedding band at home, which significantly increased the volume of flirtation.
For most married women, it probably would have been an annoyance to be tired and sweaty and have men come up to flirt. I almost never felt that way. Every once in a while a guy would severely overestimate his attractiveness and take a shot at flirting, but most of the guys that came up to me were fit and good-looking and there's nothing wrong with that.
It's worth mentioning that about a month into cuckolding Russell my sex drive spiked. I don't know if I'd just gotten more comfortable with the whole thing or all the good sex with Jared and the orgasms from Russell's tongue had led to a wild release of hormones, but I'd reached a place where I was almost always in the mood for sex.
That's where Cole comes in. I met him while working out. I was doing pull-ups, actually. I saw him watching. He was sweaty, breathing heavily, and standing there with his hands on his hips.
"You're up," I said as I set my feet on the ground and let go of the bar.
"What?" he asked.
"I assume you're waiting to do a set of pull-ups," I replied with a smile. "Unless of course you were just standing there checking me out."
He laughed. "Well, if I'm being honest, I had no intention of doing any pull-ups. I was just taking a break, in fact, and it just so happened that I took a break at a spot with a particularly good view."
He was good looking. Really good looking, in fact, and he was in exceptionally good shape. He was wearing a tank top and doing so with well-earned confidence as he possessed a pair of arms that had clearly been thoroughly worked out. They were the sort of arms that lead a woman to make bad decisions, as there's something primal about having a man like that on top of you, about running your hands over his muscular arms as he slides his cock into you, as he fucks you in search of his pleasure and in the hope of providing you with the pleasure you crave.
"The view's not so bad from here, either," I said.
That took him by surprise, but I suppose most women aren't all that aggressive when it comes to flirting. There was something about him, though. Something I found utterly irresistible despite the fact that he was covered in sweat.
"I'm Natalie, by the way, but you can call me Nat," I added.
He approached, extended his hand, and said, "I'm Cole."
As we shook, I pondered if I wanted to fuck Cole. I was certain he'd be more than happy to fuck me right then and there if it's what I wanted. We women are lucky in that way, as men are often so desperate to get laid that we can make it happen without much effort.
"It's nice to meet you, Cole," I said before moving to where he'd been standing and added, "Now, I think it's only fair that I get to watch you do a few pull-ups."
He smiled, stepped under the bar, and reached up to grab it. He tucked his feet and ripped off a set of ten pull-ups with what seemed to be almost no effort. I'm not unlike most women in that a display of strength can be quite impressive and more than a little arousing, and the fact that I got to enjoy the view of his arms as he worked through the pull-ups only made it more arousing.
"Very impressive," I said when he finished.
He looked just a little bashful before smiling. "Thanks."
I approached, reached out, and ran my hand over one of his arms. His muscles were taut after the pull-ups and there was something genuinely arousing about touching him.
"How would you feel if I kissed you?" I asked.
He opened his mouth to answer but he didn't get a word out. My lips found his and his hands immediately moved to my waist. He pulled me close and I happily pressed my body against his. I opened my mouth and his tongue found mine. I moaned and his hands moved to the top of my ass before he squeezed it through the thin, smooth material of my leggings. I felt his cock grow and press into my stomach as the kiss deepened alongside my desire.
"Wow," he said softly as our lips remained close after the kiss.
"Yeah. That was good, wasn't it?" I asked.
"Better than good."
He kissed me again. This time he grabbed two strong handfuls of my ass and squeezed hard. I leapt up and wrapped my legs around him. He supported me with ease and kept his grip on my ass as I felt his now-stiff cock press into my crotch. My pussy tingled with desire and I was unquestionably wet.
"How would you feel about fucking me, Cole?" I asked.
He smiled. "I can't imagine anything I'd enjoy more."
And so he fucked me. With great skill. Twice.
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"You look happy," Russell said as I stepped into the living room. "Good workout?"
I smiled. "I got fucked."
There's nothing quite like telling your cuckold that you just got fucked. The look on his face is perfect, and then his eyes wander over my body as he searches for some sort of visual confirmation that another man has been inside me. If my leggings hadn't been navy blue he would have been a wet spot between my legs. Not because Cole came inside me - I'm not insane - but because my pussy was completely and utterly soaked.
"You saw Jared?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I fucked someone new. Someone I met while working out. Someone I wanted from the moment I laid eyes on him. Someone I'd never met before. It's the first time in my life I've had sex like that and it was incredible."
Russell stood and rushed towards me. He stopped just short of pressing his body against mine and reached out to run his fingers over my hip. I watched his hand shake a little, no doubt from the excitement.
"His name is Cole," I said. "He fucked me exceptionally well. Twice, in fact, which is why I was gone for so long."
Russell's fingers moved between my legs and he pressed against my pussy. I moaned softly and watched a bulge form in his jeans.
"That wetness you can feel, that's because I was so turned on, because he fucked me so good, because my pussy is still so wet," I said.
I reached out and caressed Russell's dick, quickly bringing him to a fully erect state and eliciting a handful of moans from my cuckold husband.
"Do you like that I fucked someone new?" I asked. "That I fucked a man I'd only just met?"
Russell nodded.
"I'll never go back, Russell," I said. "Today settled it for me. It's not just that I found a perfect fuck buddy in Jared. There are lots of men out there that can fuck me like I need to be fucked. More than that, though, it's such a turn on knowing that I can have anyone I want while my husband stays loyal to me."
He felt hard as a rock, a notion that I very much enjoyed.
"And the fact that you're turned on makes me very happy," I added. "Because it means you don't mind if I act a little slutty from time to time. Do you?"
He shook his head.
"Would you like to hear the details?"
"More than anything," Russell said.
I took his hand, turned, and led him to the bedroom. I took off his shirt and kissed his neck and chest while pushing his pants to his ankles. He leaned in to kiss me and I said, "I had his cock in my mouth. Twice, actually. Are you sure you want to kiss me after I had another man's cock in my mouth, baby?"
He kissed me. Of course he did. Hearing that I'd sucked Cole's cock deepened his desire to feel my tongue in his mouth. As we kissed I freed his cock from his underwear and he moaned as I stroked him, much to my delight.
"He was a lot bigger than you," I whispered. "Longer and thicker. My jaw got a little sore as I sucked his dick, but there's something so arousing about giving head to a man with a cock like that."
Russell moaned like he was on the verge of an orgasm so I released his cock and pushed him into the bed. I took off my sports bra but kept my leggings on as I crawled on top of him and straddled his upper thighs.
"I met him in the park. We fooled around a little. Kissing. Groping. He played with my tits a little. Then we went to his car. We kissed. He played with my tits again and managed to get a hand down the front of my leggings to finger me. I think he liked how wet I was for him, Russell. I think he liked how turned on I was at the idea of getting fucked by him," I said as I ran my hands over his crotch.
"Where did you fuck?" he asked.
"Patience," I replied with a smile. "Before we fucked, I sucked his cock. In his car, actually. He got behind the wheel but I told him not to start it. I told him I wanted him in my mouth. I freed his dick. I bent over. I gave him a blowjob in the parking lot, baby. I sucked another man's cock right there. I couldn't help myself. Plus, if I'm being honest, I wanted to see if he'd act like a controlling asshole and try and push my head down on his dick. He didn't, though. He just let me work him over and soon enough I had him moaning wildly. When he touched me, he ran his hand down my back, slipped his fingers into my leggings, and fingered me. He gave me pleasure while I pleasured him, baby, so I told him to take me home."
"Did you suck his cock while he drove?" he asked.
I nodded. "I couldn't help myself. I didn't go crazy, but the truth is, I get really turned on blowing men like Cole and Jared."
"Men...men like them?" Russell asked.
I smiled. "Strong. Confident. Sexy. Well-hung. Alpha male types, baby. I'm probably not alone in that. As it turns out, there's something really hot about giving head to that kind of guy."
I was sort of implying that Russell wasn't that kind of guy, but that also happened to be the truth. I love my husband deeply, but I wouldn't call him an alpha male and I wouldn't want him to be, either. I'm clearly the kind of woman that needs to be married to a man that leans towards being a beta male. As it turned out, though, Russell seemed quite thrilled at the idea of not being that kind of man, at least based on how he was moaning and how much precum he was producing.
"He took me right to his bedroom when we got to his house," I continued. "We stripped each other naked and he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. I've never seen a guy dress his dick faster. He picked me up, put me in his bed, and crawled on top of me."
In that moment I felt like I was on my back again in Cole's bed. I saw him on top of him. I felt myself reach up to caress his arms and he guided his cock inside me. I heard myself telling him to fuck me hard.
"He fucked me hard, baby. He fucked me so hard," I said as I took Russell’s cock in my hand and stroked him slowly, mostly avoiding the head but for a little bit of teasing. "I couldn't stop touching his body. My hands were all over his muscular arms and his hard chest and his incredible ass. It was such a turn on to get fucked by a man like that, by someone so powerful and in such good shape. I came so fucking hard, Russell. I came so fucking hard all over that big cock of his."
The head of Russell's cock swelled up and a big drop of precum appeared at the tip. I licked it up, crawled forward, and kissed my cuckold husband. I fed him the sweetness of his precum and gently rubbed my ass against his dick, offering him the pleasure of the smooth, soft material of my leggings against his stiffness.
"After I came, I had Cole get on his back. I straddled him. I took him inside me. I put my hands on his muscular chest and I rode him, baby. I rode him like a good girl. I rode him to make him cum. I rode him until we came together, in fact. I loved watching his face as he came with his cock buried deep in my tight, wet pussy. I loved how good I was making him feel. And of course I loved how fucking hard I came on his dick," I said.
I rolled off of Russell, lifted my hips, and pulled my leggings off. He looked down to get a view of my pussy but there was no need to strain as I straddled his chest, leaned back, and gave him a good view.
"How does it look?" I asked.
"Like you've been fucked," Russell replied with a smile. "It looks perfect."
I reached down and gently rubbed my swollen labia as Russell stared. "Would you like to taste it? Would you like to taste the pussy that Cole fucked?"
"Yes, please," he said.
I slid my hips forward and dropped my pussy onto his face. His eyes went wide with delight and he pushed his tongue inside me. I couldn't feel much, if I'm being honest, but I didn't need to feel much in that moment. I wanted to give Russell what he craved. I wanted to thrill him, to arouse him, to bathe him in the taste of my pussy after another man had fucked me twice.
"We got a drink of water - without any clothes on - after the first round. We got to know each other a little bit, too, and it turns out that he's quite a likeable guy," I explained. "He's actually a personal trainer - which would explain the body - and a few months removed from the breakup of a serious relationship. I'm the first woman he's fucked since they broke up, actually, and he was quite gracious in thanking me for helping to pull him out of a bit of a funk. As it turns out, Russell, my pussy healed some of Cole's emotional pain."
By that point I'd started riding Russell's face and the pleasure of grinding my clit against his lips, chin, and even his nose proved to be quite lovely.
"We ended up chatting - still naked, which was fun - on his couch and at some point his cock ended up in my mouth again. At first I was on my knees on the couch with my head bobbing up and down in his lap and then I moved to my knees in front of him. Honestly, I wanted to look up at him as I sucked his dick. I wanted to look in his eyes as I gave him pleasure and it was kind of intoxicating. I ended up fingering myself as I gave him head, though it wasn't really necessary as I was already plenty worked up and eager to get fucked again," I said.
I was pretty close to cumming on Russell's face, but I figured he deserved the ultimate pleasure, so I slid my pussy down his chest and stomach - leaving a trail of wetness in the process - and took him inside me.
"I got up and told him to stay on the couch. I went to his bedroom and got a condom. I came back, opened it up, and rolled it down his cock. I straddled him, took him inside me, and rode him slowly as we kissed. His hands moved up and down my back. He squeezed my ass. He sucked on my tits. He played with them. We were connected while he was deep inside my pussy and it felt so fucking good, Russell. It was the opposite of the wild, frenetic pussy pounding I'd taken in his bed. It was slow and beautiful and passionate and I came so fucking hard that my fingers went numb for a few seconds," I explained.
Russell was close. Really close. I was riding him slowly and he was still close to unloading inside me.
"And of course he came too," I said before leaning down to kiss his neck. "Cole came while his cock was buried in your wife's pussy, Russell. The pussy you're enjoying right now made another man cum twice today. A man with a gorgeous, muscular body and a big cock."
"Bigger than mine?" he asked.
"Much bigger than yours," I replied. "His cock was much bigger than yours and he made me cum so fucking hard."
Russell came. He came hard. I managed to cum, too. It was an exceptionally good orgasm. Not quite as good as the two Cole had given me, but it's awfully hard for a cuckold to compete with the thrill of fucking a new man.
"Was that good, baby?" I asked between soft kisses against his neck.
"It was incredible, Nat," he said. "Thank you. Fuck, you're amazing."
I smiled, sat up, and rested my hands on his chest. "You're amazing, too, Russell. I wouldn't get to have this kind of fun if you weren't on board with it."
"I'll always be on board with it," he said. "I really will, Nat. It's so fucking hot. I just...it's just so fucking hot."
A hotwife needs a good cuckold and it turns out that I've got a great one, which means I'm a very lucky woman.
Stumbling onto Cole was a stroke of good fortune, too, as there's nothing quite like getting fucked by a personal trainer. Perhaps I'll share more about that next time.
