Becca Bellamy
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Birth of a Hotwife - Part 7
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 04:07:51 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
As you might remember from last time, I met a personal trainer. His name is Cole. We met in the park and fucked soon after. It was the first time since the start of my hotwifing journey that I'd fucked someone so soon after meeting them. It was exquisite, though.
It wasn't a one time thing. It kept up. For a short span of time, Cole occupied a significant percentage of my mental energy. That's what happens when you're getting fucked really, really well, though. That's what happens when you have orgasms that are far and away the best of your life. There's no choice but to think constantly about the man giving you those orgasms. Your mind will literally not let you think of anything else for an extended period of time.
Well, at least my mind wouldn't let me.
I thought of my husband, too. Of course I did. I'm not a monster. I didn't think of him fucking me, but I thought of giving him what he wanted, which was to be a cuckold. Thankfully, that was remarkably easy to do given that I was fucking Cole multiple times a week.
After the first time after our meeting at the park, it was three days before I texted Cole. Half an hour later I was at his place. Half an hour after that his cock was inside me. I spent two hours with him. I was naked the entire time. He fucked me three times in that span and I had him in my mouth twice. He went down on me, too, and proved that he's quite adept with his tongue. When we weren't fucking we were talking, which again proved far more compelling than I thought it might.
When I got home I sat on Russell's face and let him eat my pussy while he masturbated. I gave him the details of the sex I'd had with Cole. He didn't last very long - of course he didn't - and I found myself feeling quite thrilled at the idea that my husband could cum so quickly while hearing about the great sex I was having with another man. He'd cum quickly when I'd told him about the fun I'd had with Jared - my first bull - but he was cumming quicker with talk about Cole.
The sex was better with Cole - a fact I was quite clear about - and I wondered if that made it better for Russell. Did he enjoy it more because another man was making me cum even harder than Jared had? Was he getting off so quickly - and having such great orgasms - because I was now having the best sex of my life and I was having that sex outside our marriage?
Russell confirmed that he loved that the sex was so good for me, that it turned him on like nothing else to hear me talk about how good Cole fucked me and about how deeply satisfied I was after seeing him. The quality of the sex also seemed to make it even more pleasurable for Russell to eat my pussy after Cole had been inside me, and I'd quickly grown to love feeling my husband make love to my pussy with his tongue after another man has had his way with me.
Cole couldn't even wait 24 hours before texting me again. I was at work. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me. He didn't ask to fuck me - he knew I was at work - but he said he wanted to let me know that I was on his mind.
I told him that I was just about to go on a lunch break and that I'd love to spend my lunch with his cock inside me. I was at his place twenty minutes later. His cock was in my mouth no more than a minute after I walked in the house. I gave him a longer blowjob than I needed to, but my pussy dripped the entire time. It honestly felt good to have him in my mouth, to pleasure him, to look up at him and see the absolute wonder and desire in his eyes as a married woman sucked his cock so voraciously.
While I was blowing him, Cole noted that it turned him on to see my engagement ring. The hand wearing it was wrapped around his dick and moving up and down his shaft in time with my mouth. The diamond probably sparkled as it moved. It probably served as this intensely arousing reminder that another man's wife was on her knees in front of Cole, that I was sucking his cock on my lunch break because he fucked me so much better than my husband that I couldn't resist him, that I wanted him again less than 24 hours after he'd fucked me to multiple orgasms.
He fucked me to two orgasms in the span of five minutes. We did it on his couch. I was on my back. He was between my legs. His cock - which was dressed in a condom - pounded me. I ran my fingers over his exquisite biceps and his muscular chest and I swear to you I came harder because I was being fucked by a man with a gorgeous, near perfect body. It made the sex better. It made me cum harder.
It wasn't long - a week and a half after our first time - that Cole offered his personal training services. Free of charge, of course. I took him up on the offer. I was more than happy to get in great shape while having lots of great sex, and I can tell you from experience that it was easy to push myself when I knew that my gorgeous personal trainer was going to give my pussy a workout after we'd finished our session.
We'd train at the park or at the gym. We'd train hard, too. He'd push me to take my body right to the brink of exhaustion. I'd let him push me in a way I probably wouldn't have let any other personal trainer. I liked the idea of getting in great shape, to be honest, in part because I wanted Cole to be fucking someone with a great body, just like I was getting fucked by someone with a great body. I wanted the sex to be as good for him as it was for me, mostly because I was completely hooked on him at that point and I really, really didn't want it to end.
After most of our training sessions we'd go back to his place. Sometimes it would be for a quick fuck, but on the weekends we'd luxuriate in our desire for each other. Instead of fucking right away we'd get in his shower - which was remarkably roomy - and wash each other. I'd run my soapy hands over his muscular body and he'd do the same for mine. I'd clean his cock and he'd clean my tits and my increasingly tight ass.
I swear, his body felt sexier in the shower. Maybe that's just because he was wet and his abs and pecs looked better when they were wet, but it was always such a turn on to shower with him.
Sometimes we'd shower for a long time. We'd get clean. We'd kiss. We'd get each other all hot and bothered. Sometimes I'd end up on my knees, looking up at him and sucking his cock slowly and sensually as he leaned against the tiled wall and moaned while telling me how good it felt. In those moments I liked that the only thing I was wearing was my engagement ring and wedding band. The symbols of my marriage were on display while I broke the vows I'd made on my wedding day and offered my mouth to another man - a superior man, really - while my husband waited for me to return home to sit on his face and give him the details of the sex I'd had with another man.
Eventually we'd leave the shower, get dry, and have great sex. Sometimes Cole would fuck me incredibly hard. He'd usually do that in missionary. He'd pin my hands above my head and pound my pussy. There were times when it would get so close to being uncomfortable, but I always came so fucking hard. There's just something about having a strong, gorgeous, perfectly muscular man on top of you delivering such forceful thrusts because his body was built for that.
Russell thoroughly enjoyed my relationship with Cole. He liked every part of it, honestly. He liked that I was getting in better shape. He liked that I was more confident, both because I was getting in better shape and because I was getting fucked by a gorgeous, fit man that likely could have landed just about any woman he wanted.
The first time I had a training session and a quickie with Cole, I offered to shower before I sat on Russell's face. I'd gotten exceptionally sweaty during my workout and the subsequent sex, after all, and I couldn't help but imagine that I didn't smell wonderful.
I told Russell that and his eyes lit up. He didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled me close and kissed me while trying to help me out of my leggings. Before we could even get to the bedroom he was on his knees and his tongue was lashing at my pussy. His eagerness was...it was incredibly hot, to be honest. Maybe that sounds weird, but in the moment I found it quite a turn on that he was licking my sweaty, freshly-fucked pussy, and that he was so turned on doing it. What would have horrified most men was a source of great arousal for my husband, which is precisely why this particular version of our relationship works so well, by the way.
Eventually we went to the bedroom and I sat on Russell's face and told him that Cole had thoroughly satisfied my pussy, that he'd fucked me so good that my body trembled when I came on his cock. I told him that I'd satisfied Cole, too, that I'd made him cum so hard he couldn't speak. I did so while Russell couldn't say a word because his face was smothered by my wet, sweaty pussy, something he enjoyed so thoroughly that he came after just a few minutes. I rode his face a little longer and had an orgasm of my own, too.
Russell was not banned from fucking me while I was with Cole. I usually left it up to him and most of the time he wanted me to sit on his face, and when I did he would cum really quickly. He's like a lot of cuckolds in that way, especially with regards to tasting the pussy that another man has just fucked. He gets so excited that he can't help himself.
We did still have sex, though. Russell usually came even quicker than when I sat on his face and it was almost always because of the dirty talk. I found that I could regulate his speed based largely on what I said and how I said it. I can't explain how much I enjoyed that sensation, in no small part because the quicker he came the more powerful his orgasm seemed to be. It was the kind of thing where he was so turned on, was so thoroughly enjoying himself that he couldn't help but have a mind-bending climax while inside me.
It won't surprise you to hear that Russell loved to hear that Cole was better than him, that Cole fucked me better. That was the subject matter that turned him on more than anything else when I was with Cole.
One night, about a month into my relationship with Cole, I'd spent most of Saturday with him. We'd trained in the early afternoon and then gone back to his place for lunch, a long shower, and a whole lot of hot sex all over his house.
Then, just after the sun had gone down, I came home. Russell was on the couch. His cock was half hard as I'd texted to let him know I was returning after being thoroughly fucked by my trainer.
I didn't say a word to my husband. I smiled and headed for the bedroom. He followed and caught up to me just as I walked through the doorway. He kissed my neck and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, lowering them while kissing his way down my back. His lips felt soft on my ass cheeks as I stepped out of the leggings and though I normally would have walked towards the bed, I stood in place as Russell showered my ass and the backs of my thighs in soft kisses.
"Your lips feel so good, baby," I said softly. "My pussy could use some of those kisses."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mmm hmm. Cole fucked me hard, baby. He fucked me long and hard today. Three times. He pounded my married pussy three times. He stretched me out with his big cock and he fucked me so hard I might be bruised down there tomorrow, so I could really use those sweet, soft lips of yours. And of course I'd love to feel that tongue of yours inside me."
Russell twisted my hips and I spun around and looked down at him. I saw the lust in his eyes I'd been expecting and when he leaned in to kiss my pussy I grabbed a handful of his hair and prevented him from getting close enough to press his lips against my wet, plump flesh.
"I want you naked first," I said. "And in the bed. I get to choose when you kiss my pussy."
Russell smiled, stood, stripped, and crawled into the bed. His cock was hard as a rock and pointed skywards with a big drop of crystal clear precum at the tip. I approached slowly and reached out to run the tip of my index finger up the underside of his shaft, stopping just short of scooping up the precum.
"Did you miss me while I was getting fucked by my trainer?" I asked, with a heavy emphasis on the word 'fucked.'
"I did. It was all I could think about."
I crawled into bed and situated myself between his knees. I bent over and kissed the tops of my husband's thighs before looking up at him, smiling, and asking, "Did you think about his cock in my mouth?"
He nodded and I enveloped his cock. I took just about all of it - I'd actually gotten better at giving head since I'd started cuckolding Russell - and he closed his eyes and let out a beautiful groan.
"Mmm, I like that I can swallow almost all of your cock, baby," I said as I stroked him. "I can't do that with Cole. He's too thick for that. Much, much too thick for that."
That elicited another groan, which put a smile on my face. I'm sure some women would hate that their husband got so excited when being unfavorably compared to another man, but I loved it. I loved that just a few words could excite Russell to such an incredible degree.
I swallowed his cock again, doing so quickly and offering just a few seconds of pleasure before pulling off and kissing my way up his body. My lips found Russell's and our tongues entwined while my pussy hovered over his cock. I dropped down and gave him a little taste of being inside me. I was met with a low moan into my mouth and I was tempted to just ride him, but I know that Russell loves to taste my pussy so I crawled forward until it hovered over his mouth.
"Cole fucked me three times today," I said. "He pounded this pussy three times and he made me cum so fucking hard, Russell."
"Harder than I make you cum?"
I nodded and sat on his face. I leaned back, grabbed his cock, and stroked him slowly as he pushed his tongue inside me. I moved my hips a little and managed to grind my clit on the tip of his nose, which felt wondrous and signaled that it wouldn't take me long to cum once I was determined to do so. It turned out that all the foreplay with my cuckold husband had gotten me quite worked up.
"I love feeling Cole's body on top of mine," I said. "I love seeing his taut muscles as he fucks me. I love to touch them, to touch him, to feel his power, Russell. I love to feel his incredible strength as he has his way with my body, as he fucks me however he pleases, as he makes me cum over and over with that perfect cock of his."
I felt his dick swell up in my hand and stopped stroking him. I didn't want Russell cumming quite yet. I leaned forward, lifted my pussy from his face, and then slowly slid down his chest. When I felt his cock brush against my ass cheek I lifted my hips and took him inside me.
"I can barely feel you, baby," I said softly as I smiled down at my husband. "I can barely feel your dick in my pussy. Cole pounded me so hard and so long with that big cock of his that I can barely feel you."
He was already close. I'd have to cum quickly. It wasn't a problem. I moved my hips back and forth, grinding my clit into his pelvis until I was close. Then I started riding him.
"Cole fucks me so much better than you do," I said breathlessly. "I wish he was in our bed right now. I wish I was riding his dick. I wish I was bouncing on his cock in our bed while you watched from your fucking knees!"
He came in me. I came too. I came so fucking hard. It was beautiful. I collapsed on top of him. He held me close. He kissed my neck. I kissed his. Our lips met and we shared a long, deep kiss complete with plenty of post-orgasmic moans.
"You could invite him over here, you know," he said. "I'd love to watch."
"You could start training with us," I replied. "I think Cole would love to train you, to train both of us. I think he'd probably love to train you while knowing that he's going to fuck your wife when it's over. I think he'd probably be happy to have you watch, too. Plus, it couldn't hurt to get in better shape."
Russell didn't say anything, but I could see that he was excited by the idea. Perhaps he was just waiting a little before answering because he didn't want to seem too excited.
"Okay," he said. "I'd...I think I'd like that."
"I know you would," I replied with a smile. "You can join us tomorrow. Cole's going to push you, though. Just like he pushes me. Then we'll go back to his place and you can see how he treats your wife's body after we've worked out."
Excitement flickered across his face. He'd just cum, but Russell was already eager to have more cuckold-fueled fun.
"I promise, you'll love it."
He did, too. I'll tell you about it next time.
