Becca Bellamy
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Date Night - Part 11
🕑 Added 2024-04-23 05:09:19 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"Sleep well."
Those were the last words your wife said before she and Eric stepped into their room. She uttered them with a smile because she knew full well that sleep would be difficult for you.
You knew it too. You knew that after the long, luxurious dinner you'd enjoyed together that they'd have sex. You knew they'd likely take their time, too. You knew that your wife would make sure to be a little louder than usual, too, so that you'd get to listen from your room.
That's what you're doing right now. You're on your back in the hotel bed and staring up at the ceiling. You can hear Eric moaning. It's not terribly loud - there's a thick wall between your room and theirs - but you can hear it.
It's just him moaning and it sounds like he's seated close to the wall, which means he's probably on the couch in their room and your wife is probably on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
You close your eyes and picture it. You watched her give him a blowjob in that same spot. You watched her mouth move up and down his thick shaft. You saw how she left him slick with her saliva. You saw the pleasure on his face. Now it's probably happening again.
This time she's in the dress she wore to dinner. Her hair is pinned up and it looks astoundingly sexy. She's probably still wearing the heels that made her legs look so fucking hot as he put his arm around her while they walked through the restaurant and towards the booth where you were all seated.
You listen to him moan and you picture them sitting next to each other like a happy couple. You hear the waitress comment on how cute they are together and how they seem like they're so happy. You feel a surge of jealousy and arousal as you picture the utter delight on your wife's face at the comment. You see her lean in to kiss Eric on the cheek as you give the waitress your drink order.
Images from the rest of the dinner - which lasted for nearly three hours - dance through your head as the sounds of another man's moans of pleasure come from the room next door. You see them kissing. You see him feeding her a bite of dessert. You see them toasting to a thrilling weekend.
You see him smile as your wife caresses his cock under the table. You see her smile as his hand moves under her dress to tease her thighs. You see her lean in and take his tongue into her mouth for a deeply passionate kiss mere moments before the entrees arrive.
Bits of conversation enter your head as Eric continues to enjoy getting his dick sucked by the woman you're married to.
"Thank you for being so open-minded," Eric said to you after the appetizers. "For letting your wife date another man. I can't tell you how much I enjoy being with her."
You see him smile as he raises a glass to you. You watch yourself toast with him. You see him turn to kiss your wife. You feel jealous, but your cock stirs to life just as it did at dinner. It's such a strange sensation to love that your wife is dating another man, and yet you've fully embraced that sensation and the pleasure that comes with it.
A little later - after dessert had arrived but before anyone had taken a bite - your wife leaned over, kissed Eric on the neck, and whispered, "Thank you for being such a wonderful boyfriend. For being so attentive. For making me feel so good."
"Is that what I do?" he asked playfully.
She glanced at you, likely clocked that you were thrilled to hear her say such things to her boyfriend, and then turned to Eric and kissed his neck once more - this time in a deeply erotic fashion - before whispering, "You fuck me better than any man ever has."
Eric glanced at you and though it was difficult to hold his gaze, there was something thrilling about it. About staring into the eyes of the man that fucks your wife better than you do and seeing the arousal he felt at being told he was better than you while you were sitting right there. There was no cockiness in his smile, though. He didn't see himself as your superior, just as the man that fucks your wife the way she needs to be fucked. It was a thrilling moment that has now played out in your head dozens of times since it happened.
You hear your wife's moans from the room next door. Just her moans. You imagine him going down on her. She's sitting on the couch. She probably still has her dress on. It's pulled up around her waist. Her ass is right at the edge of the couch cushion to give him easy access to her pussy. His fingers are inside her while he licks her clit.
She moans again - louder this time - and you feel jealous. You want to be the one eating her pussy. You'd actually love to be able to do so before he enters her, to prepare her for his cock, to go down on her while they kiss or while he plays with her tits as she strokes his cock. It would be so thrilling to be involved, but tonight that's not an option for you.
Now they're both moaning. It sounds like they're still on the couch, like they're right on the other side of the wall next to the TV. You unzip your pants and pull your cock out. You're hard and the head is slick with the precum that's been dripping out of you since dinner.
You think of Eric looking your way at dinner and asking you, "I was surprised when she told me she wanted me to cum inside her. I thought maybe it would bother you."
There's no sense of cruelty on his face. He's not taunting you. He's obviously aroused by the idea of cumming in your wife, though. You can't blame him. You can see how from his position it would be intensely arousing to be able to cum inside another man's wife, to know that she wanted your cum inside her, and perhaps to know that her husband found the whole enterprise rather thrilling too.
"I thought it might too," you answered.
"It didn't, though," your wife added as her hand moved under the table. You saw Eric's eyes go wide for a moment before his lips curled into a slight smile. She was absolutely stroking him under the table. She leaned in and whispered, "He came so hard knowing that you'd cum inside me first. Knowing that his dick was covered in your thick load, that my pussy was lubed with another man's seed."
Eric closed his eyes and you could only imagine the pleasure he felt in that moment as your wife was clearly working hard to turn him on. Now you can hear him moaning through the wall. You imagine her on top. You imagine them kissing as he plays with her tits. You imagine her slowly riding his cock, milking him with the heat and wetness of her pussy as it grips his thick shaft.
"I liked knowing that your cum was inside me as I rode him," your wife said to Eric with her hand still stroking him under the table. "I liked knowing that you'd fucked me first, that you'd made me cum first, that you'd pumped me full of your seed first."
You noted that both you and Eric were utterly enthralled with your wife in that moment, that she'd managed to arouse and entice both of you. You felt your dick throb like you imagined his was and you smiled at the idea that she could arouse you with little more than dirty talk about her preference for fucking her boyfriend before fucking you.
"Maybe you should always let me fuck you before your husband gets to enjoy you," Eric suggested.
Her eyes lit up at the suggestion and she actually moaned. It might have been performative, but it struck you as genuine. It was a little embarrassing, but you were turned on by the idea. You'd cum so quickly - and so hard - while fucking her cum-filled pussy that you couldn't help but get excited at the idea.
"Maybe I should," she replied.
Your wife spotted the waitress coming towards the table and pulled her hand from between his legs. She sipped her drink and the conversation never returned to that rather erotic subject.
Now you're listening to them fuck and you can't help but wonder if she'll follow through with that. Will you only be allowed to fuck your wife after her boyfriend has had his way with her? Will you always be relegated to sloppy seconds sex? If you are, will that ensure that the sex is always insanely hot and that you always cum quickly?
Your hear your wife cum. You'd know those moans anywhere. You picture her eyes closed and her mouth open as those beautiful sounds of pleasure fill their room. You picture Eric kissing her chest and tits, showering them in erotic pleasure as your wife rides his cock to a loud orgasm.
There's a break. The sounds of pleasure go silent. You flash back to after dinner. You walked behind your wife and her boyfriend as they held hands. They strolled out of the restaurant, through the lobby, and to the outdoor seating area. There was a roaring fire going and Eric led your wife to a small couch near the fire. They cuddled up together and he grabbed a blanket from the basket next to the couch. He pulled it over them and a waiter showed up to see if anyone wanted a cocktail.
You all ordered drinks as you sat on the plush chair near the couch. Your wife looked at you, smiled, and then turned and softly kissed her boyfriend. You saw her lure his tongue into her mouth and her hand moved under the blanket. She didn't stroke him, but you were fairly certainly she gave his cock a quick squeeze, if for no other reason than to let him know that she was thinking about getting fucked.
"This trip was such a wonderful idea," she said to him.
He smiled. "I'm glad you're happy."
In that moment they felt more like a couple than at any point before and for the first time you felt a little bit like you didn't belong there, like they deserved to spend some time alone. It would have been weird to get up and walk away, though, so you looked towards the fire and listened to them share yet another soft kiss.
"Are you happy?" your wife asked.
You turned to see both her and Eric looking at you. "Yes, I am," you said.
She smiled. "Yeah? You're happy that your wife is dating another man? That your wife loves having sex with her boyfriend? That she loves having her boyfriend cum inside her? That she's already thinking about the next time she and her boyfriend go away for a weekend trip?"
It struck you that she was probing, that her words were designed to make you reveal any sense of internal unrest you might have felt. You felt no unrest, though. Instead, you felt something akin to pure arousal. You were happy. Genuinely happy. What had begun months ago as your wife flirting with other men in the bar had transitioned to something that provided a deeper sense of satisfaction than her sucking off a stranger or getting fucked on a Saturday night.
"I love that you have a boyfriend," you said. "I love that you're already thinking about your next trip. I'm thinking about it too."
Eric kissed her neck as your wife smiled at you.
"Yeah?"
You nodded. "In fact, I was thinking that I'd like to plan it. That I could surprise both of you."
They both smiled. "I'd like that," your wife said. "I'd like that very much."
The waiter brought your drinks, you all toasted once more, and then Eric and your wife sipped and shared a kiss. A long, deep, romantic kiss. The kiss a couple shares when they're in the midst of a perfect moment together. The kind of kiss that will forever be locked in their memories.
The moans start again. This time, though, you can hear the actual sounds of sex. Of their bodies meeting. Eric is fucking her hard. Exceptionally hard. She moans rhythmically and you imagine him fucking her at the pace of that rhythm.
You close your eyes and imagine your wife on her knees on the couch with Eric behind her. You see him holding her hips and pulling back as he thrusts forward. You see her looking over her shoulder and smiling as he fucks her hard. You see her hand reach back so she can rub her clit while he has his way with her pussy.
You stroke your cock and listen to the incredible sex. You try and decide if you're going to cum or if you want to wait until tomorrow. You're not sure what to do. You're so turned on, but there's something hotter about cumming in your wife's pussy after Eric has had his way with her that makes you want to wait.
You decide to hold off on having an orgasm. Instead, you stroke slowly as you listen to your wife and her boyfriend cum. It's loud. Really loud. It's beautiful, though. Your dick throbs as you listen and you look down to see that the head looks swollen with desire. You smile at how much it turns you on to listen to your wife get fucked.
Quiet falls over your room once more. You tuck your cock back into your pants and smile. You close your eyes and think of Eric and your wife kissing - making out, really - on the elevator ride to your floor. You see him grabbing her ass and playing with her tits as their tongues entwine. You see her stroking his dick through his pants. You see their intense desire for each other and your cock continues to throb, now doing so in your pants.
A knock at the door between your two rooms pulls you from your erotic revelry. You hop out of bed and rush to the door. You open it to find your wife standing there in a bra and panties.
"May I come in?" she asks.
You didn't expect to see her until tomorrow and for a moment you're stunned and you do nothing. Then you smile brightly and step aside. She comes into the room and you shut the door. She takes your hand and leads you to the bed as you glance at her ass, which looks soft and round and perfect with a lace thong dividing her cheeks.
Your wife stops at the edge of the bed, turns, and kisses you as she unbuttons your shirt. She pulls it off as her lips find your neck and you moan from the sudden and intense pleasure.
Her fingers are on your belt before your shirt hits the floor. Your pants drop to your ankles and you kick off your shoes as she lowers your underwear and takes your cock in her hand.
Soon enough you're naked and kissing your wife as she strokes your dick. You run your fingers over her warm, soft skin and take one of her breasts - which feels wondrous in soft lace - in your hand and squeeze it gently, eliciting a moan that fills your mouth along with her tongue.
"Did you listen?" she asks.
"Yes," you reply. "It was so hot."
"I wasn't going to come to your room. Not until tomorrow morning. But I couldn't resist. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to make you feel good again."
You're surprised at how happy that makes you feel and you realize you were experiencing a touch of insecurity over your relationship. You were worried your wife was a little too into her boyfriend, but that worry has floated away.
"I love you," she says. "I love you desperately. That will never, ever change. Even if I have a boyfriend. Even if I spend a lot of time with my boyfriend. Even if I won't let you fuck me unless my pussy is brimming with my boyfriend's cum."
"I love you too," you reply as your cock surges at the idea of being relegated to sloppy seconds sex.
She kisses you deeply. She strokes your dick. She sucks on your tongue. You moan into her mouth.
She kisses your neck, your chest, your stomach. She drops to her knees. She looks up at you. She takes you in her mouth. The pleasure is intense and so is the surprise you feel. You figured her boyfriend would be the only one to get a blowjob on your trip. You were wrong. She clearly wants to make sure that you know she loves you, she cares about you, she desires you.
She moans, looks up at you, and says, "Your cock feels so good in my mouth."
You believe her. There's genuine pleasure in her eyes.
She holds your gaze while taking you in her mouth once more. Wetness and heat engulfs your shaft and then you feel her tongue move over the head. It dances along the underside and you can't help but moan from the intensity of the pleasure.
"Jesus, that feels so good."
She stands. She kisses you. She strokes your spit-soaked cock.
"Get in the bed," your wife instructs.
You climb into the bed and watched as she takes her panties off and climbs in next to you. She slips three fingers into her pussy and they emerge covered in his cum. She holds them up and you stare before watching those slippery, cum-covered fingers slowly wrap around your dick.
She strokes you with Eric's cum acting as a lubricant. The sounds of a slippery handjob fill your hotel room. It feels better knowing that it's his load lubing you. It's kinky. It's wild. It's dirty.
"That feels so fucking good," you say.
"Yeah?"
You nod and kiss her. "It's...I know it's insane, but it's hotter knowing that it's his cum."
"It's not insane," she whispers. "It's sexy. I like that you like it. In fact, I love that you like it."
Her fingers disappear into her pussy once more. They emerge, and this time she brings one to her lips and sucks the tip clean while holding your gaze. She smiles - presumably with the taste of Eric's cum in her mouth - and you watch in utter fascination as she swallows it like it's the most erotic treat in the world.
In a fit of kinky curiosity, you lean in and kiss her as quickly as you can. You open your mouth and she opens hers. You slip your tongue between her lips and taste just a hint of what she swallowed. For some reason, it thrills you.
Your wife smiles, reaches up, and slips the tip of her finger in your mouth. The taste of cum is stronger. It dances on your tongue. You moan, she smiles again, and more of her finger pushes into your mouth until you've taken it all.
She pulls out and kisses you. She does so vigorously. She climbs on top and takes your cock inside her. She sinks down and suddenly your stiff dick is bathed in another man's cum.
You kiss and share the taste of Eric's load while she bounces on your cock. She moans into your mouth and you do the same into hers. Your dick is stiff as steel and alive with pleasure inside her and every little movement of her pussy feels electric.
"Cum inside me," she whispers.
The pleasure is too much. You think of the dinner and of everything thrilling that happened. You think of them kissing and cuddling out by the fire. You think of them making out in the elevator. You think of the sounds of sex you heard through the wall. You think of the taste of Eric's cum in your mouth. You think of how good it all feels and you cum inside your wife, having the orgasm of a lifetime.
She kisses you as you cum. She caresses your face. She rides you, slowing her pace a little but ensuring your orgasm remains intensely satisfying until its conclusion.
You pull her close and wrap your arms around her. You smile blissfully as pleasure continues to emanate outwards from your loins.
"I love you," she whispers. "And I always will. I promise."
"I love you too," you reply. "And I know you love me. I do. I have felt a little insecure at times this weekend, but I've been insanely happy since we started this crazy journey of flirting and fooling around and fucking and now dating another man, so I love it. I do."
She sits up and rests her hands on your bare chest. "If you ever stop loving it, tell me and I'll stop doing whatever you no longer enjoy. Okay?"
You nod. "Okay."
You want her to continue to have fun with other men because you get to have fun too. You want to keep experiencing that thrill that comes with this lifestyle. You know she loves you and you love her desperately.
It might not always be easy or perfect, but it will always be exciting now that date night has changed forever and that's a very good thing.
The End.
