Becca Bellamy
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Reassurances
🕑 Added 2023-11-30 05:43:06 +0000 UTCYour wife is sitting next to you on the couch, but it's like she's in another room.
In a way, she is. She's texting her boyfriend, after all, and she's become quite enamored with him.
You can see it in the way she smiles as she texts him. You can see the genuine joy on her face. She's texting a man she has feelings for. Genuine feelings. It might not be love, but you can't shake the notion that if she keeps on dating him that those feelings will evolve into love.
You like that she has feelings for her boyfriend. You really do. It excites you. You can feel your loins tingling as you watch her text him. You can feel your desire building as you interpret that smile on her face as being reflective of her growing affection for the man she's been dating for three months.
There's a part of you that strongly dislikes that she has feelings for him, though. Very strongly. There's a part of you that hates it. That feels nothing but angst when you think about the fact that she's dating someone, that she needed to go beyond simply having a fuck buddy.
When that angst gets overwhelming, you need to connect with your wife. Today, in this moment, you try and do so by gently shifting her legs so her feet come to rest in your lap. You prop them up on a pillow and offer a rub as your wife continues to text with her boyfriend.
Finally, she looks at you and offers a sweet, loving smile. "That feels amazing," she says softly.
She holds your gaze for a few seconds and her phone buzzes. She doesn't look down at the message, though, instead focusing on you.
"I love you," she says. "That's not going to change just because I have a boyfriend."
Your wife knows you well. Exceptionally well. You didn't have to say a word and she could sense your angst.
"I know," you reply. "I love you too. And I love that you have a boyfriend...and that...and that you seem to be developing real feelings for him."
Her smile gets a little bigger. She doesn't say anything, but she looks increasingly giddy, like you've just given her permission to fully experience those budding feelings she has for her boyfriend.
Your wife looks at her phone once more. She types out a message as you continue to rub her feet. You study her face and wonder what she's telling him. Are they discussing an upcoming date? Is she telling him how much she misses him? Is she letting him know that he makes her cum harder than you do?
"Do you really love it?" she asks while setting her phone down. "That I have feelings for him, I mean? Do you really love that?"
It's the first time she's openly admitted to feeling something more for him than an appreciation for his sexual skills. As the words leave her lips, you feel the angst building inside you. You feel the arousal competing with it. Your loins tingle. Your pulse quickens. You feel a slight tightness in your chest. It's both dangerous and thrilling, as the most arousing things in life almost always are.
You nod and say, "I do. It scares me, but I do love it."
Her phone buzzes, but your wife holds your gaze once more. "Why does it scare you?"
You run your fingers up her calves, offering a slow, deep, gentle massage that makes your wife close her eyes and moan from the sheer pleasure of your touch.
"Because...I mean, it's dangerous, I guess. Usually when a married woman develops feelings for another man she tends to end her marriage," you say, giving voice to the deep-seated angst that arises when you consider that your wife might very well fall in love with her boyfriend.
She extends her foot and her toes find your cock through your jeans. She rubs your soft flesh slowly, smiles, and says, "But our marriage isn't like most, is it?"
You shake your head.
"Most men don't encourage their wives to date someone else. Most men don't do the work of finding a boyfriend for their wife. Most men don't spend countless hours looking through dating profiles and fielding messages from other men. Most men don't go shopping with their wives to buy them sexy dresses and beautiful lingerie to wear for their boyfriends. Most men don't enjoy watching their wives have sex with another man. Most men don't want their wives to come home from a date with someone else and sit on their faces while they recount every dirty detail of how the night went."
"That's all very true," you reply with a smile. "I'm not like most men. I think we both know that. But, if I'm being honest, I'm more concerned that you...well, that you're more like most women."
Your cock is half hard now and she continues to work it with her toes as you continue to massage her calves. Her leggings are dark so you can't see if a wet spot has formed between her legs, but you can't help but hope that she's a little wet.
"Do you think I'm like most women?" she asks.
"I think...I think you're like most women in that you like having sex with...well, that you like being fucked by an alpha male. I think you like having an alpha male for a boyfriend. I think you like feeling his strong, muscular body on top of yours. I think you like a man that takes charge in the bedroom. I think you like making a man like that cum."
She bites her lower lip playfully and begins to work your cock with greater vigor, rubbing you with a little more pressure and greater speed. "You're right about that. I'm like most women in that way. I can't help it. I wasn't entirely sure I was that way, but then you suggested I sleep with other men and I learned exactly what I need in the bedroom."
"And you learned that I can't give you that," you reply.
She nods. "That's right. I did."
"You're also like most women in that you like being with that kind of man, with the kind of man your boyfriend is. You like going on dates with him. You like when he puts his arm around you. You like that he's successful, that he can afford to take you to really nice restaurants, that he wants to take you on a nice weekend vacation soon," you continue as you're struck by a strong sense of insecurity.
"I do like that," your wife replies. "It's nice to date a man like that, like my boyfriend. It's nice to feel his arm around me. It's nice to get in his luxury car. It's nice to occasionally spend the night at his gorgeous house. It's nice to know that he wants to take me on beautiful vacations. I suppose every woman wants to date a man like that."
She doesn't seem to be doing anything to help with your insecurity, but perhaps she can't see it. Perhaps the incredible stiffness in your pants has made it so your wife can't tell that you're experiencing a wealth of angst to go along with your arousal.
Then she pulls her foot from between your legs and shifts to her hands and knees. She crawls closer and her lips find yours for a soft kiss. Her hand moves between your legs and she strokes your cock through your pants.
"Tell me, sweetheart, what did you do while I was on my date last night?" she asks.
For a moment your mind is so clouded with lust and angst that you can't remember what you did. Then the fog clears and you answer, "I did the laundry. I cleaned the house. I made sure the coffee maker was ready to brew tomorrow morning's coffee. I made the bed so it would look beautiful if you decided to bring your boyfriend to our place instead of his. I put together a shopping list for the grocery store. I did a little online scouting for the next time we go out to buy you something beautiful to wear for your boyfriend."
She smiles and kisses you again. This time, though, she offers her tongue and while doing so she unzips your pants and frees your stiff cock. A moment later her fingers are wrapped around your stiff flesh. She strokes you while your tongues mingle and you can't help but moan into your wife's mouth as pleasure courses through your body.
"I live a better life than any of my friends, and that's because of you," she says softly before releasing your cock, sitting back, and pulling off her sweater. Her bra is off a moment later and your gaze fixates on her breasts. For a moment you imagine her boyfriend's hands and lips on them, offering your wife the pleasure you know she craves.
She reaches out and takes your shirt off. Your pants follow. So do her leggings. She cuddles up next to you. The warmth and softness of her naked body is thrilling and your dick is stiff as steel as she takes it in her hand once more.
"You dedicate yourself to meeting my needs in a way that few men would. You're utterly remarkable in the way. You take on almost all the work around the house. You cook. You clean. You do the laundry. You hand wash the lingerie I wear for my boyfriend. You take me shopping to buy beautiful things to wear for him. You're willing to have much less sex than most men in happy marriages. You do it all because what you want more than anything is to make me happy, and you're better than any man possibly could be at making me happy," she tells you.
You reach up and caress her face. Your angst has melted away and been replaced by a sensation of overwhelming love. That love is always there, of course, but sometimes it recedes to the background as your anxiety grows.
"I love you," you whisper.
"I love you more than you can possibly know," your wife replies.
You share a kiss. It's a long, slow, tender kiss with just a hint of tongue and it's exquisitely beautiful. Your cock is alive with desire and you feel your wife's stiff nipple press into your arm as she presses her body closer to yours.
"If it would..." you begin to say as her lips hover close to yours, "if it would make you happy to fall...to fall in love with him, with your boyfriend, then that's what I want to happen."
She releases your cock and straddles you. Her pussy swallows your shaft in an instant. She leans forward and you take her nipple into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it while she moans.
"Is that just for me?" she asks. "Or is there a chance that it would make you happy, too?"
Her pussy feels exquisite as she rides you. It's wet and warm and tight and she's taking her time, seemingly on purpose to maximize your pleasure.
"Because I think that my cuckold husband might like it if his wife falls in love with another man," she says softly. You look up and see a smile on her face and lust in her eyes. "I know you'll get jealous, but I think you might find it immensely arousing, too. I think you might just cum the first time you hear me tell him that I love him."
You're close to cumming just thinking about it. You never considered that you might find it arousing if she were to fall in love with another man, and yet it seems that she might be right.
"That's just the kind of man you are. You love me so much that you want me to be as happy as a woman can be, and I can't imagine what would make a woman happier than being in love with two wonderful men."
You run your hands up the smooth skin of her back and she leans down to kiss you. "Are you falling in love with him?" you ask. "Are you already...have you already started to feel it?"
She rides you a little faster. Your tongues mingle in another deep kiss and then she says, "Yes, I'm falling in love with him."
You can't help but cum inside her. The notion of her falling for another man is so potent that you can't hold back. You have a massively powerful orgasm. Your body trembles with pleasure. You cum inside your wife and it feels better than any orgasm you can remember.
Much to your delight, she cums too. She grinds her clit into your crotch and she cums hard. She moans into your mouth as she does so and then kisses your cheek and neck before her grinding slows and she comes to rest in your lap.
"I love you," you say. "I love you more than anything."
"I love you too," she replies. "And I always will."
Comments
Josie
So fucking hot!!!
Michael Fiorelli
This is my favorite type of story. I hope that was the last time he was allowed to enter his wife and she makes her pussy exclusively for her boyfriend from here on out.
