Becca Bellamy
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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 6
🕑 Added 2022-06-25 06:10:42 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
When Alex and I opened my side of our marriage, I made a simple - but exceptionally difficult - request of him: That he accept that I needed more than he could give me. I still loved him madly. I still wanted to be married to him.
Because he's a wonderful man, he accepted that. He wanted me to be happy, and so he embraced the idea that I just couldn't get what I needed from one man. It wasn't even that Alex didn't have the skills to make me cum the way I wanted to cum. It was that I needed the excitement that comes with being someone new. That, more than anything, was what I craved and that's the one thing your husband can't give you.
What surprised me - or both of us, really - was that Alex really enjoyed my first dalliance with another man. We had really good sex after I fucked Blake during the weekend retreat. Like, really good sex. Lots of really good sex, in fact.
What surprised me even more, though, was Alex's arousal at the idea of me fucking someone with a big dick. I'd been flirting with a guy online - a married guy whose marriage was entirely open and who was free to play with other women - and he'd been quite clear about having a dick that measured far above average. I found the idea exciting - I'd never been with someone with a truly big dick - but it was when Alex couldn't seem to contain his excitement that I was truly caught off guard.
As I wrote about last time, we had some exceptionally good sex right after I shared the fact that I wanted to fuck someone with a big dick. Alex was clearly turned on, I was absolutely turned on at the idea of trying a big dick for the first time, and we both came hard and fast as that arousal swirled through our bodies before I sat on Alex's cock and offered him the pleasure of my pussy.
Now, when I say I've never been with a guy with a big dick, I mean it. I haven't measured every guy I've been with - I haven't measured any of them, in fact - but I know they've all been average, or very slightly above average. Alex is average. Blake was average. Previous guys I've been with were average-sized too. The sex was always good, but my friends who've had bigger dicks almost all say it's better (though not too big, because that's usually just painful).
My interest was piqued the moment I read his profile. First, there was the mention of the fact that he had a big dick. But it was also the fact that the mention was at the bottom of the profile, like he wasn't bragging about it. He was just putting it out there for those that managed to read the whole thing.
That's why I didn't mention it when I started messaging him. Instead, I asked him about what it was like to be in an entirely open marriage. He had nothing but good things to say about it, of course, and I told him that we'd just recently opened our marriage - half of it, at least - and that we'd both thoroughly enjoyed it up to that point.
He was smart and funny and he somehow managed to be charming via text, which is a lot harder than you might think. So we set up a call and did a little flirting by phone. His voice was deeper than I expected, though he spoke with the same level of confidence he'd displayed in his texts. He managed to be even more charming than when we were messaging, to the point that I actually found myself thinking about fucking him while we were chatting.
It was those thoughts that led me to ask a question that would have been entirely inappropriate in any other circumstance. "So, when you say you have a big dick, what does that mean?" I asked towards the end of our second call.
Simon (that's his name, in case I haven't mentioned it) laughed. "I guess you read all the way to the end of the profile."
I smiled and actually felt a little bit excited. "I did. Sorry if it's really rude to ask that question, but, it's just, I've never actually been with a guy with a big dick and I can't help but feel really curious about it."
"Never?" he asked with genuine disbelief in his voice.
"No, never," I replied. "I've never measured my husband, but he's definitely not big. He's average, I think. He's really good in bed, but so many of my friends have said that bigger really is better, and I guess I just can't help but want to know if that's true."
"Well, mine measures a little over ten inches long and it's fairly thick," he said after a brief pause. "I've been with a few women for whom it's been too big, to be honest, but everyone else has had a very good time."
I smiled. He was being a bit humble and I swear it seemed entirely genuine, which made him so much more attractive. "Wow, I honestly have no idea what that would feel like."
Alex's car pulled into the driveway and for a moment I felt a sense of panic, like I was doing something wrong. I wasn't, though. He knew I was talking and messaging with Simon. We'd actually had rather excellent sex after my previous talk with Simon, and we'd filled that sex with dirty talk regarding me fucking someone with a big dick.
"I guess I can't actually answer that question for you," Simon said with a chuckle, "though I'd like to think it would feel exceptionally good, and, if I'm being honest, I'd like the chance to prove that."
I smiled. It was the first time either of us had directly mentioned having sex, despite all the flirting we'd done via text and call. Alex walked in a moment after Simon uttered those words and I smiled and said, "Are you saying you want to fuck me, Simon? Are you saying you want to show me what it's like to take that big dick of yours?"
Alex nearly dropped his laptop bag, catching the strap at the last moment and setting it on the floor before making his way to the couch and sitting by my feet.
"That is what I'm saying," Simon replied. His voice had shifted a little, like his confidence had increased as a result of my sudden turn into dirty talk. "I'd like to spend the whole night showing you what it's like to enjoy my big dick."
I was, if I'm being honest, hugely aroused in that moment. Alex's presence absolutely increased my arousal, too. I don't know if it was the fact that it felt a little naughtier to talk like that with my husband in the room or if the look of lust in his eyes fed into my desire, but it was definitely something and it felt really good.
Because of that arousal, I took my shorts and panties off and spread my legs. Alex stared at my pussy for a few moments and then took the hint and laid between my thighs.
"My husband just got home," I said. "He heard me talk about enjoying your big dick and now he's between my legs with his tongue in my pussy." Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what had gotten into me, as I don't usually slip into that kind of dirty talk with such ease. It felt good, though. Really good, and Alex was doing wonderful things with his tongue, so I just let the dirty talk flow.
"Your husband doesn't mind that you're going to fuck someone with a bigger dick than his?" Simon asked.
I arched my back and moaned, in part because Alex turned his tongue's attention to my clit and in part because I'm fairly certain that he was actually turned on at the idea of me getting fucked by someone with a bigger dick than his, and that had deepened my desire to do that very thing. It had become this beautiful, circular thing that seemed to fuel desire on both our parts, leading to some seriously passionate sex between us, and now it had Alex between my legs eagerly licking my pussy while I talked to another man about having his big cock inside me.
"I think he likes it," I said. That felt a bit risky - Alex and I hadn't talked about whether or not he liked me fucking someone with a bigger dick, it had all been implied - but I was kind of lost in my desire in that moment and I wasn't really thinking things through. Alex looked up as I said it and I stared into his eyes and followed that with, "I think he likes that his wife wants to experience a big dick in her tight pussy."
Yeah, Alex definitely liked it. His eyes lit up in a way I hadn't seen before, like I'd just pressed some magic button that instantly filled him with this crazy sense of arousal. Not long after he reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock, all while massaging my clit with his eager tongue.
"And is that what you want, Erica? Is that what you've come to crave? Do you want to feel my big dick in your tight pussy? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to show you what it's like to enjoy a truly big dick for a night?" Simon asked.
"Fuck, yes, Simon, that's what I want," I said. "I want to be yours for a night. I want you to show me what it's like to get fucked by a man with a big dick." I looked down at Alex, saw his tongue working my clit so vigorously, and said, "I want you to show me what it's like to get fucked by a man with a much bigger dick than my husband's."
Alex moaned the moment the words left my lips. He moaned loudly, too. Simon must have heard him.
"I like to get a hotel room the first time I'm with someone," Simon said. "I like one with a nice view, too, and it's even better if it has a balcony."
"Why is that?" I asked as a knowing smile crossed my face.
"Because there's nothing better than fucking a beautiful woman on a hotel balcony," Simon said. "It's best if there's enough space for furniture, so we can take a bottle of wine or champagne out there, sit and enjoy the stars and the night sky and the incredible view."
"And then I could get on my knees in front of you and take your big cock into my mouth," I interrupted as I got caught up in a little bit of fantasy.
"Yeah? Would you do that, Erica? Some women can't handle the thickness. Do you think you could handle it?" Simon asked in a low, lusty voice.
I was honestly astounded at how turned on I was. There were so many factors contributing to it, but I could literally feel the juices dripping out of my pussy as I imagined doing exactly as I'd described. I wasn't sure I could actually pull off sucking on a really thick cock, but in the moment I was damn sure going to try, and I really did like the idea of doing it on a hotel balcony.
"I'd certainly try, Simon," I replied. "I don't know why, but I really like the idea of sucking on a really big dick. Fuck, I can picture it. I can see myself on my knees in front of you. I can picture myself looking up at you as I take you in my mouth, as I do what I can to make your big dick feel good."
I'm certain Alex could have cum with ease as he listened to me talk about sucking someone else's big dick. I'm also certain he held off because he was hoping I'd invite him to fuck me after I got off the fun. Luckily for him, that's exactly what I intended on doing.
"How would you fuck me out on the balcony?" I asked.
"I'd have you ride me first," Simon answered. "That would give you time to get used to my size, to take me at the pace you prefer. We'd go slow. I'd enjoy how tight you were. You'd enjoy how big I was. I'd play with your tits. I'd kiss you. I'd let you lose yourself in how good it feels to have a truly big dick inside you for the first time. With any luck you'd have the kind of orgasm you've never experienced before."
Because I genuinely had no idea what a truly big dick would feel like inside me, I just pictured pure bliss, like a better version of the sex I'd had so far in my life. Simon did a really good job of delivering his descriptions, too. It seemed like he'd had plenty of experience with dirty talk, because he guided me right through that particularly lurid and lovely fantasy and he made damn sure that all I really wanted was to make that date, have him rent that hotel room, and go to him so he could fill me with his big dick.
"And would you cum as I rode you, Simon?" I asked between moans.
"No," he answered. "I like to make the first time last. I'd give you multiple orgasms before I came. I'd make sure you were so enamored with my dick that you'd want me again. Then I'd cum."
I was pretty close to cumming at that point, but I wanted to hold off so I could cum with Alex inside me. "How would you cum?" I asked. "How would you fuck me?"
"There are so many options," Simon said with obvious delight in his voice. "If you can take it, I'd love to cum while fucking you from behind. Some women can't handle that with me, though, so if that was the case I'd have you get on top. I'd have you ride me in the bed. I'd have you ride me hard, and I'd time it so that I came the moment you came. I'd want it to be your third or fourth orgasm of the night. I'd want it to be the one that leaves you exhausted, like you can't take anymore, like you've been satisfied so completely that you just want to fall asleep. Then I'd cum. I'd claim my pleasure. I'd enjoy every second of it, too."
"Simon, I need you to fuck me," I said. "As soon as possible." I was all in. I was so fucking turned on I couldn't believe it.
"I'll book a room for this weekend," he replied.
"I can't wait," I said. "I'm so wet for you, for what you described, Simon."
"Then I hope your husband gives you a good orgasm," he said. "Just know that I'm going to make you cum so much harder this weekend. I'll text you the info after I've booked a room."
"I can't wait," I said. The call ended and I tossed my phone on the floor and said, "You have to fuck me right now."
Alex hastily stripped out of his pants and moved between my legs. His cock was inside me a moment later. It felt good - it always feels good - but I was thinking about Simon. I was thinking about what his cock would feel like inside me. It was all I could think about.
"He's going to fuck me this weekend," I said. "He's going to book a hotel room. He's going to spend the night fucking me with his big dick, Alex. He's going to spend the night filling my tight pussy with the biggest dick I've ever taken!"
"Oh, fuck, Erica..." Alex said, though that was all he seemed to be able to manage.
He came inside me a few moments later, but I was right there with him. I'd been on the edge of orgasm for a few minutes and had just been holding off, so I came right with Alex, and it was fantastic. My toes curled. My head spun a little. I'm pretty sure I saw stars for a few moments. It was amazing.
"Is that really happening?" Alex asked after we’d both come down from our orgasms. "This weekend, I mean?"
"It is," I said. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, hell yes," Alex replied with a smile. "I don't know what's going on with me or why I like this so much, but obviously I'm all in on this. So yeah, please, have a great time this weekend."
How could I not love a man like that? How could I not think he was absolutely perfect for me? He is. He absolutely is. And, I got to enjoy a bigger dick, and it was fucking great, and I'll tell you about it soon.
