Becca Bellamy
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A More Dominant Wife - Part 3
🕑 Added 2022-05-26 06:03:20 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"How are you feeling?" your wife asks as you stop at a crosswalk.
You've joined her on a run today - the same route where she met the handsome runner she flirted with a week ago - and you're already exhausted. You don't run nearly as much as she does and she's clearly in far better shape. "I'm okay," you say before smiling. "Well, obviously I'm exhausted. But this is good. It's good."
Your wife leans closer and kisses you on the cheek before stepping away, turning around, and sticking out her ass. In doing so she offers you a view of her backside in yet another pair of new leggings. These are a bright blue color with black stripes down the sides and they cling to her ass like nothing you've ever seen. They're utterly perfect in every way and it brings you great pleasure to run behind her and stare at her magnificent ass.
"Let's go," your wife says as the walk signal comes on.
You jog across the street and onto the path that runs along the other side of the road. It diverts into the trees and suddenly you're running in what feels like a beautiful forest. You don't take much time to admire the view, though, as you keep staring at your wife's ass. You love the way it bounces just a little bit in her tight leggings, and of course you can't help but think of the ass worship she's had you engage in over the course of the week. You've been on your knees with your face buried between her sweaty cheeks after almost every run she's been on in the past week.
Your wife slows and you do the same. She stops and looks back at you with a naughty smile on her face. She takes your hand and leads you into the trees. You're not entirely sure why, but you can't help but feel a little bit excited as the look on her face indicated she was eager to have a little fun.
Your wife leads you behind a particularly thick tree and leans against it. She pulls you close and you share a soft kiss before she reaches down and slips a hand into her leggings. She kisses you again, but this time she moans while masturbating. Her tongue is active and eager in your mouth and you can't help but get off on the thrill of kissing her while she masturbates in a semi-public place.
She pulls her fingers from her leggings and holds them in front of your mouth. "What do you want?" she asks.
"I want to suck for you," you answer. It's the same phrase you've uttered almost every day this week as your wife clearly finds great pleasure in you sucking on her fingers, especially when you're licking the juices of her pussy off of them.
She places her fingers on your lower lip and you open your mouth. She penetrates your face and you wrap your lips around her slippery digits and suck them clean while she stares into your eyes.
"You look good when you're sucking for me," she says softly.
Your cock is hard. Your cock always gets hard when you suck for your wife. There's just something so exciting about it.
She slips a third finger into your mouth and your lips stretch a little wider to accommodate it. She pushes them deeper and you feel your gag reflex begin to trigger just before she pulls her fingers away. There's something intoxicating about feeling like a pawn for her to play with, something that you love, that you can't get enough of.
"Get on your knees," she instructs. You fall to your knees. The leaves crunch under your weight. "What do you want?" she asks.
"I want to worship your sweaty ass," you say. You're doing more than saying what she wants to hear. You're expressing your desire. You're desperate to worship her sweaty ass. You've become addicted to it. You think about it all the time. Your favorite time of day has quickly become that moment when she walks through the front door after a run. "I want to kiss and lick your sweaty asshole."
"What a dirty boy," she says with a smile. You're not the only one that's come to love this time of day.
"Please," you reply.
Your wife spins around, puts her hands against the rough bark of the tree, and sticks her ass out. "You may clean my sweaty ass," she says.
You reach up and hastily pull down her leggings. Her ass looks damp with a thin layer of sweat. You spread her cheeks and see even more sweat between her soft globes of flesh. You press your face between it. Your tongue licks hungrily at her asshole. You consume every bit of her salty sweat. You act like a man possessed, as if your life depends on cleaning her asshole. She reaches back, puts a hand on your head, and pushes hard. She smothers you with her ass and it's glorious in every way.
You remain there - on your knees with your face between her sweaty ass cheeks - for what feels like an exceptionally long time. You eat her ass vigorously, cleaning up every drop of sweat and tonguing her asshole in what has become your favorite tradition. Your cock throbs - as it always does when you eat her sweaty ass - and she moans, as she always does.
Eventually, she pushes you away, depriving you of the pleasure of her asshole. She pulls up her leggings, spins around, and smiles at her eager, ass eating husband. "I'm going to run ahead," she says. "I want you to wait until your stiff dick has gotten soft and then you can catch up. I really want you to push yourself, though. Run hard to find me, okay?"
"Okay," you say.
Your wife pushes away from the tree and heads back towards the trail. You watch her run and she quickly disappears from your view as you stand up and wait for your cock to go soft. It takes a few minutes, which means you'll have to run particularly hard to catch up with her. You're ready for that, though. You take off at just short of a sprint. It doesn't take long for it to feel as though your legs and lungs are burning. You keep pushing, though. You want to impress your wife with your dedication.
Eventually you see her. She's reached the spot where the trail crosses the road once more. She's waiting at a red light and she's standing next to a tall, handsome, muscular man in a tight t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. You run harder, which leaves you completely out of breath by the time you reach her.
"You made it," your wife says as both she and the muscular man turn to look at you.
You bend over and put your hands on your knees as you gasp for air.
"Is this your husband?" the guy asks.
"It is," your wife replies.
You look up to see him smiling at you before he turns his gaze to your wife once more. He seems to devour her with his eyes and you're fairly certain he's doing so purposefully, almost as if he's taunting you with his desire for her. You're not sure, but you suspect this is the same man she's mentioned flirting with a few times in the past week, the man that she might have given her number to.
"You know, you never did give me your number," he says, answering the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind.
"I didn't," your wife replies. "But you only asked for it once."
You stand up straight but you're still struggling a little to catch your breath.
"And if I asked for it again, would you give me your number?" he asks.
Your wife looks back at you, smiles, and turns to the muscular man standing next to her. "There's only one way to find out."
"I wonder if you're the kind of woman that would give her number to another man while her husband is standing right behind her," he says.
"Well, I'm the kind of woman that just made her husband lick every drop of sweat from her asshole - right back there behind a tree - though I don't know if that helps you figure out if I'd be willing to give you my number with my husband standing right behind us," she explains.
Your eyes go wide as your wife shares a remarkably intimate detail with a man she barely knows. It puts a smile on his face, though, and perhaps that was her intention.
He pulls his phone from his pocket, hands it to her, and says, "Can I have your number?"
Your wife takes it from him, smiles, and says, "Of course you can." She enters her number into his phone and hands it back to him.
He takes his phone and lets his eyes wander over her body. He licks his lips like a man who's quite confident he'll soon be enjoying the body he's eyeing, and then tucks his phone into his pocket, smiles, and says, "Thank you for that. I'll be in touch soon."
The walk signal comes on and he takes off at a remarkable pace, though it doesn't seem to be the slightest bit taxing for him. Your wife turns to you and asks, "Are you ready for more?"
"Did you really give him your number?" you ask, ignoring her question.
Your wife smiles, turns, and takes off. You follow, though she's running faster than you. You're certain she gave him a number of some kind. You're just not sure if it was hers or if she gave him a fake number just to tease you. What's even more confusing is that you're not sure which one you want to be true. Why would you want your wife to give her number to another man? Why would that idea thrill you? You're not sure why, but it seems like your wife might make it so that you have no choice but to explore that particular, confusing desire of yours.
It's after dinner. You're sitting on the couch with your wife's feet in your lap and you're offering a foot massage as you enjoy a glass of wine and a bit of mindless TV. You see her phone screen light up with a notification. She plucks it off the coffee table and a smile slowly creeps across her face as if she's reading something that delights her.
"What is it?" you ask as you run your thumbs from her heel to her toes, switching from one foot to the other to ensure she gets to enjoy a thoroughly pleasurable massage.
"A text from my new friend," she answers.
"The guy you gave your number to?" you ask.
Your wife nods. "He says he can't stop thinking about me ever since we met a little over a week ago. He says I'm on his mind all the time, that he's never seen someone so beautiful, that he can't help but want me."
You're surprised at how forward he's being - he barely knows your wife - but the look on her face makes it seem as though she likes the fact that he desires her.
"What do you think I should text back?" she asks.
"Do you...do you think about him?" you reply.
Your wife looks over the top of her phone, stares into your eyes for a few moments, and nods. "I do. He's a gorgeous man, and his body is perfect. Sometimes I can't help but think about him, especially since he's so flirty when we meet on the trail."
You're not sure what to say. It surprises you that your wife's been thinking of another man, and yet there's an unexpected bit of excitement that comes with it. She seems to sense your excitement as her toes find their way between your legs. She gently massages your cock - it's now half hard - and smiles in a manner that suggests she's quite delighted by your excitement.
"I think I'll tell him that I think about him too," she says before typing out a message to send to her new friend.
She continues to pleasure your cock through your shorts as you massage her foot. You get harder and harder - it's impossible not to - and there's no question she notices as she has a delightful smile on her face. It seems that she's thoroughly enjoying her ability to tease and tempt you with little more than her toes.
"He's asking about you," she says. "He wants to know why a married woman would give her number to another man while her husband was standing there."
"That's a good question," you reply.
She smiles and types out a response.
"What did you say?" you ask.
"I told him that I've recently learned that my husband is a different kind of man, that he seems to enjoy when his wife pursues her pleasures as she sees fit," she replies. "I'm right about that, aren't I? You like sucking for me. You like eating my sweaty ass even though I don't let you masturbate while you're doing it and I haven't yet let you fuck me afterwards."
"Yes, you're right," you answer. It feels a little strange to admit it, but she really is right, and you find genuine pleasure in sucking for her and worshiping her ass, so you see no reason not to admit it, as it might lead to even more pleasure for you, and there's nothing wrong with that.
"This isn't that different," she says. "I flirted with a gorgeous man. I felt desire for him. It made me feel good to flirt with him and to know that he enjoyed flirting with me. So I gave him my number, knowing full well what that meant. Now I'm going to explore the fun I can have. I'm not yet sure what that will mean, but I know that he wants me and I like that."
"Do you...do you want him?" you ask as your cock throbs and your heart pounds in an unexpected manner.
Your wife smiles at you and then turns her attention to her phone. She types out a message and then looks up at you once more. "Yes, I want him," she says. "I just told him so. I told him that I think about him all the time."
"Do you? Think about him all the time, I mean?" you ask.
Your wife nods. "I can't help it. Sometimes I even think about him while I'm masturbating. I think about what it would be like to go home with him after one of my runs, to let him undress me, to let him carry me into his bedroom. I think about our sweaty bodies entwined in his bed. I think about him...well, I think about him fucking me."
Your cock is so hard it hurts and your wife hasn't stopped massaging it with her foot. It's more than just her lusty toe work that has you excited, though. It's her desire for him. It's intoxicating. You're confused by it, but there's no question it makes you feel an unexpected kind of desire.
"You should tell him..." you begin before hesitating.
"Tell him what?" she asks.
"You should tell him that you think about him while masturbating," you reply.
"Oh yeah?" she says. "Do you think he'd like that? Do you think it would turn him on to know that your wife is thinking about him while she plays with her pussy?"
You can't believe how turned on you are. The feeling between your legs is a deep ache, as if a kind of desire you didn't know you could feel has been unlocked. "I know he'd like that."
She smiles and types out a message. She sends it and says, "I want you to eat my pussy. Right now."
You take her pants and panties off and crawl between her legs on the couch. You press your lips against her pussy and massage her clit with your tongue. You lick her vigorously and she puts a hand on the back of your head and moans.
"I told him that I thought about him as I played with my pussy yesterday," she says. "I told him I was in the shower after my run when he popped into my head. I told him I imagined him being in the shower with me, about our bodies entwining, about his strong hands moving over my naked, wet flesh, about his cock getting hard for me, about the two of us fucking in the shower. I told him I masturbated while that fantasy played in my head. I told him I had a massive, incredible orgasm as I thought of him."
Your pleasure intensifies even though your cock isn't being stimulated. It feels stunningly good to rub your crotch into the couch while you eat your wife's pussy as she confesses her fantasy.
"He says he's thinking about that right now," she replies. "And that he's masturbating. He says he's thinking about fucking me in the shower and stroking his cock."
You look up and see that she's typing out a response. You massage her clit with your tongue, doing everything in your power to make her feel good.
"I told him I wanted to see a picture of his cock," she says. "I want to see that he's hard for me. I want to see that he wants me, that he craves me. I want to see that he's thinking about fucking me."
You slip two fingers into her pussy and find her g-spot. You lick her clit rhythmically and your wife moans. Then her moans deepen as she stares at her phone. He must have sent a picture.
"His cock is perfect," she says. "And it would feel so good inside me. Oh, fuck, baby, I'm thinking about it. I can't help but think about it, about having this beautiful cock inside me."
Your wife is thinking about fucking another man and you're turned on. Your desire confuses you, and yet you can't ignore it. It's far too potent for that.
"Baby, make me cum!" your wife says. "Make me cum while I think about him fucking me!"
You do just that. You make your beautiful wife cum while she thinks about another man fucking her. Her body writhes with pleasures as she sets her phone aside, grabs your head in both hands, and rubs her pussy over your lips, chin, and nose while a climax rips through her body.
"Thank you," she says after gently pushing you away from her pussy. "That was incredible."
"It was my pleasure," you reply.
"I know it was," your wife says before picking up her phone and turning it towards you. "This is what I was thinking of as I came."
You stare at the picture of his cock. He's holding it in his hand and it's exceptionally large. You can understand why your wife was so turned on when she saw it.
"I should thank him for the picture," she says before typing out a message. "And for helping me have a much better orgasm." She sends the message, looks at you, and asks, "I can only imagine how good it's going to feel when he actually fucks me."
You're speechless. Is she really going to fuck him? Is she really going to have sex with someone else? And if she does, would you really be against it? Or, is the arousal coursing through your body a sign that you'd actually find it quite pleasurable if your wife fucked someone else?
Comments
William Reece
This is exceptional. The Slow buildup is agonizing, yet I just know it's going to be like a fire exploding into an inferno when the inevitable happens.
