Becca Bellamy
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It’s Good to be Married to a Naughty Girl – Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-12-08 07:37:52 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Memories of the previous night flooded Barry’s mind the moment he woke from a surprisingly deep slumber. He thought of Marie and Spencer kissing in the hot tub. He thought of his wife’s desire for his friend and how it seemed that she might have taken it further had the rest of their friends not returned from the store.
Barry thought of how eager Marie had been to fuck the moment she walked into their room, and how good the sex had been. He thought of spanking her ass and talking dirty to her and how much she seemed to enjoy it all.
All that thinking gave Barry a throbbing erection and he glanced at his slumbering wife before reaching into his underwear to wrap his fingers around his shaft. He couldn’t help but note how hard he was and how good it felt to do nothing more than lightly stroke himself.
It felt so good that Barry considered masturbating to completion right there in bed. It would have made a spectacular mess, but that kind of mess was easy enough to clean up as long as he kept it contained to his underwear, and Barry wasn’t thinking much about the mess because of the fog of desire that enshrouded his mind.
He probably would have cum if Marie hadn’t stirred. Barry yanked his hand from his underwear as his wife rolled towards him and put her arm across his chest. He turned to see a sleepy smile on her face as she opened her eyes and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Morning,” Barry replied with a smile.
Marie kissed his cheek again before moving to his neck. She moaned softly and her hand drifted over his chest and stomach and between his legs. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and found his stiff cock. Marie moaned a little louder as she discovered his erection and took him in her hand.
“That feels good,” Barry whispered.
“You’re so hard,” Marie said. “Were you dreaming?”
“I was thinking about last night,” he answered. “I didn’t dream the sex we had, did I?”
“No, you didn’t,” Marie replied as she worked his cock free of his underwear and stroked him in earnest. “Last night happened, and it was good, wasn’t it?”
Barry noted a hint of insecurity in Marie’s voice, like she wasn’t entirely sure he’d be okay with the way she acted and the things they said to each other the night before. She had nothing to worry about, though. In Barry’s mind, it was the best sex they’d had in a long time.
He rolled onto his side, looked into Marie’s eyes, and said, “Last night was amazing, Marie. And you were amazing. Truly. The sex was…it was invigorating. It was so good that it was the only thing I could think about when I woke up. I mean, maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but I was so turned on I was considering masturbating before you rolled over.”
Marie smiled and said, “Yeah? You really liked it that much?”
Barry reached out and slipped a hand under the tight t-shirt Marie had worn to bed. He ran his fingers over the warm, smooth skin of her lower back and worked his way up her torso. He leaned in, hesitated for just a moment, and kissed Marie. Her lips parted instantly and she welcomed his tongue when he offered it. His fingers found her perky breast and he squeezed it just a little harder than usual, eliciting a moan from his beautiful wife.
“I loved fucking my naughty girl,” Barry said softly.
Marie moaned as Barry called back the dirty talk – and the general thrilling tenor of the sex they’d had – from the night before. Their eyes met for a moment and he found her nipple, took it in his fingers, and squeezed hard enough for her to wince.
Marie kissed him forcefully a moment later. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and her fingers once again found their way around his cock. She stroked him vigorously as Barry continued to work her breasts with far greater aggression than he’d ever displayed.
“I need you to fuck me, Barry,” Marie said. “I need you to fuck me right now.”
Barry smiled as he saw the lust all over his wife’s face. He wanted to fuck her too – more than she probably knew – and while he certainly would have enjoyed having sex in their bed, he couldn’t help but want to try something different.
Barry tossed the covers aside and said, “Follow me.” He got out of bed, took off his underwear, and made a beeline for the surprisingly roomy bathroom attached to the bedroom they’d claimed at the rental house. He looked over his shoulder to see Marie scampering after him. She took off her t-shirt and panties and by the time they stepped into the bathroom she was naked just like him.
“Turn the shower on,” Barry instructed. Marie smiled, opened the glass shower door, and did as he desired. “Now come here.”
Marie clasped her hands behind her back and approached slowly, putting a seductive sway in her hips as she held his gaze while closing the short distance between them. Barry pulled his wife close, grabbed two handfuls of her ass, and squeezed hard.
As the room filled with steam he couldn’t help but think of her brief dalliance with Spencer and how arousing he’d found it. His cock throbbed as he pictured Spencer playing with Marie’s breasts in her bikini top. He saw his wife’s hand moving under the water as she no doubt pleasured Spencer’s cock in an act of wild, borderline irresponsible lust. Those thoughts put him in the intensely aroused place he’d found himself the night before and Barry acted on it.
He stepped away from the counter, moved behind his wife, and looked at her in the bathroom mirror. He gently brushed her hair aside, kissed her neck, and ran his fingers from her hips to her breasts before taking the soft, perky, perfect globes of flesh in his hands and playing with them as if he owned them.
“Do you like it when I play with your tits?” Barry asked softly.
“Yes,” Marie replied.
Barry squeezed her breasts harder. “Does my naughty girl like it when I get a little rough with her tits?”
Marie pushed her ass into Barry’s crotch and unleashed a wild moan that answered his question. She looked at him in the mirror and he squeezed hard enough to make her wince in pain, but that didn’t stop Marie from moaning once more. “A naughty girl should be punished,” she said.
Barry’s pulse raced and his cock throbbed as Marie stared at him in the mirror. It was like she was challenging him to push a little deeper into this unexplored avenue of pleasure they’d stumbled into the night before.
“Bend over,” Barry instructed.
Marie couldn’t contain her smile as she bent over the counter. Barry ran a hand over her ass as steam continued to fill the bathroom. His fingers searched between her legs until he found her pussy lips. Marie moaned as Barry slipped inside her with ease.
“You’re soaked,” he said.
“I know,” Marie replied.
Barry knew she was aroused, but the discovery of such wetness between her legs indicated a surprising depth to her desire. “Does being a naughty girl turn you on?” Barry asked as he once again thought of Marie and Spencer.
“Yes,” Marie answered. “It’s so bad, but I can’t help it.”
Barry wondered if Marie was thinking about Spencer too. Was she thinking of kissing him? Was she thinking of his hands on her breasts? Was she thinking of what Barry imagined was the stiff cock that Marie had stroked under the bubbling water of the hot tub?
Barry pulled his fingers from Marie’s pussy and moved directly behind her. He rubbed the head of his cock over her labia and she moaned.
“Please, Barry, fuck me,” Marie begged.
Barry lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass. The sharp sound of his flesh meeting hers filled the bathroom and Marie cried out while simultaneously pushing her ass back in a seeming attempt to get him to fuck her.
“You’re so eager,” Barry said. “But a naughty girl doesn’t always get what she wants. Not right away.”
“Please,” Marie pleaded.
Barry stepped back, took her hand, and led Marie into the shower. Her fingers found his cock as they moved under the hot water that streamed from the rainfall showerhead above them.
“I need you inside me, Barry,” Marie said. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
Barry couldn’t keep Spencer out of his mind in that moment. Was it really him that Marie wanted to fuck, or had her little dalliance simply awakened the lust that had laid dormant in recent years.
“Take me in your mouth,” Barry instructed.
Marie smiled and sank to her knees. She took Barry’s cock into her mouth with a level of enthusiasm she hadn’t displayed in years.
“Fuck, Marie, that’s good,” Barry said as he looked down to admire the sight of his cock disappeared into her mouth. “Take me deeper. Show me that you can suck cock like a naughty girl would.”
Marie moaned around his cock and reached between her legs to play with her pussy as she swallowed as much of Barry as she could. He felt her gag, but she managed to fight it off and nearly deepthroat his shaft. Barry put a hand on the back of her head to hold her in place for a few moments as he enjoyed the remarkable tightness of her throat. He relented the moment she pulled back and when Marie looked up at him she had a bright smile on her face.
“You deserve to get fucked after that,” Barry said.
He helped Marie to her feet and they kissed as Barry drove three fingers into her pussy. He turned his wife until she was leaning against the shower wall and then pulled his fingers from her wetness and spun her around.
“Stick your ass out,” Barry demanded. Marie did as instructed and he plunged into her pussy from behind. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me hard,” Marie said.
Barry’s cock remained in his wife as he reached up and took her warm, wet breasts in his hands. He held on tight while moving in and out of her, delivering the pounding that Marie clearly craved.
“Play with your clit while I fuck your tight little cunt,” he instructed.
“Oh…fuck,” Marie said as she reached down to let her finger dance over her clit.
“Does it feel good?” he asked. “Does it feel good to get fucked from behind like a naughty girl?”
“Yes,” Marie said before unleashing a long, low moan. “Barry, it feels so fucking good. Fuck me harder. Fuck my tight little cunt harder. Pound it. Use me for your pleasure.”
Barry released her breasts and grabbed a handful of her hair. Marie unleashed a wild moan, confirming that Barry’s instincts were right. He pulled back on her hair and fucked her a little harder. The sounds of wet, hard sex filled the bathroom as Barry felt his orgasm approaching.
“Barry…oh, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Marie cried out.
Barry unleashed as his wife’s declaration of pleasure filled the shower. He released her hair, buried his cock deep inside her, and came. Marie turned her head and their lips met for a deep, slow, sensual kiss.
“That was amazing,” Marie said softly as Barry’s orgasm subsided and the last bursts of pleasure escaped from the tip of his cock.
Barry laughed. “It really was.” He almost said that he wasn’t sure what had gotten into his wife, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. He was quite certain that Marie’s brief encounter with Spencer was fueling every bit of the wild desire they’d tapped into, but Barry was just fine with that. After all, Marie had inadvertently unlocked his wild desire in the process.
Barry pulled out and Marie quickly spun around and pressed her body against his. He closed his eyes and held her in his arms as the warm water gently massaged his back.
“I guess it’s a good thing we decided to come on this trip, isn’t it?” Marie said.
Barry chuckled. “It certainly is.” They’d accepted the invitation at the last minute and given what had unfolded, Barry wondered if it might end up being a life changing experience for them. At the very least it would be a thrilling week, and that alone would be well worth it.
“I’ve gotta run into town,” Spencer announced soon after breakfast.
“I’ll go with you,” Barry said. He had no particular reason to do so, but he wanted to talk to his friend.
Spencer seemed unenthusiastic about Barry joining him, but he said, “Sounds good.”
Barry gave Marie a quick kiss on the cheek, wished the rest of their friends a good afternoon, and joined Spencer in the car. “So, I saw what happened last night,” he said as they stopped at the end of the driveway.
A look of panic crossed Spencer’s face before he said, “What do you mean?”
“You and Marie in the hot tub. I saw what happened,” Barry clarified.
Spencer’s grip on the steering wheel tightened for a moment before his shoulders sank and his hands dropped to his knees. “I’m sorry, Barry. I feel terrible about it. I don’t know what I was thinking. I really don’t.”
Barry was surprised at how much he enjoyed Spencer’s discomfort, but he wasn’t actually angry so he saw no reason to make his friend marinate in that feeling any longer than necessary. “I’m not mad,” he said.
Spencer turned to Barry with a look of genuine surprise on his face. “Okay, but, are you sure that you saw what happened last night?”
“You and Marie kissed in the hot tub. You fondled her breasts. She almost certainly stroked you under the water. Is that about right?” Barry asked.
Spencer looked away, grabbed the steering wheel, and turned onto the main road with a laugh. “Okay, yeah, you definitely saw what happened. Let me say again that I’m sorry. But also, why aren’t you mad?”
“After your little dalliance, Marie came up to our room and we had the best sex we’ve had in years, maybe ever. We fucked again this morning and it might have been even better than it was last night,” Barry explained. “I don’t really understand it, but I don’t care. All that matters is that Marie kissing you in the hot tub seems to be the best thing to happen to my sex life in a long time.”
Spencer let out a deep breath as a look of relief washed over his face. He cracked a smile and said, “Well, then, I’m glad I could help.”
“I should be mad at both of you,” Barry said. “But I’m not, and I’m certainly not going to gin up some faux anger just because it’s what I should do. In fact, I was thinking that I wouldn’t object to it if you and Marie found a way to spend a little time together again.”
Spencer shot Barry a confused look before turning his focus back to the road. “Wait, what are you saying?”
“I’m not sure of the specifics, but I guess I’m saying that if Marie wants to hang out in the hot tub again that you should do it,” Barry explained. “Or, I don’t know, maybe she asks you to go on a hike or go somewhere else. She doesn’t know that I saw the two of you, so I’m not really sure what she’s thinking with regards to you. It’s possible she’s not thinking anything at all, but if she is – and if she seems interested – I’m just saying that you can go ahead and entertain whatever desires she might have.”
They pulled up to a stop sign and Spencer turned to Barry with pure disbelief on his face. “Okay, so, just to be clear, you’re telling me that if your wife wants to hook up with me that I should do it?”
“Yes,” Barry answered.
“So, let’s say tonight is like last night. You, me, and Marie are home alone. She says she wants to go in the hot tub. She invites both of us. You say no. I say yes. We have a drink and she gets a little frisky like she did last night. You’re saying you want me to go with it? You want me to do whatever your wife wants?” Spencer asked.
“Yes,” Barry replied, though hearing Spencer spell it out made it all seem a little bit absurd.
“What if Marie wants more than we did last night?” Spencer asked.
Barry hadn’t entirely considered that part, because more than last night would almost certainly mean something far more sexual. Would Marie want that? Would she want to fuck Spencer? Would she want to stroke his cock or go down on him? Would she want him to finger her or go down on her? If she wanted some or all of those things, would Barry really be okay with it?
“Then you should give her more,” Barry answered. He was following his instincts and they told him that he wouldn’t be angry if Marie wanted more, that anything that might inspire more of the sex they’d had last night and that morning was a good thing.
“Barry, you’re saying that I should fuck your wife if that’s what she wants. Is that right?” Spencer asked.
Barry imagined Marie sitting on the edge of the hot tub with her legs spread. He thought of Spencer sliding his cock into her pussy and fucking her while he watched from the window above. The imagery inspired quite a stir of arousal between his legs, which meant there was only one answer to Spencer’s question.
“Yes, that’s right,” Barry said.
“Okay, well, good to know,” Spencer replied.
Barry looked over to see a smile on his friend’s face. Spencer was interested, even if he wasn’t going to say it. Of course he was interested, though. Of all their friends, Spencer was unquestionably the one that wouldn’t have any problem fucking someone else’s wife, particularly if he was encouraged to do so.
The only question was whether or not Marie was actually interested, and if she was, would she try and make it happen. Barry couldn’t help but hope that she would.
