Becca Bellamy
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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 5
🕑 Added 2021-12-03 07:48:38 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Things changed after my first hotwife experience. Fucking Blake – and the supercharged passion and pleasure with Alex that followed – was so much better than I expected it would be, and that made me absolutely certain that I was meant to be a hotwife.
The supercharged passion with Alex stuck around for a few weeks, and in that time we fucked every day (sometimes more than once a day). Sometimes we’d talk about my experience with Blake and sometimes we’d just have sex. We fucked all over the house, too. It was thrilling in every way sex is supposed to be thrilling, and it was all fueled by my having stepped outside our marriage with Blake.
The experience – both with Blake and with Alex afterwards – upended some of what I’d thought before I took the plunge and slept with someone new. It made me hungry to try all kinds of new things, not just to settle into a series of long term sexual relationships with guys. I did a 180 on the slut thing – I still don’t want to feel like a man’s piece of meat, but now I get the whole ‘ethical slut’ thing and why some women find it a joyously empowering thing to embrace.
There was a night with Alex that’s worth mentioning. It was two weeks after we’d gotten back from our little excursion that included my first hotwife experience. I was on my phone in bed and Alex had just gotten out of the shower. A few hours beforehand we’d had sex – really good sex – and he was still flying high on the rush of it.
Alex put on his underwear and crawled into the bed next to me. He glanced at my phone and saw that I was browsing a swingers dating app (a little research had clued me into swingers dating sites as being a great place to find guys that have experience sleeping with married women).
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I turned and saw a look on his face that toed the line between concerned and annoyed. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I replied.
Alex sat up, pouted just a little, and said, “It looks like you’re looking at a catalog of guys.”
I truly didn’t understand why he was both annoyed and pouty. I’d soon find out though. “Alex, what’s the problem?” I asked.
“There’s no problem,” he said in that way that made it clear there was at least a little bit of a problem.
“Alex, I’m looking for a potential partner to play with,” I said. “And it seems like that’s a problem for you. I mean, you’re sitting there with your arms crossed and you’ve got this sad look on your face. So, can you please talk to me?”
Alex took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and said, “I guess some part of me thought – or hoped, really – that you’d gotten it out of your system. I mean, things have been really hot between us again, right? So I guess I just figured that things would stay that way.”
I felt a little foolish for not seeing it sooner. Alex had certainly enjoyed the fruits of my hotwife experience with Blake, but he was still a man like most and he clearly hadn’t come entirely around to the idea of me spending the rest of our marriage fucking other people.
“Oh, Alex, I’m sorry,” I said. “This isn’t something I’m going to get out of my system. If anything, the experience with Blake – and everything between us since then – has proven to me that it’s not possible to get this out of my system, that if anything I should have done this sooner.”
Alex looked dejected, and for a few moments I couldn’t help but join him. I didn’t want to lose my husband, but I’d just spent the past two weeks in a place of genuine bliss and I wasn’t willing to give that up, either.
“You’ve really enjoyed the past few weeks, right?” I asked.
Alex looked at me and nodded with hope once again in his eyes. “It’s been great, Erica. Hasn’t it?”
I nodded and took his hand. “Alex, it’s been incredible, but you have to know that it’s been fueled by what happened with Blake. Having sex with him ignited something inside both of us and we ran with it. That’s not the sort of thing that lasts for five, ten, or twenty years. It’s the sort of thing that lasts for a few weeks, maybe a little longer, and then fades, and that’s how it should be. Once it fades, things will go back to the way they were and I’ll go back to feeling that same suffocating thing I was feeling before.”
Again Alex looked dejected, and with good reason, I suppose. I’d just told him that it wasn’t possible for him to make me feel the way I needed to feel. What man wouldn’t find that disappointing?
“Don’t you want to have more sex like we had the past few weeks?” I asked. “Hasn’t it been pretty close to the best sex of our lives?”
Alex nodded and smiled, thought just a little. “It has been.”
“Alex, look at me,” I said. He turned and our eyes met. “I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make you feel good. I know I’m being selfish by insisting that I get to sleep with other people, but I’m not going to leave you out. You’re not going to be relegated to jerking off while I’m out with other guys. I promise, Alex, I’ll make you feel good. It might not always be perfect, but you won’t be unsatisfied.”
“I just…I just have to accept that I can’t satisfy you,” he replied.
It was rough, but there was only one response to that. “Yes,” was all I said. It was true, though. I knew Alex wanted to satisfy me – which he could do under certain circumstances, but not in a long term way –that he wanted to be enough for me, but he couldn’t be. It just wasn’t possible. That was a shortcoming of mine, in a way, but it was also reality.
“Have you...have you found anyone you like?” he asked.
“You don’t have to do that,” I replied. “I know this is hard for you and I appreciate you being willing to do indulge me at all, but you don’t have to do that.”
Alex looked away and took a deep breath. “You know what’s hardest for me? It’s knowing that I like it. That’s the part that I’m really struggling to wrap my head around. I mean, do you remember when you said that you would have been a slut for Blake all weekend long?”
I smiled. “I believe I said I’d have been his insatiable slut, in fact.”
“Yeah, well, that was a huge turn on for me, especially in the moment. And now I get turned on when I think about you being with Blake. Every single time I think about it I get turned on and I just…I don’t know, it’s hard for me. It’s…honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing,” Alex explained.
“Embarrassing because you like it?” I asked. He looked at me and nodded. I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I scooted a little closer, took his hand in mind, and rested my head on his shoulder. “It probably doesn’t help if I tell you not to be embarrassed, but you shouldn’t be. I certainly don’t think any less of you, if that matters at all. If anything, it makes me feel like you’re an even better husband than I thought. Your eagerness to make me happy is a quality most married men don’t actually possess.”
“Yeah?” Alex asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Absolutely. I know you’re making a sacrifice, Alex. I’d like to think that you’ll benefit from this in the long run – and in the short too, if I’m being honest – but I know that this is unusual. Please understand that I don’t think any less of you, though. If I did, I don’t think we’d have had quite as much sex as we’ve had over the past few weeks. Sex that I’ve really enjoyed, by the way.”
“I’ve enjoyed it too,” Alex said with a smile.
“I know you have, and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I replied. “You’re certainly welcome to feel that, of course – I can’t stop you – but you don’t have to.”
Alex turned and kissed my head and I ran my fingers up and down his arm. We stayed like that for a few minutes, in fact, and it was really quite nice.
“So, have you found someone?” he asked.
I smiled. It wasn’t so much that he’d asked the question as it was the tone of his voice as he asked it. As much as it embarrassed him, Alex couldn’t help but like the idea that I’d already found someone else to fuck.
“I’ve been messaging with a handful of guys,” I answered. “One or two of them seem like they’d be a lot of fun to play with.”
“Yeah? What makes it seem like they’d be fun?” Alex asked.
I thought of one of the guys I’d chatted with. He was married and both he and his wife were free to play with other people. At the very bottom of his profile he made mention of his size being well above average and I couldn’t help but feel intrigued by it. I know that sounds so shallow, but I’ve never been with someone that I would describe as well above average and I can’t help but want to know what it would be like.
“Well, one of the guys mentioned having…well, having a lot more to work with than most guys,” I said.
“You mean he’s got a big dick?” Alex asked.
I laughed. “Yes, that’s what I mean.”
“Is that something that interests you?” Alex asked.
“Well, I’ve never been with someone that has a genuinely big dick,” I said.
Alex shifted a little and I looked up at him to see that he was feeling…something. “And you, you want that?” he asked. “A big…a big dick?”
“I want to try it,” I said. “I’ve…well, I’ve heard my friends talk about it every once in a while, and I’ve seen women talking about it online, and everyone seems to agree that there’s something really, really nice about getting fucked by a guy with a big dick. Some of them say it’s not something they’d want all the time, that it can be a bit exhausting, but that every once in a while it’s the kind of thing that can make you cum like you’ve never cum before.”
Alex reached out and ran his fingers over my thigh. His touch was soft and gentle, though he stayed away from my crotch.
“So, this guy, the one with the…the big dick, are you going to meet him?” Alex asked.
I wanted to meet him. I’d been chatting and flirting with him for a week and I really liked him. He was good looking – at least if his pictures were honest – and while he hadn’t posed any pictures of his dick (that’s a good sign, as guys who gleefully share dick pics are almost always assholes), he certainly seemed genuine and there was good reason to believe he wasn’t lying about what rested between his legs.
“How would that make you feel?” I asked as I spread my legs a little. “If I met him? If I met him and I ended up liking him. How would it make you feel if I got fucked by a guy with a big dick?”
Alex’s hand moved to my inner thigh as he correctly read that I wanted him to touch me there. I let my fingers wander between his legs and found that his cock had grown a little.
“I want you to be happy, Erica,” Alex said.
“I know you do, Alex,” I replied as his fingers inched closer to my crotch. “But that’s not an answer to my question. I want to know how you’d feel if I got fucked by a guy with a big dick.”
I stroked Alex through his underwear and he groaned. He was turned on. There was no question about that, but I was genuinely interested in knowing more. Was it the idea of someone else’s big dick being inside me that turned him on, or was it just that he was really getting into the idea of me fucking another guy regardless of dick size.
“Erica, I don’t know how I feel,” Alex said. “I feel nervous about it. I feel excited. I feel a little panicky, to be honest. I feel like I’d really like to fuck you again, too.”
I slipped my hand into his underwear and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I kissed his neck and moaned just a little before asking, “Why do you feel nervous, Alex?”
“What if you love it so much that you decide you can’t live without it?” he asked.
“It’s you I can’t live without, Alex,” I answered. “I might end up loving the feel of a big dick in my tight pussy, but there’s only one thing in my life I can’t live without.”
Alex moaned and his cock surged in my hand and I was certain it wasn’t because I’d just expressed my love for him. He liked the idea of me loving a big dick, and I’m pretty sure he liked that I called it my tight pussy. Dirty talk is always fun, after all.
He turned to me and his fingers worked their way into my panties. He found my clit and it was my turn to moan. One little touch is all it took to set off what felt like spectacular fireworks between my legs. I was, unsurprisingly, rather turned on.
“Erica, I want you,” he said.
“Again?” I asked playfully.
“Yes, again,” Alex said.
“Then take your underwear off,” I replied.
Alex took his underwear off and I did the same. I straddled him, sat across his thighs, and took his stiff cock in my hand once more. I felt sexy and powerful and he had this look in his eyes like he was willing to let me do whatever I pleased.
“You have a nice cock, Alex,” I said. “You really do.” He looked up at me and moaned as I stroked him a little faster. I held his gaze and said, “But I want to try something bigger. I want to try something longer and thicker. I want to fuck someone with a big dick. I want him to stretch out my tight little pussy.”
The look on Alex’s face was incredible. He wasn’t cumming, but it looked like he was right on the verge of an orgasm, like I’d tapped into some sort of vein of pleasure that he’d never explored before.
I took him inside me. I was soaked and he was stiff and he slipped into me with ease. I leaned forward and he kissed and sucked on my breasts as I bounced on his cock. It was wild, passionate sex fueled by this desire we’d uncovered together. It was great, too. It was the kind of sex I’d longed for and now I was having it because I’d just told my husband I wanted someone with a bigger dick to stretch me out.
We came together. I came hard. Really hard. It was the kind of orgasm that had my body shuddering with pleasure. Based on the noises he emitted and the look on his face, Alex came hard too. Really hard.
“That was really good,” I said with a soft chuckle as we both came down from our orgasms.
“No kidding,” he replied.
I didn’t say anything, but I was absolutely going to get in touch with the guy I’d been messaging. If sex with Alex was that good just talking about, what would it be like after I’d fucked the guy with the big dick? I didn’t know, but I wanted to find out.
