Becca Bellamy
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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 4
🕑 Added 2021-08-29 06:30:33 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Blake and I fucked as many times as we could during that weekend on Orcas Island. We got up earlier than everyone else to fuck. I snuck out of our tiny house in the middle of the night to fuck him. We lagged behind on a group hike to fuck (that one was really dumb, but I’d caught some kind of sexual fever that weekend and I couldn’t help myself).
We fucked seven times in two and a half days, and I ended up fucking Alex three times, which meant my pussy had an extraordinarily active weekend. I think the fact that Blake was from out of town played a part in my lust. I knew it was unlikely I’d see him again so I figured I’d go all in and enjoy him as much as possible while I felt that wild desire coursing through my body.
“That was a crazy weekend,” Alex said on the ferry ride off the island.
“It was,” I replied with a smile as we both stared at the beautiful view from the ferry. “Are you okay? I mean, it seemed like you were excited about it, of course, but I also know I didn’t really take much time to check in while we were there.”
“Well, so far I think I’m okay with it,” Alex answered. “I mean, I really enjoyed the sex we had and there was no question I was thinking about what you’d done with Blake while we fucked. That first time when you rushed into the house at night and basically just took me inside you, well, it was pretty wild, honestly. I think that’s actually when I got a much better sense of why I can’t actually give you everything you need.”
“Really?” I asked.
Alex kissed the back of my hand and smiled. “Those feelings, that crazy, wild kind of desire I felt and that I’m pretty sure you felt, that’s the thing that was missing from our sex life. It’s the thing that I think goes missing from pretty much everyone’s sex life if they’re together long enough.”
“And it’s the thing I need,” I said, finishing his thought.
“Is it?” he asked.
I nodded. He was right on the money. “Does understanding it better change anything for you?”
“I think so,” Alex said. “It’s weird. On the one hand, I’m grappling with this knowledge that I can’t give my wife what she needs. On the other hand, I know that no man could give you that, not over a long period of time, at least. You’re either different from most women, or you’re like most women – and men, I suppose – but you’re just unwilling to accept the side effects of a couple’s sex life changing as they’re together longer.”
I honestly wasn’t sure which I was. I’m well aware that things cool off when you’re together for a long time – it’s mostly a hormonal thing – but it happened a lot quicker for me than it seems to for most people, so maybe I really am different.
“Here’s the thing, though,” Alex continued. “Blake’s been staring at you for most of the ferry ride and I don’t feel annoyed or angry. I feel a little bit turned on. I know he’s staring because he wants to fuck you again. Another man wants to fuck my wife and I’m aroused.”
I’d noticed Blake staring too but I’d resolved not to say anything about it. It seemed like it would be impolite – at best – to tell Alex that I just had to fuck Blake one more time before the ferry docked.
“I don’t know if this is true or if it will hold true going forward, but I think my arousal is almost a Pavlovian response,” Alex said.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” I replied.
“The sex we had this weekend. The sex you and I had. It was incredible, Erica. It was unquestionably the best sex we’ve had in a year, maybe longer. I know that incredible sex was the result of you fucking Blake all weekend, so I see him staring at you – and I see you glancing at him every now and then, by the way – and my body responds because of the memory of the sex we had. My body seems to want you to fuck Blake again because it means there’s a chance we’ll get to have that kind of sex again,” Alex explained.
I’m pretty sure Alex was telling me that he’d be on board with me fucking Blake on the ferry. He probably would have been fine with me kissing him on the cheek, getting up, and beckoning Blake to join me in the bathroom so we could explore our intense sexual chemistry one more time before he flew home.
That’s not what I wanted, though. I’m not sure why, but what I wanted in that moment was to fuck my husband. “Let’s go,” I said as I took his hand.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“To the bathroom,” I said.
Alex followed behind me and asked, “What?”
I stopped, spun around, and explained, “Alex, you’re going to fuck me in the bathroom. I want you to fuck me in the bathroom. I want to fuck me hard and cum inside me. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me as we drive home. Will you do that for me?”
He nodded and we rushed towards the bathroom. Thankfully, it was down a small and fairly dark hallway so we could both enter without it being too conspicuous. I hopped on the counter, pulled my skirt up, and yanked my panties aside before pulling Alex close to kiss me.
“You liked fucking my pussy after Blake had been inside me, didn’t you?” I asked as I worked his belt off.
For a moment Alex looked surprised at the dirty nature of my question, but a smile soon crossed his face as he realized what kind of sex we were going to have. “I did,” he said. “Your pussy has never felt better. You were so fucking wet and hot. You were wild, too. It was like Blake got you warmed up but you needed more to satisfy your desire.”
I unzipped his pants and they fell to his knees as we kissed. His cock was hard and there was even a little precum dripping from the tip, so it didn’t take much effort to take him inside me.
“I think your wife might be an insatiable slut sometimes,” I said.
Alex groaned and fucked me hard. I think he liked that I called myself a slut. I kind of liked it, to be honest. Sometimes it’s fun to be a little bit filthy.
“I certainly was this weekend,” I said. “I couldn’t get enough of Blake’s cock. I fucked him seven times this weekend. I would have fucked him more if it had just been the two of us at that massive house. I wouldn’t have put my clothes on all weekend. I would have given Blake my body and told him to do whatever he wanted with me all weekend long. I would have been his insatiable slut!”
Sometimes, sex on a bathroom counter ends up feeling like a bad idea. This was not one of those times. It was incredible. Alex fucked me like a wild man as I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight. The sounds of sex filled the bathroom and I wasn’t shy about moaning. I didn’t give a fuck. I was lost in pleasure.
“I love that you were an insatiable slut,” Alex said as he pounded me. “I fucking love it.”
In the moment, I honestly loved thinking about myself as an insatiable slut. It felt naughty and a little bit sexy. It was just another way of exploring my newfound freedom by taking a term that’s usually used to denigrate women and turning into a source of arousal for both of us. I’ve learned that I really enjoy that sort of thing, and in that bathroom I was absolutely getting off on it.
“Now I’m your slut,” I said. “My pussy is yours to fuck. My pussy is yours to fill with your cum.”
Every little bit of dirty talk I offered seemed to turn him on, which turned me on. It was a beautiful, virtuous cycle that ended up enhancing both our orgasms.
“Erica, fuck, I’m close,” Alex said.
“Cum inside me,” I replied. “Alex, cum inside me!”
I let the floodgates open. I’d been ready and was holding back, so when Alex got close I unleashed my orgasm. I actually screamed. It was good enough that I couldn’t help but scream. I didn’t care that people definitely heard. It didn’t matter.
Alex grunted and groaned as he came inside me. Memories of a beautiful weekend filled with sex rushed through my head and I held him close as his body trembled with pleasure.
He pulled out and I pulled my panties over my pussy. It would be messy, but I was serious about wanting to feel him leaking out of me. There was something about that I found really sexy.
Alex pulled his pants up, tucked his cock back into them, and zipped up. For some reason I flushed the toilet. I guess I figured if someone was waiting outside they’d think we were actually using the bathroom and not fucking.
Thankfully, no one was waiting right outside the door. We did get a few smiles as we left that little hallway, though. I saw a few of our friends give us particularly big smiles. I’m guessing we were even louder than we thought. I didn’t see Blake again. I’m not sure if he saw us head for the bathroom together and got the hint that he wouldn’t be fucking me again or if he just gave up, but we left the ferry without seeing him.
I was feeling wild enough that I ended up giving Alex a blowjob on the drive home. A trucker even blew his horn as he saw my head bobbing up and down in my husband’s lap. It was so trashy, but I fucking loved it. I’m certain he loved it too.
We fucked again that night when we got home. I initiated that one. Alex was ready for bed and I rolled over and slipped my hand into his boxers. I wanted him one more time, but I also wanted to reinforce the idea that me sleeping with other people would actually be really good for him.
“Did I tell you about fucking Blake on the hike?” I asked.
Alex smiled. “You told me it happened. You didn’t really go into detail, though.”
“We’d actually gotten behind everyone by accident,” I said. “I’d tweaked my ankle – not bad enough to stop but it hurt a little – so we told them to go ahead. I ended up nearly falling over at one point and Blake caught me. Normally a guy would just help a girl to her feet and let her go in that situation. Blake didn’t, of course. He pulled me close and then his hands moved to my breasts. For a second I was scared that someone would see, but we were alone on the trail and I turned my head to kiss him.”
Alex groaned and I kissed him. I wasn’t sure if he was feeling a little jealous or insecure so I put my tongue in his mouth. It seemed to work as I felt his cock swell up in my hand.
“That was all it took for me,” I continued. “I dragged him off the path and behind a particular big boulder. I dropped to my knees, yanked his shorts down, and took him in my mouth. It was wild and dumb and we definitely ran the risk of getting caught, but I was too horny to care, Alex. I needed him in my mouth. I needed to feel him getting hard. I needed to see that look on his face as I sucked his cock.”
“Fuck, Erica,” Alex said.
That was actually the first time I’d gone into great detail about one of my hookups with Blake but Alex really seemed to like it.
“After a few minutes I needed to get fucked,” I continued. “I’d actually brought a condom – I was prepared to be naughty – and I tore it open and rolled it down his cock. I stood, spun around, and bent over. I put my hands on the boulder and I told him to fuck me from behind. I told him to fuck me hard, too.”
The look on Alex’s face told me he was thoroughly enjoying my story, but I wanted to get fucked.
“Alex, baby, will you fuck me from behind?” I asked.
He smiled and nodded. “Hell yes I will,” he said.
I got on my hands and knees in our bed and Alex moved behind me. He rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy lips and slipped inside me. I was soaked. Completely soaked. I was so turned on I could have taken one of those ridiculously huge dildos inside me with ease.
“Fuck me, Alex,” I said. “Fuck me hard.”
Alex fucked me and he fucked me hard. Doggystyle is not my favorite position, but I like it from time to time. I’m especially fond of being fucked hard from behind. It pushes me into a slightly more submissive place and sometimes I really like that. Alex delivered on that. I don’t know if he was driven by a desire to fuck me better than Blake did or if he was just hugely turned on and he’d been given permission to fuck me as hard as he wanted and I don’t care. It felt great.
“I let Blake cum on my ass in the woods,” I said. “He asked if he could and I said yes. I said he could cum all over my ass, Alex. He pulled out and he fucking covered my ass in his load.” He had. I was so turned on when he was fucking me that I was absolutely into it. It felt slutty in a way that I really liked, obviously. I played with my pussy and came while he was climaxing on my ass. It was exquisite and I wanted to do it again.
“Can I cum on your ass?” Alex asked.
“Yes, please, Alex, cum on my ass. Cum all over my ass,” I said.
Alex dug his fingers into my hips and fucked me hard enough that it hurt a little. It was incredible. I honestly didn’t expect that sleeping with other guys would supercharge sex with my husband, but it certainly did that first weekend.
He pulled out and unloaded on my ass and I played with my clit and had yet another incredible orgasm. It was the perfect way to end our weekend and, in hindsight, that weekend was the perfect way to begin my life as a hotwife.
Comments
John Doe
I like it. More of this story (I love her 'going for it' without asking her husband) and more of the "Hotwifing is the spice their marriage needed" story as well, please. I love when the wife, sometimes despite her best intentions to the contrary, falls for her lover, then goes head over heels for him with hubby eventually being pussy-free.
