Becca Bellamy
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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 3
🕑 Added 2021-08-13 06:37:21 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
I went on a date with Nathan and…it wasn’t good. It wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t any chemistry. He was good looking and in great shape, but that spark you want to have with someone just wasn’t there.
I was way more disappointed than I should have been. It was just a date, after all. I wasn’t even disappointed that I didn’t get to have sex. It was more that it felt like a reminder of the reality of what I wanted to do. Finding a good sexual partner isn’t all that easy (finding someone to fuck is easy, but finding someone actually worth fucking is harder) and I was kind of bummed out about the whole thing.
In fact, I was bummed out enough that I stopped looking for a little while. I looked through profiles, but every time I saw a guy I liked I’d imagine the date being a total bust and I’d pass on even sending a message.
Then a little bit of magic happened. It was a little over a month after I’d first made my Tinder profile. Alex and I were on Orcas Island for a weekend bachelor/bachelorette combo party. The couple had paid what must have been a huge sum of money to rent a massive compound that included a sizable main house and at least a dozen tiny houses built on the waterfront property. It was staggeringly beautiful and a perfect setting for what ended up being a fairly low key gathering of friends (don’t think of it like a traditional bachelor/bachelorette thing with strippers and shitloads of drinking).
I was attracted to Blake the moment I saw him. He wasn’t even the best-looking guy there. He was just the one I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. He was the one I felt something for before we’d even been introduced. He was the one I actually batted my eyes at when we met and shook hands.
I actually asked him if he’d come with anyone less than a minute after meeting him. I did so because I was thinking I wanted to sleep with him and I was so attracted to him that I couldn’t help myself. The moment the words left my lips I felt overwhelmingly embarrassed at my complete and utter lack of tact. When he told me he’d come alone I gracefully excused myself for fear that I might jump his bones right there on the back porch.
As luck would have it, Blake joined me on that back porch later that night. Alex was inside playing a board game with a handful of the other guys (I told you it was a pretty laid back bachelor/bachelorette weekend) and everyone else had found an activity to occupy them. I’d spent a healthy portion of my day thinking about Blake and I’d stepped out onto the porch to try and clear my mind.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked.
I felt a genuine shiver of desire rush through me at the sound of his voice. Can you believe that? I’d been clear with Alex that I wasn’t going to just jump into bed with a guy, that I needed to go on a date to see if there was chemistry and to make sure I wasn’t going to sleep with a psycho, and here I was getting caught up in genuine, borderline overpowering lust for a guy I’d spoken no more than a few words to.
“Yes, it is,” I said as I kept my gaze focused on the moonlit water (it was legitimately beautiful, though; I could have spent all night staring at it).
“We should sit,” Blake said as he gestured to the porch swing that had clearly been installed for the romantic viewing opportunities it provided.
I thought about politely declining and heading inside, but then Blake took my hand and led me to the porch swing. I sat without question. I’m a little embarrassed to say that I was exceptionally wet at that point. He’d said just a few words and he’d touched me in the friendliest way possible and I was ready to go.
“I feel it,” Blake said as we both stared out at the water.
“Feel what?” I asked.
He took my hand in his again, turned to me, and said, “Whatever is happening between us. Whatever happened the moment we met. I feel it. I’ve felt it all day, Erica.”
I’m sure some of you – perhaps all of you – have felt that kind of attraction before. It’s the sort of attraction that goes beyond thinking someone is good looking. It’s the sort of attraction that feels like every part of your body – from your brain on down – is telling you that you need to be with that person. I felt that attraction to Blake and apparently he felt it with me.
“It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who feels it,” I said.
Blake put his hand on my leg. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and I could feel the warmth of his skin through them. I spread my legs, but just a little. It wasn’t something I did on purpose, though. It just happened, like my subconscious had taken over and was loudly telling Blake that I was on board with whatever he had in mind.
He leaned in and his fingers moved a few inches up my thigh. They moved in small circles as his lips neared mine and I swear it felt like he was fingering me. He was nowhere near my pussy, but I could feel the pleasure.
We kissed a moment later. His lips pressed softly against mine and I reached up and snaked my fingers around the back of his neck. It was electric. It was proof that the attraction was real. Much to my surprise, my desire exploded. It was like everything before it had been a mere appetizer and this was the main course. For a moment I entertained fucking him right there on the porch. That was insane, of course – we would have been caught and it would have happened almost immediately – but the thought crossed my mind.
“I’m staying in one of the tiny houses,” Blake said. “It has a really nice view of the water.”
“Take me there,” I replied. I didn’t give it a second thought. I did what my body wanted.
Blake took my hand and led me down the stairs and across the wide expanse of grass. We reached the shoreline and followed it before coming to a lovely A-Frame tiny house a dozen yards from the water. Blake unlocked it and let me in and I had my shirt off before the door was closed. My pants came next and just like that we were in our underwear and in the bed kissing with intense fervor.
I knew I was doing something a little bit risky. None of our friends knew that I’d made the decision to start sleeping with people outside our marriage, and getting caught fucking Blake would have let everyone know in a way that probably would have been bad for me. I didn’t care, though. I had to have him. I had to feed the unquenchable desire that had blossomed inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
Blake nodded, yanked the little nightstand drawer open, and pulled out a condom. He tore it open while I stripped out of my underwear. He did the same before rolling the condom down his cock. I grabbed him, rolled onto my back, and spread my legs. Blake deftly moved between them and slid inside me with ease. I was truly soaked. I’m certain it was the wettest I’ve ever been.
When he filled me it was a moment of pure bliss. His cock was a little bigger than Alex’s, but it wasn’t the size that mattered. It was that having Blake inside me was the answer to the intense desire I felt. There was also something naughty about doing it while the rest of our friends were scattered around the property that I found thrilling, though in the moment I wasn’t thinking about anything other than how good it felt to have Blake’s body on top of mine and his cock inside me.
“Fuck me,” I said as I ran my fingers down his back and grabbed his ass. “Fuck me, Blake.”
We kissed and he fucked me with exceptional skill. It was dark so I hadn’t really seen much of his body, but it was clear he was in great shape, as he fucked like a man with total body control. There’s something about a good pair of abs that lets a guy use his cock with far greater skill, and Blake demonstrated that as he fucked me.
The sex was passionate in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Alex and I had enjoyed quite a bit of good sex since he suggested I started sleeping with other people, but it was better with Blake, which served to reinforce the idea that I was going to have to be the sort of wife that fucked other people.
Given the intense desire we felt, it was not a lengthy session. I came first – it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes – and Blake followed not long after. My orgasm was better than any I’d had in a long time and it certainly seemed like his climax was of the sort that a man remembers for a while.
He moved to pull out and I grabbed his ass and said, “Stay inside me just a little longer.” He smiled and we enjoyed a rather passionate kiss, almost as if we hadn’t just fucked and we were still stoking our desire for each other.
“You’re incredible,” he said. “That was the best sex I’ve had in a long time.”
“I’d like to do it again,” I replied. “Though not tonight. I have to get back to my husband.”
“Yeah…about that,” Blake said.
“You don’t have to worry,” I interjected. “Our marriage allows me to enjoy other men. I’d rather the rest of the guests not know, but my husband will be thrilled that I found someone to have a little fun with.” I wasn’t so sure about that part in the moment, but there was no need to burden Blake with that.
“Wow. Lucky you, I guess,” he said.
I kissed him again, offering more than a little tongue. He gently moved in and out of me like he absolutely could have fucked me again right then and there. I almost took him up on it, too, but I didn’t want to risk getting caught or having Alex go on a property-wide search for me, so I had Blake pull out, I got dressed, and I excused myself with the promise that we would find a way to have sex again before the weekend was over.
Alex and I were staying at one of the tiny houses too, so I sent him a text and asked him to join me. I told him that I’d been naughty and that I wanted to tell him about it.
Alex managed to get to the tiny house before I did, though he was out of breath when I arrived, indicating he’d shot out of the main house at a full sprint. It was dark so I couldn’t quite tell what he was feeling with regards to the fact that I’d actually gone ahead and fucked someone else.
“Hey,” I said as I approached.
“Hey,” Alex replied. “Did you really do it?”
I nodded and unlocked the door. I stepped inside and Alex followed. I took my clothes off and crawled into the bed. I spread my legs and reached between them, though I only let my fingers dance over my labia instead of going for full-on penetration.
“I fucked Blake,” I said. “He’s staying in one of these tiny houses. We fucked in his bed. I was on my back just like this. He was inside me less than ten minutes ago.”
For a few seconds Alex stood by the door and stared between my legs. I was a little fearful that I’d made a colossal mistake, but then he tore his clothes off faster than any man I’d ever seen.
“I want you,” he said as he crawled between my legs.
“You can have me,” I replied. “I’m yours, Alex. I’ll always be yours.”
He slipped inside me. Immediately I noticed how much nicer his cock felt without a condom. He wasn’t quite as skilled as Blake and I didn’t feel the same level of insane desire, but it was good. It was really good, in fact.
Alex fucked me with a deeper level of intensity than he’d mustered in a long time. I’ve come to understand that he’s the sort of man that thoroughly enjoys reclaiming his wife after she’s been with someone else, and that night I experienced just how pleasurable that can be.
He did cum before I climaxed, though. It was a damn good orgasm – it might have been better than the orgasm Blake had while inside me – and I did get to have a body-shaking climax with Blake’s cock inside me, so I wasn’t exactly disappointed.
Alex noticed, though. “Sorry I came so quickly,” he said.
He moved to pull out and for the second time that night I grabbed a man’s ass and held him inside me. “Stay inside me,” I said. This time I reached down, found my clit, and masturbated as Alex’s cock remained in my pussy.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as I played with my clit.
I moaned and answered, “I’m thinking about the fact that you’re the second man to fuck me tonight. I’m thinking about how hot I find that. I’m thinking about how good it feels to have finally fucked someone else. I’m thinking that I love you for suggesting that I sleep with other people. I’m thinking that I love that my husband’s cock was the second to cum while buried deep inside me tonight!”
I came soon after. It turned out to be a damn good orgasm. It didn’t have the same level of intense desire behind it so it wasn’t quite as powerful as the climax Blake gave me, but I learned that fucking other men was only going to be part of the fun of in the new version of my marriage. Playing with Alex afterwards seemed like it was going to be a great deal of fun too.
“Can I fuck you again?” Alex asked.
“Did it turn you on to hear what I was thinking about?” I replied.
He nodded.
“Would you like me to tell you more while you fuck me again?” I asked.
He nodded again.
“Then fuck me,” I said.
And so he did.
Comments
John Doe
Great story. I love how she's so hungry for her lover and how her husband wants her to find someone who can please her better. It'll be fun if she finds out that hubby wants to hear more and more that the other fellow is so much better.
