Becca Bellamy
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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life – Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-08-13 06:35:44 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Looking back on it, I know that choosing to sleep with other people is the best decision I’ve ever made. I know it has improved my marriage and my sex life – including the sex Alex and I have – and I know it’s made me a far happier person. That doesn’t mean I knew it was the right decision from the start, though.
Last time I wrote about the fun Alex and I had after I showed him my Tinder profile. We both had damn good orgasms and I genuinely enjoyed giving him head and swallowing for him as he thought about another guy fucking me. We had lots of encounters like that, but things were a bit bumpy too.
It took me a week to start seriously messaging with a few guys – despite having decided to sleep with other people, I was really nervous about it – and that’s when Alex had a, well, let’s call it a crisis of confidence.
I was messaging with a guy named Nathan (or at least that’s what he called himself; you never know on a dating app). He was exceptionally good looking and if his pictures were honest, he had a remarkably fit body. Alex is in good shape, but Nathan was in great shape, or damn near perfect shape. I mention it because Alex got really insecure when he looked at Nathan’s profile.
“Wow, he’s good looking,” was the first thing he said as he flipped through the handful of pictures Nathan had put up.
“He is,” I replied. There was no point in lying about it. At that point I’d already decided that if really good looking guys were eager to sleep with me then I was going to go for it. What would be the point of sleeping with someone less attractive than the guy I was married to, right?
Alex got quiet after that. His eyes remained fixed on my phone’s screen as he read through Nathan’s profile and then went back to his pictures. I truly had no idea what was going through his mind, though judging by the look on his face it wasn’t anything particularly good.
“Is everything okay?” I asked after a solid minute of silence had passed.
Alex looked at me and said, “Can I see the messages? The ones you’ve been exchanging with Nathan?”
“Sure,” I replied.
The truth was, we hadn’t even approached any kind of dirty talk. Nathan was one of the few guys who’d messaged me without being pornographic or puerile, which is precisely why we were chatting. I sort of get why so many guys message with a lurid description of what they want to do with my body, but not once did I have even a shred of interest in those guys, even the really hot ones. I don’t particularly enjoy feeling like a slut – though I know some women do and more power to them – and those messages always made me feel like a slut, so I ended up talking to the guys that treated me like a person instead of a piece of meat.
Anyway, I showed Alex the messages, most of which were the sort of stuff you’d talk about on a first date. The sort of music and movies I was into. What I liked to do for fun. What I did for work. I asked him the same questions and we found some common ground. He made me laugh with a few well-timed gifs and memes and I tried to do the same for him. There was a little bit of flirting in there too – he commented multiple times on how beautiful I was and I was more than happy to tell him how good he looked in his pictures – but all told it was very much like we were going on a first date via text.
I tried my best to read Alex’s face as he looked through the messages. Honestly, it was fascinating. There were moments when insecurity seemed to rise up, moments when he seemed a little bit annoyed, moments when he seemed bored, and moments where he was unquestionably aroused (I’m guessing those were the flirty bits).
“Are you okay?” I asked when he finally gave my phone back.
Alex stared straight ahead for a few seconds and then looked at me and replied, “Yes. I think. I mean, I don’t know. I’m not entirely sure what I’m feeling right now, if I’m being honest.”
“It looked like you were feeling a whole bunch of different things,” I said. “Talk to me about it.” It looked as if Alex found the idea painful, but I pushed. “This isn’t going to work if we can’t talk to each other. I know you’re feeling all kinds of things right now and you need to get them out.”
Alex took a deep breath and it seemed like he was going to say something, but he clammed up.
“Okay, I’ll start,” I said. While I was still nervous about actually sleeping with someone else, I was also fairly certain our marriage would come to an end if we didn’t do something to address my inability to feel sexually satisfied with Alex, so I wasn’t willing to let him not talk about it. “I was thinking of asking Nathan on a date.”
Alex whipped his head my way and his eyes went wide. I’ll bet his pulse started racing, too, though I couldn’t really guess at the source of it. Anxiety? Arousal? Anger? “Really? A date?” he asked. “I thought…I thought you were just going to sleep with people.”
“I am,” I replied. “But I’m not going to jump into bed with a total stranger. I don’t really have any interest in that, to be honest. I know we’ve done a little fantasizing about that sort of thing this week, but I need to know someone a little bit before I sleep with them. It’s always been that way for me. Plus, it’s not the safest thing in the world for a woman to just jump into bed with random guys.”
Alex didn’t respond, but the look on his face made it obvious he’d had an entirely different impression of how this was all going to go down, and I suppose that was fair. I hadn’t laid out my exact plan, mostly because I didn’t have one. Plus, most men would probably be more than happy to fuck a stranger if given permission to have sex outside their marriage.
I took his hand and asked, “Did you think that’s what this was going to be? That I’d pick a guy from Tinder, tell him I wanted to have sex, and go to his place or a hotel room for a quick roll in the hay?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what I was thinking this would be,” he answered. “I mean, I didn’t really think about it, to be honest. I just thought about the act, you know? About the sex. I didn’t think about the other stuff that would go with it, but it makes sense that you’d want to go on a date to find out if there’s any actual chemistry.”
“You’re saying it makes sense,” I replied, “but you still look a little shaken up.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Alex said. “I guess I’m still adjusting.”
I decided to take a risk. A calculated risk, but a risk nonetheless. I decided to see if I could turn Alex on. I was hoping I could overwhelm everything else he was feeling with desire. I was happy to wait before sleeping with someone else, but by that point I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied fantasizing about it for the rest of my life. That was fun, but that sort of thing can only take you so far.
I cuddled up next to Alex – we were in bed at the time –and ran my hand down his chest, though I refrained from actually venturing between his legs. “It turns me on when he flirts with me,” I said. “When he tells me how good I look in the pictures I put up and how beautiful my body is, it turns me on, Alex.”
I kissed his neck and moved my fingers towards his crotch. They brushed against his cock but I moved right past it and caressed his legs. I was on a mission to arouse him, but I wanted to take my time.
“It makes me feel like he wants me,” I whispered. I took Alex’s earlobe between my lips and gently sucked on it. He loves that, especially when I moan while I’m doing it. “And I want him to want me, Alex. I want Nathan to want me.”
I moved my fingers back over his crotch and smiled as I discovered the growth that had occurred between his legs.
“Is that bad of me, Alex? Is it terrible that I want another man to want my body?” I asked. I kissed his neck again, this time a little more aggressively. I still kept my hands off his cock – I wanted him to get hard without being touched – but I was clearly working to turn him on.
“No,” he said. “It’s not bad, Erica. It’s…fuck…it’s not bad.”
That was my signal. I slipped my fingers underneath the waistband of his underwear and they danced through his pubic hair before finding his stiff cock. “Are you sure?” I asked. “It’s okay if it’s bad. It’s okay if you hate that I want Nathan to want my body.”
Alex moaned, and not just because I was stroking him. He was turned on in the same way he’d been turned on over the past week. There was no question he found pleasure in fantasizing about me being with another man. He just needed a little help fully embracing the idea.
“Don’t feel bad,” he said. “It’s not bad…it’s…it’s good.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “It’s good that I want Nathan to want my body?”
“Yes,” he said.
“It’s good that I want him to want to fuck me?” I asked.
Alex groaned in that way men groan when they’re really turned on. It was low and long and lovely in every way.
“I need you to fuck me, Alex,” I said. I rolled onto my back, kicked the covers aside, and pulled my panties off. “Now.”
Alex yanked off his underwear, moved between my legs, and slipped inside me. I grabbed his ass and we kissed as he fucked me just like I wanted. It was vigorous and passionate. It bordered on animalistic, which was exactly what I craved.
We didn’t talk. We simply surrendered to our mutual need to climax while thinking about the very naughty adventure we were about to embark on. I can’t say for sure that Alex was thinking about me sleeping with another man, but I’m fairly certain he was. I know I was. I thought of Nathan between my legs. I thought of his hard body on top of mine. I thought of how good that would feel. I thought of how hot the whole thing would be, including the idea that I’d get to go back to my husband afterwards. It was as if being married was the thing that unlocked the part of me that could get on board for fantasizing about casual sex.
We came together. I managed to hold off until Alex’s moans got to that place that signaled his impending climax. I told him to cum inside me and he unleashed moments later. Every man loves to hear a woman urge him to cum inside her.
He stayed inside me as I held him close. We kissed and whispered the occasional sweet nothing to each other. I still love hearing him tell me how beautiful he thinks I am. He fucked me good, too, and I made sure to let him know.
After he pulled out we showered together and made our way to the kitchen to begin our day. We had breakfast in the backyard and spent the rest of the day lounging about, which made it a perfect Sunday.
