Only Me

by Vivian Ward

  The emotion that surprised me the most was the jealousy. I was very jealous that another man had just been with my wife. It was a jealousy that I could feel deep within the pit of my stomach. The funny thing about it was that it wasn’t the typical jealousy that someone would feel. It wasn’t a bad feeling.

  I actually liked the jealous feeling that I had and know that I want the whole thing to happen again. The sense of jealousy and angst were like a drug, and I knew that all it took was one hit to become addicted.

  The best part about the experience was the fact that it was unexpected. When Kayla was going out before, I knew there was a chance that something could happen. This experience came as a total surprise. The last I knew, she was done with the whole thing. Receiving that call from her was the last thing I ever would have expected. The surprise element was definitely what turned me on the most.

  As I’m sitting in my seat, my cell phone begins to ring. It was Kayla. I had to fight with myself not to answer the call. I wanted to talk to her so bad so we could discuss what had happened. I also wanted to know how the experience was from her end. Regardless of how bad I wanted to answer the call, I allowed it to go to voicemail. I wanted the fact that I was on my way home to her to be a surprise.

  23

  Kayla

  Why wasn’t Dillon answering his phone? I called him several times and each time got the same result. It would ring four times before going to his voicemail. Something wasn’t right, and I didn’t like it.

  I paced around the house wondering whether or not I’d made a mistake. I knew what room he was in, so I called the hotel and asked to be transferred. The phone just rang and rang. Dillon is an incredibly light sleeper, so there was no way he had gone back to bed and was sleeping through his phone ringing. Besides, how could he sleep after all of that? I had so much adrenaline flowing through my veins and knew he had to have the same feeling as well.

  He couldn’t be mad at me, could he? This whole thing had been his idea, so it wouldn’t be fair to me if he were pissed off that I’d gone through with it.

  There was always the possibility that he was upset because I did it behind his back. He always knew when I was out on dates and things like that, so maybe he didn’t like the fact that he wasn’t kept in the loop. If that was the case, I could understand it, but I thought that doing it the way I did would make him happy.

  I was looking directly into his eyes when we were on our FaceTime call. He didn’t look mad then. There wasn’t even a hint of anger in his eyes. I saw excitement, but there was nothing that would have told me he was mad.

  Frustration was starting to get the best of me, and I was getting worried that I’d messed everything up. I needed to talk to him, and I didn’t care how many times I had to call. I was going to blow his phone up until he answered me. If I had pissed him off, I deserved to hear him say it instead of giving me the silent treatment. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

  DILLON

  My phone was ringing as I walked into the front door. As I closed it behind me, I heard footsteps running in my direction.

  “Dillon! What the hell?” Kayla yelled as she came running towards me, throwing her arms around me and kissing me before she punched me in the arm.

  “What was that for?” I asked, playfully rubbing my arm as though the punch had hurt me.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve called you?”

  “I figured you’ve probably been calling a lot. I had to turn my phone off during the flight, so I probably missed most of them.”

  “Why in the hell are you here? You have that whole conference in front of you. Are you flying back in the morning?”

  “No, I’m going to skip the conference this year.”

  “Can you do that?”

  “Of course I can do that. It’s not like there’s some requirement that says you lose your license to practice medicine unless you attend every medical conference, I laughed. “Besides, I’m right where I need to be right now.”

  Kayla wrapped her arms around me again, burying her head in my chest.

  “You know I love you, right?” she asked, looking up at me with big, beautiful puppy dog eyes.

  “I love you too. That’s why I’m here.”

  “Don’t ever make me think that you’re mad at me again, especially after something like that.”

  “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t want you to think I was mad at you. I just didn’t want you to know I was coming home. I wanted to surprise.”

  “You surprised me after giving me anxiety all night.”

  “Come here,” I tell her as I hug her again and kiss her on her forehead. “I didn’t mean to leave you wondering. I just wanted to see the excitement on your face when I got home. I love you so very much, and I could never tell you that enough.”

  “I love you too, Dillon.”

  “I can’t believe you did it.”

  “I know, I’m still in shock myself.”

  “What happened to not wanting to do it anymore?”

  “Oh, I came across a guy who was the exact opposite of the asshole that wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was polite and respectful and was more than willing to put on a show for you.”

  “I was so surprised when I picked up my phone.”

  “You should have seen your face. I thought your jaw was going to hit the floor.”

  “Just so you know, it was fucking hot.”

  “Yeah? You should have been on my end of it,” she laughed.

  “You know that the experience is not completely over for you, right?”

  “What do you mean?” she asked with a look of genuine confusion on her face.

  “I’m not here just because I wanted to see you. I’m here because I need to reclaim you. I’m here because I couldn’t wait to take back what’s mine. Come with me.”

  I stood up, grabbed her hand, lifted her from the couch and led her to the bedroom.

  24

  Kayla

  In all the years that we’ve been married, I had never seen that look in his eyes. It was a look of hunger and desire, and while I know that he’s desired me plenty in the past, this look was different. There was a fire behind them that I don’t think I’d ever seen before then.

  When he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch, I could feel an electricity in his touch. As we walked to the bedroom, he pulled me in front of me and gave me a hard swat on my ass. I yelped, but I loved it. I’ve always wanted him to be more physically dominant with me, and that was one hell of a good start.

  As soon as we got into the bedroom, he grabbed me by the face and kissed me harder than he’d ever kissed me before. It was the kind of kiss you’d give someone if you’d been apart for a year and are seeing each other again for the first time.

  Releasing his lips from mine, Dillon grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed me down onto my knees. Up until that point, he wasn’t saying anything to me. He didn’t have to. He was maneuvering me into whatever position he wanted me in, and I was more than happy to follow his lead.

  Positioned where he wanted me, he slid off his pants, grabbed another handful of my hair and shoved his already stiff cock into my mouth. I started to move my mouth back and forth on it, but he stopped me. Instead, he held my head still and fucked my mouth.

  I was amazed by the aggressiveness he was showing. I didn’t think he had it in him, but it was hot. Over and over, he plunged his thick dick into the back of my throat while I fought my gag reflexes with all I had. At one point, I couldn’t help but gag, and he responded by pushing his cock even deeper into my throat.

  “Did he go down on you?”

  “What?” I asked, not sure I heard him correctly.

  Dillon pulled his dick out of my mouth.

  “Did he lick your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did he make you cum while he licked your pussy?”

  “No.”

  “Amateur.”

  He lifted me off the floor, kissed
me hard again, and then threw me down onto the bed. He raised the lace nightgown I was wearing, pulled my panties to the side and buried his head between my legs.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head almost instantly as his tongue started lapping up all of my juices. There was something incredibly erotic about the fact that my husband had his tongue exactly where another man had been earlier in the evening.

  He used one hand to spread my lips apart while the other was used to slide two fingers inside of me. Up and down and side to side, his tongue moved in a constant motion while he slowly began to move those fingers in and out of my tight hole.

  Kevin was pretty damn good when it came to oral, but I doubted anyone would ever be able to compare to Dillon. He knew the right spots to touch and the exact ways to touch me. His tongue knew exactly how to move to make me feel good.

  I started to moan and grabbed a handful of my husband’s hair. Dillon knew exactly what that meant. He was aware that hair grab meant I was getting close. He also knew exactly what to do to put me over the edge.

  Using the hand that had been spreading my lips, he lubricated his middle finger with my wetness and slid it right into my ass. The new sensation brought me right to the brink, so Dillon curled his fingers inside my tight hole, pressing directly against my g-spot.

  That was all it took for me to lose control. My legs began to shake, and my moaning turned into loud screams of pleasure.

  “Fuck, Dillon! I’m going to cum all over your face.”

  The curling of his fingers continued as he pushed up against my g-spot more and more. My hips rolled involuntarily as I threw my head back and let the sensations take over my body.

  I came for what felt like forever. Every time I thought I was done, Dillon would press up with his fingers again, sending another wave of orgasms through my body. Even as I started to become sensitive, he wouldn’t stop. He only stopped when he decided I had had enough.

  Once he slid his fingers out of my pussy, he climbed on top of me and kissed me. This was a change as he never kissed me after oral and I loved it. I could smell myself on him, and I enjoyed the way I tasted on his lips and his tongue.

  From out of nowhere, he grabbed me around the outside of my thighs and yanked me forcefully to the edge of the bed.

  “Now it’s time to take back what belongs to me,” he told me in a stern tone.

  The tone of his voice was one that I had never heard him use before. It was demanding and dominating. More than anything else, it was hot as hell.

  Positioned on the edge of the bed just how he wanted me, he spread my thighs apart and pushed himself into me. I moaned out in surprise because, again, it was out of character for him. He usually did things like rubbing his head on my clit and teasing before he slowly entered me inch by inch. Instead, he pushed himself all the way into me, nearly taking my breath away.

  “Who’s pussy is this?” he asked.

  “It’s yours, Dillon,” I moaned.

  “I said who does this pussy belong to?” he demanded, pounding into me harder.

  “It’s yours, Dillon. This pussy belongs to you!”

  It only took a couple of minutes before I was coming again. I tried to wrap my arms around him, so I could pull him into me and kiss him. It’s something I love to do when I’m getting off, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he reached down and started playing with my clit.

  “You wanted to be a slut, right? Isn’t this what a little slut likes?”

  “Yes, sir,” I moaned, surprised by what I had said.

  “Sir? Yeah, I like that. You can fucking call me sir! Now, is the little slut going to cum for me?”

  “Oh God, yes!”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Oh fuck! Yes, yes, sir! I’m coming, sir!”

  What followed was easily the hardest, most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced up to that point. At one point, I even scared myself because it felt like I couldn’t get a breath. He kept sliding in and out me, pressing upward on my clit to ensure that my orgasm kept rolling. I felt like it was never going to stop, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to.

  Eventually, I came down from my Dillon-induced high, and he ordered me to get on all fours. Positioning himself behind me, he grabbed my hips and slammed his throbbing cock into my hole, which had been dripping since this all started.

  “Was this how you were getting fucked when you called me?”

  “Yes!”

  A hard slap came down on my ass.

  “I asked if this was how you were getting fucked when you called me?”

  “Yes! This is how I was getting fucked when you called me.”

  Another hard smack, this time on my other ass cheek. This one was harder and stung quite a bit, yet I loved it much more than the first.

  “I’m only going to ask you this one more time, and you better answer correctly. Is this how you were getting fucked when you called me?”

  “Yes, sir!” I shouted out, remembering the order he had given me earlier.

  “Good, now let me show you how it should be done.”

  He pounded into me hard and fast, smacking my ass here and there, catching me off guard and making me yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  He had never fucked me like that. Not even close. He was the type that always liked it soft, sweet, and sensual. While that is nice, there are times when a girl just wants her brains fucked out, and that’s what he was giving me. It was animalistic and territorial. It was as though seeing me with someone had set something off in him and he had to remind me who I belonged to.

  Dillon was never in danger of losing me to the other man, and I’m pretty sure he knew it as well, but this was something evolutionary. It was like the experience triggered something within him that said he had to show an act of aggression to show who the real man was. I was happy to oblige him.

  He pounded me so hard that at one point, the only sounds you could hear was my screaming and his balls smacking against my clit, echoing on the walls around us. I’d never had so many orgasms in one sex session as I did with him. He had unbelievable stamina. While he had never been a two pump chump, a good ten minutes was what I knew I could expect from him. Looking at the lock, he’d been fucking me hard for close to an hour.

  I knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer as soon as he pushed me down flat on my stomach, his cock remaining deep inside of me. Dillon wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly while pushing into me as deep as he could.

  “Tell me you want me to cum!” he ordered.

  “I want you to cum, sir!”

  “You want me to fill that pussy up, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir. Fill me up.”

  “Oh my God, Kayla, I’m going to cum!”

  “Cum for me, sir.”

  “Oh fuck, Kayla! I love you so much!”

  I could feel him beginning to throb and swell inside of me, which was something I’d never been able to feel before. Gripping the sheets, I wanted to feel him exploding inside of me, yet I didn’t want this experience to end. I wanted to continue feeling him inside of me while he made me his again.

  He fucked me senseless for about another minute until he pushed deep into me and pumped me full of the biggest load he’d ever given me. I could feel the head of his cock pulsating as he unleashed himself into my wanting pussy, making us one.

  Just like that, we were whole again. Just like that, he had fucked the other man out of me and made me his. When he was done, he rolled over and maneuvered his head to his pillows.

  “Come here, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  I slithered over to him, allowing him to pull me tightly into him. With his arm wrapped around me, I laid my head on his chest. A smile remained on my face until I eventually drifted off to sleep, Dillon leaking out of me. It was the best night ever.

  25

  Dillon

  I was surprised by how quickly our lives were able to go back to normal after our first hotwife experi
ence. The sex that we had that night was intense and was honestly the best sex we’ve ever had, which was something I didn’t know how to feel about.

  There were a lot of emotions and feelings afterward that were difficult to deal with. These feelings surprised me. There was jealousy and questioning whether or not I’d made the right decision to ever bring it up. Through some research, I’d learned that these feeling were all very normal and as long as communication was good, they’d pass as quickly as they came, which is exactly what happened.

  In the two weeks that followed our experience, Kayla and I have talked a lot about what went down and what we enjoyed most about it. I obviously liked watching the pleasure on her face, and she enjoyed the different experience. We both agreed that my reclaiming her was our favorite part of all.

  We continued to do a lot of role-playing in bed. She talked dirty about the things other men could do to her, and I’d tell her what a dirty slut she was. It was always very erotic.

  There was one thing that didn’t come up in these conversations, however. She never brought up doing it again. I didn’t feel like it would be right for me to bring it up. She had done it all for me, and as much as I wanted her to do it again, I wanted it to be her decision.

  A big part of me wondered if she was going to surprise me again. During our role-playing, she seemed to get off on calling me when I wasn’t expecting it. That was my favorite part too, so if that’s what she was planning, I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

  There was also the possibility that she knew she had fulfilled my fantasy and was satisfied with that. That would be okay too, but nowhere near as much as the first option.

  KAYLA

  When it came to contact after a man slept with a married woman, I had no idea what the protocol was. I had no clue if I was supposed to send him a thank you message or if he was supposed to send me a fruit basket or something. It was really kind of awkward, so I just waited to see what would happen. It took a few weeks, but I eventually received an email from Kevin.