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by Cleo Danbury


  I looked at him with surprise. "On your knees," he ordered and pushed down on my shoulders.

  Oh fuck yeah I thought. This was the slut fuck I was looking for. My fingers were in my pussy before my mouth touched him. His cock was slick with my juices and I licked it eagerly, cleaning him before getting serious about the job at hand.

  I performed this amazing act of fellatio with no hands, which were otherwise engaged with my own body. My right hand was buried between my legs and my left hand was pulling at my nipples with all its might. Tony helped by grabbing the back of my head and holding me steady as he fucked my mouth. With my hands down, I had no resistance and he buried himself to the hilt over and over again until he finally seized up and I tasted the saltiness of him cum as it slid down my throat.

  I held him there for a moment while I continued, not content to let him go until I reached my own climax. I tried not to bite him as I came. Before I released him, I handed him my phone to take my picture.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I rolled off of Mike, having fucked him for the fifth time in as many days, and nestled my head on his shoulder.

  "Tony is going back to Tulsa," I said. "I don't think I'm going to keep in touch with him."

  "Okay," he replied, "any particular reason?"

  I shrugged and ran my fingers across his chest. "No strings. This was fun, but I don't want him to get the idea that he's got a girlfriend."

  "Ah, gotcha." Mike kissed me lightly on the top of my head and pulled me close. We lay like that for awhile and soon, Mike fell into the slow deep breathing of sleep. I lay awake awhile longer, thinking on what we had done. I reminded myself that Mike was all that I needed, and all that I really wanted for that matter. At least…most of the time.

  Confessions of a Reluctant Hotwife vol 3 "Three's Company"

  Chapter One

  It didn't take long before my experience with Tony felt more like a fantasy than a memory. While I could remember specifics in exquisite, vivid detail, I almost believed it never happened.

  As agreed, Tony and I lost contact. He returned to Tulsa and I erased his number. I thought I might miss him, but I didn't. The conquest was over and I was ready to move on. Most importantly, he could never compete with Mike and my devotion to my husband grew even stronger.

  I enjoyed the experience very much, but I still felt like the main goal was to please my husband. He swore that he enjoyed it just as much as I did and I was satisfied. He didn't ask me to repeat the process and I was equally satisfied with that.

  At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

  What really happened next is that I found myself with a near constant urge to fuck.

  I wanted to climb on every man I saw stretched out in the dental chair at work. I wanted to jump in the backseat with the bag boy who helped me with my groceries. When a good looking waiter took my order, I nearly said, "I need a cocktail. Hold the tail."

  This sexual frustration built up inside me all day and I was forced to take it out on Mike when I got home. Poor, poor Mike.

  Of course, I never mentioned it to him. I'm not sure what made me so uncomfortable. He knew I had enjoyed it. I guess I worried he would see it differently if it were my idea instead of his. Maybe he wanted an obedient wife more than he wanted a slutty wife.

  But the day came when I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to talk to him about it or I was going to wind up cheating on him which would be the biggest sin of all. And like any important conversation, I thought this one would go easier if I had his dick in my hand.

  Chapter Two

  I pushed him slowly onto the bed with his legs hanging over the side and unbuttoned his jeans.

  "What's this?" he asked with a mild surprise.

  "Nothing to be concerned about," I said as I slid the jeans down his legs and dropped them to the side. "I just wanted to make sure I have your attention."

  His cock stood at half mast, throbbing with each heartbeat. "I'd say you've just about got it."

  I settled on my knees, between his legs, and softly ran my fingernails over the top of him. "How ya doing up there? You doing okay?"

  Mike smiled and closed his yes, "So far so good."

  "That's good," I said, slowly massaging his cock. "Let me know if you get bored."

  "Little chance of that."

  As he grew more firm, I switched from massaging to stroking. Mike was just shy of seven inches long and I held him with both hands, slowly up and slowly back down. He was relaxed, arms behind his head and eyes still closed. I cupped his balls in my right hand, still stroking with the left. I rolled them in the palm of my hand, occasionally giving them a light tug.

  After a few minutes of this, I took one of them in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, sucking on it. I felt him tighten up and I quickened my pace, occasionally switching to the other one and eventually taking both at once. It was an interesting sensation as they didn't move or twitch like his cock would in my mouth. Yet I could feel them tighten and pull back when his legs clinched.

  With my mouth full of balls, I stroked him faster. I wanted to feel what it was like when he actually came. I felt him tensing up, his balls pulling in tight as the muscles beneath his cock tightened in anticipation. And then I remembered, I needed to talk to him about something.

  I stopped abruptly. "How ya doing up there? You good?"

  Mike let out a moan, "I was."

  "Yeah, sorry about that." I continued to stroke him and began kissing the sides of his cock. This earned my pardon pretty quick.

  "Mike, I've been thinking," I said just before lowering my mouth onto him and sinking his cock to the back of my throat. I took my time coming back up and then continued, "I think I want to do it again."

  "Do what again?" I could feel the smirk in his voice and I nipped him lightly just below the tip.

  "You know what I mean. Don't be cruel." I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft. "It's your thing. I'm saying I'd be interested if you wanted to do it again some time."

  I spent the next thirty seconds sucking the life out of him while he thought it over.

  "Do you mean with Tony again?" he asked when I came up for air.

  "No, that's over and I want to keep it that way. Something different."

  "Do you have something in mind?"

  "No," I said, shaking my head. "I just wanted to bring it up and see if it was something we could talk about."

  "I don't know," Mike said, "You might have to convince me."

  I climbed up on the bed and turned around, pinning his arms with my legs and leaving my pussy directly over his face, but out of reach. With my left hand clinching his cock, I rubbed my clit with my right. "Oh, Mike. Oh this feels so good." I felt him twitch in my hand and I smiled. "My pussy is so wet, just thinking about getting fucked."

  Suddenly, that hunger that hovered just below the surface awoke and took over. I wanted to confess every nasty fantasy I'd been having the last few months. I rubbed faster and began stroking him.

  "Mike, I'm such a dirty girl. All I want to do is fuck. Every time I pass a good looking guy, I want to drag him off behind a building and have him fuck me from behind."

  Mike's breathing was short and shallow now and he was bucking his hips against my hand. "Mike, I need to be fucked and I need you there to watch."

  I thought it would take more than that, but apparently not. He tensed up, swelling in my hand, and I dropped my mouth on his cock just in time for the first load to shoot into me. I licked his cum off his cock and my hand then continued to stroke him softly.

  I took that as a yes. As a reward for his approval, I stayed on top of him and let Mike watch as I fingered myself to orgasm while thinking about that bag boy at the local Whole Foods.

  Chapter Three

  With Mike on board, I assumed it wouldn't take long to get my next fix. That proved not to be the case.

  The men laid out in the dentist chair didn't suddenly start unzipping their flies for me while my boss drille
d out a cavity. The bag boy at Whole Foods just looked confused when I told him I wished I had him at home to help me unload. The random guy walking down the street wouldn't meet my eyes long enough for a wink and a nod.

  Shit. I had to learn how to date again. I hadn't dated in over seven years, Mike and I were together for two years before we married, and it never crossed my mind that I might need to keep my skills sharp. I shared my frustration with Mike.

  "Hahahahaha!" was his reply.

  I shot daggers at him with my eyes. "You laugh, but I'm serious. How in the world does this possibly work?"

  He calmed down and wiped the smile from his face, "That is a good question. How did you meet guys before I came along?"

  "Mostly through friends, which doesn't exactly seem to be an option now."

  "You never know," Mike replied, "you probably know more women who are cheating on their husbands than you realize. You'll just have to start hanging out with them more."

  I considered this. Holly who worked at the yoga place next door to my office was definitely sleeping around. My old friend Kendra from high school was in the middle of a divorce which we were all pretty sure was her fault. "No," I said, shaking my head. "I don't want them knowing anything about this. They suck at keeping secrets."

  Mike nodded, "Good point. Maybe you just need to hang out at a club one Friday night and see what happens."

  I sighed, I fucking hated the club scene. A bunch of douche bag guys out trying to get laid, not the least bit concerned about anything but looks and whether or not you put out on the first date. It would be mostly college guys; young, hip, good looking frat boys who spend all their time working out…

  "I don't know. We'll see," I said.

  Ten minutes on line told me that the Garden Nightclub on 4th street was the place to be on a Friday night.

  "So, how will this work?" I asked. "Am I supposed to go alone, or are you going with me?"

  Mike thought a moment, "I think it would be fun to watch, but I don't know if you would feel awkward with me there. I also don't want you to be worried about safety, so you might be more relaxed if I was around."

  I weighed the options. "Are we going to be at opposite ends of the bar, or where would you be?"

  "I'd try to stay out of sight, but I would want to be close enough to see you."

  "Do I have permission to go solo? Like, what if I find a guy, but he's weirded out by the idea of another guy in the room?"

  Mike took a moment to answer. "I think the first time is all for you. I didn't mind you going alone to see Tony. But if you find someone, they have to be willing to play by our rules if they want to be involved a second time."

  I nodded, "that seems fair. But I have no idea if this will work or not."

  Chapter Four

  It didn't work. At all.

  I bought one of those slinky pencil skirt nightclub dresses and some three inch heels which made me look just like the rest of the college age skinny bitches except older and not as skinny.

  I couldn't decide if I should pretend to be single or tell guys I was looking to cheat, so I kept taking me ring off and on and nearly lost it when I dropped it. I decided then to keep it on. I sat alone at the bar, nursing a mojito for twenty minutes before the first guy sat down beside me.

  "Hey," he said.

  "Hey," I replied, turning towards him.

  "Are you waiting on someone?" He asked as he tried to flag down the bartender.

  "Not particularly," I said. "I'm here alone tonight."

  He nodded, "Cool, would it be rude if I asked you to scoot down one so my girlfriend can sit here?"

  "Sure, no problem!" I said, a big plastic smile in place as I gathered my purse and moved down. I wished the stool could have sank into the floor and took me with it.

  And then I ran into that cheating whore Holly.

  "Tricia Miller! What are you doing here? I almost didn't recognize you without the scrubs. You look amazing!" Holly squeezed in around two hipsters and gave me a full on hug.

  "Hey, Holly! Good to see you." I hugged her, she had amazing tits, and then pulled back so I could breath.

  She smiled and took a long pull from a fruity looking drink. "Are you here alone? Where's your husband?"

  Well, shit. I either had to play along or call off the game. I really didn't want to include Holly in this. I guess our night was over and it wasn't even nine o'clock.

  "Mike's around here somewhere. We've never been here before so we're just checking it out. I don't really think this is our scene."

  Holly nodded, "I'll just tell you, this place is much more fun when you leave the guys at home." Her eyes gleamed, but I wasn't biting.

  "I try to keep Mike close by when I'm having fun."

  "Oh," she said, her eyes wide, "you're one of those."

  I gaped. "What? No. I mean, I'm not sure what you're talking about." Even in the heat of the club I felt my neck and cheeks start to burn.

  Holly threw her head back and laughed. "I'm just messing with you Tricia. I can't even imagine you getting into something that kinky. I'll say though, I'd be impressed."

  I laughed it off and excused myself, on a mission to locate Mike and get the fuck out of there.

  "So, that went well."

  I laughed, wrapping my arms around his right arm as we walked. "I felt like a fool. But, now I'm sure Holly is fucking around."

  "Well, you know, it doesn't have to be another man."

  I dug my fingers into his ribs, "Yeah, I'm sure you'd be all for that. Don't get your hopes up."

  Mike smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "I just want you to find what you're looking for, whatever that may be."

  "So, how did you do tonight?" I asked in a mock accusing tone.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well, you had to do something to pass the time while I sat at the bar. Any luck with the ladies?"

  Mike shook his head. "I can't say I was trying. I did have one girl ask me for a light."

  I looked at him. "What? There's no smoking inside."

  "I know. She said I would have to step outside with her. I politely declined."

  I punched him in the arm. "You son of a bitch! You nearly got laid and you weren't even trying."

  Mike laughed. "Calm down. I'm lying. No one even looked at me."

  As we reached the car, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard. "And they better not. This is a one sided deal. Don't you forget it."

  Chapter Five

  So the nightclub scene was out, as were old boyfriends, friends of friends, and co-workers.

  "So, that leaves…online?" I was stretched out on the couch, my sexy nightclub dress hitched up my thighs, sipping a glass of wine.

  Mike laughed. "This is harder than it looks."

  I growled and pulled my hair. "Where do you even go for something like this? Can you find people for threesomes on Match.com?"

  Mike shrugged. "There are websites specifically for this kind of thing, but there's a lot of junk to wade through."

  I looked at him. "Oh, that's right. You've been researching this for years." I stood up and handed him my phone. "I tell you what Mr. Researcher, you're in charge of this part. I'm going to bed."

  When I woke up the next morning, I discovered that Mike had a busy night. I now had a Tinder profile. I didn't know that was a thing. I pulled the app up on my phone and browsed. My profile picture was a koala.

  I scrolled through my biography, "Happily married woman looking to spice things up. My husband is fully on board and we're looking for a threesome. Discretion is a MUST. No solo play." Well, that explained the koala, but what the hell was this 'no solo play'? We would have to have a talk later.

  I grabbed my cup of coffee and curled up on the couch to play with my new toy. "Swipe right for yes, swipe left for no." Sounded simple enough.

  It took twenty minutes of tapping "nope, nope" before I finally saw a guy that looked interesting. Dark complexion, Latin looking with short military style hair. He had a co
uple of script tattoos on his well defined biceps. "Okay, lets see what happens."

  And nothing. Nothing happened. I looked for some more info and realized he has to swipe me back. Shit! Nothing was easy these days. I shut down my phone and stomped my way to the bedroom. I need to take out some frustration on Mike. It was his fault after all.

  Chapter Six

  I stripped down and jumped on the bed, pinning Mike beneath the covers with my knees, and grabbed his wrists.

 

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