I felt her pussy close around me as she shuddered and closed her eyes once again. She started to go off around my entrapped cock; her inner muscles milking me, sucking the come right out of my balls. It was as though her snug little cunt was begging me for it!
My mind reeled backward in that instant to my fantasy about her with the guy she was sitting next to on the flight over from Hawaii. Again, I imagined the two of them, naked together in that airport hotel room.
He was fucking her hard with his huge cock. It was much wider and longer than mine, and it was really splitting her small pussy open with each stroke down into her!
“Agggggghhhhhhh, oh, God, here it comes!” I gasped and started to spunk her; the added excitement of my illicit fantasy making my orgasm even more gripping!
Considering the loads of semen I had pumped into this same pink slit just last night, I was awestruck by how much I was shooting. She was too!
Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled as she whispered admiringly, “God, what a stud you are suddenly, darling, that’s the way to cream me!”
****
“Okay, what’s your secret?” She asked me the question after a quick shower, to help rid her pussy of the massive amounts of come I’d just deposited deep in her belly.
“Are you now taking Viagra, or one of those?” She jabbed me playfully in the ribs with her forefinger, now that she had returned to the bed next to me, tickling me unmercifully. “Or did the doctor give you some kind of sperm-builder? Do you want another baby…is that it? I’d better stop taking the pill, if that’s what’s on your mind.”
I laughed and said, “No, not really; unless you do.”
“Well then, why the flood of spunk tonight; we just did this last night, remember?”
Again, I laughed delightedly and whispered, “How could I forget? You were fantastic up in that hotel room, babe!”
She looked almost smug as she grinned and said, “I kind of thought I was. And you really nailed me last night, sweetie. You came twice; I didn’t think you’d want sex again for at least a week!”
I thought back to my little fantasy about her with another man, knowing that’s why I’d shot so much jism into her when I unloaded just now. Reluctant to admit to her that I was as much of a pervert as I apparently was; I hesitated in mentioning it.
But we had been married too long for me to get off that easily. She read me like the proverbial book, sensing that I was holding something back.
“Come on, give! What’s going on with you?”
It was clear she wouldn’t be dropping this anytime soon. I knew Michelle as well as she knew me.
And once my wife got her teeth into some idea, she was very slow in letting go of it. I knew I could save myself a lot of nagging grief just by coming clean.
“You remember that guy who was sitting next to you on the plane flight?” I asked the question hesitantly, still dreading telling her about my little fetish.
Her face clouded with a lack of understanding. She said, “Vaguely, what about him?”
“He was really hitting on you,” I answered truthfully.
She laughed and said, “You think so? I wouldn’t call what he did really hitting on me, darling. You should see what some of my clients do; or rather try to do, in the privacy of my office or theirs!”
“What?” I demanded indignantly, all thoughts of continuing my ‘confession’ suddenly gone. “You never mentioned that to me before!”
Again, she laughed and said, “It all comes with the territory, dear.”
She looked at me and her face became more serious as she said, “Listen, I know I’m what you might call an attractive woman, even at thirty-two, and having had two kids.”
She was clearly soft-peddling her sex appeal. Michelle could have passed for twenty-two, if she’d wanted to, and men’s tongues still hung out when she entered a room in a form-fitting designer gown; all low-cut and clingy.
“I’ve been on the receiving end of more passes than an NFL flanker throughout my life,” she went on calmly, “ever since I was thirteen years old. I’m used to it. As a matter of fact, I think I’m even going to miss it slightly, when I get old and saggy!”
“That’s still a long way off, if it ever happens,” I said, really meaning it.
She grinned at my honest compliment and went on to add, “Anyway, men come on to me all of the time. They always have. It’s just natural, and I’ve become good at ignoring it, diffusing it, I guess you could say, and insisting that we get down to business, when it happens in a business setting, I mean.”
“And you just shut them down gently, in other situations, like today on the plane, the way you did with your seatmate?”
“Exactly,” she acknowledged, “most men are easy to control, if you know what you’re doing.”
“You certainly seemed to know what you were doing,” I mused aloud. “That poor schmuck today never knew what hit him!”
She laughed softly and said, “He was easy; a baby, really. Older guys, with more experience, are another matter. Some of them don’t discourage so easily.”
“Oh, and do you run into lots of them?”
Michelle nodded, saying, “All of the time, at work. Guys who own their own businesses tend to be dynamic, take-charge kind of men. And they make up my main client base. I’m constantly coming into contact with mature, confident men who think that the high-priced female consultant’s sleeping with them--as well as helping them to solve whatever business problems they’re having—should be part of the deal.”
“But you’re never tempted to go ahead and do that?”
She smiled her naughtiest smile and reached out and caressed my cheek lightly as she whispered, “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. After all, I’m only human, and some of those guys are pretty sexy, and they make no bones about wanting me!”
My cock started to get hard again immediately. I asked, “But you never…?”
“No,” she said with an even bigger smile, reaching down for my prick as it stiffened up, “this is all I really want. It’s more than enough for me; it always has been.”
I was relieved but somewhat disappointed at the same time. My fantasy about her in bed with another man had just been firmly quashed, but at the same time, the idea of her constantly meeting rich, powerful men who wanted to conquer her, sexually--almost every day at work--made it’s coming true even more of a possibility!
“God, what’s gotten into you lately, darling?” She murmured out the question, fisting my once more hard dick. “You’re as horny as a teenage boy all of a sudden!”
I didn’t say anything further that night, either about my fantasy, or about my newfound horniness. I just made love to her again.
Chapter Two
Prelude
“Did you meet anyone at work today that I should be worried about?”
It was a week after our Hawaiian vacation trip and we were still bantering back and forth almost daily about possible “rivals” for her affection. She seemed to enjoy teasing me and I must confess that I got aroused more strongly than ever, imagining her cheating on me with other men!
“Well, there was the new client I met today,” she said coyly, as she hung up the business suit she’d worn into the office this morning. “He was much younger than the men who usually retain my services, but he’s already quite rich, dynamic, and he’s clearly out to conquer the business world.”
We were up in our bedroom, changing out of our work clothes and into something more casual for dinner with the kids. She batted those grey eyes of hers as she turned to face me, adding as she reached toward me and ran her fingers across my bare shoulders: “He’s devastatingly handsome, too, and very sexy. And, I’m very sure he’s…interested, even though I’m several years older than him.”
“Oh and just how do you know that, pray tell?” I asked the question as I finished zipping up my jeans.
She grinned confidently and replied, “A girl always knows. Remember, guys have been trying to cop a fe
el, get romantic, or sweet-talk me into the sack with them since I first hit puberty, darling.”
I smiled back at her and asked, “And what did this would-be Lothario do to set your horndog-alarm to buzzing?”
“He asked me to dinner tonight, not once, but three times,” she replied, still smiling. “And the way he kept after me to accept his invitation—even after I’d informed him that I had to get home to my husband and kids tonight—was a sure tip-off.”
“Persistent bugger, isn’t he?”
Her smile deepened and she said, “He is at that. And he wanted us to have dinner at his mansion in Beverly Hills; just the two of us.”
“How romantic,” I said, tongue in cheek, as I finished buttoning up my shirt.
“He said he wanted to get further into discussing his company’s image problems,” she answered, as she finished dressing. “But I knew that he was really just angling to get into my pants.”
We both laughed and got ready to join the kids downstairs, where Brenda would have dinner ready for us. The mere thought of this young, sexy mystery man trying so hard to seduce my wife had me half hard, and I was sorely tempted to make use of the nearby bed before dinner.
I had to admit it: the idea of my Michelle fucking another man still really turned me on! My problem seemed to be getting worse, not better as the days drifted by…
****
“Wow, you about rattled my teeth loose just then!” Michelle said; panting for breath after we’d finished making love later that night.
When her breathing had returned to normal, she rolled over and used her palms to pin me by the shoulders to the mattress. A gleam of pure mischief in her eyes as she moved on top of me and peered downward, she demanded, “Okay, tell me! Is it Viagra or one of those that accounts this sudden surge of horniness lately?”
I felt my face getting red. When I had all but attacked her minutes earlier—as we had come upstairs after watching a movie on television and checking on the kids—I had been thinking about what she had said earlier in the evening; about her new and very aggressive client and his dinner invitation. I couldn’t help daydreaming about what might have happened had she accepted it.
On one level, I knew she wouldn’t have ever done that; not with his ulterior motives being so blatantly obvious. He had clearly wanted to bed her, not discuss business, and Michelle had known it right away.
But, on the other hand, it would have been so easy for her to accept his invitation to engage in extra-marital sex with him. I wouldn’t have questioned her if she’d said she had an important business dinner to attend, which had come up suddenly.
I trusted her implicitly.
And if the dinner had run long, and she hadn’t returned until late, I wouldn’t have thought anything about it. After all, such dinners had occasionally occurred since she had gone into business for herself a few years ago.
“Hey, Earth to Brandon,” she said, snapping me out of my reverie, the same patient, interested expression on her lovely face. “Are you going to answer me or not?”
“I’m only thirty-four, not sixty-four,” I said evasively. “It’s not so unusual for a healthy, not-middle-aged-by-any-means guy to lust after his wife, you know. Not when the wife in question looks like you do, babe!”
Michele’s smile deepened as I said that, but then it gradually morphed into a look of determination as she said, “Oh, no, you don’t, buster. You can’t slide out of this one so easily. You’ve been banging me like a gong every since we got back from vacation!”
Letting go of my shoulders and settling back onto her side, facing me, she demanded, “What the fuck is going on with you? If it’s not some sort of medication, why are you so…attentive all of a sudden?”
Before I could answer, she grinned again and said softly, “Not that it isn’t appreciated; I’ve always adored making love to you. It’s just that we both have busy lives, what with our jobs and the kids and all. It’s just that it’s not all that common for people who have been married as long as we have to…do it as often as we have been doing it lately.”
I shrugged helplessly, not wanting to get into my fantasy with her if I didn’t have to—it was just too embarrassing, too off-the-wall for me to be comfortable discussing it with her—and so I tried smiling instead. She narrowed her eyes, a sure sign that she wasn’t going to be put off this time, and said, “I’m serious. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being on the receiving end of all this great sex, but I really want to know why!”
I had been neatly trapped by my own horniness. Michelle was staring at me with those big grey eyes of hers, and she was clearly amused. But there was a certain insistence present in that stare also.
My wife wanted to know what was causing my dramatically increased desire for sex with her. And she wanted to know…now!
Heart suddenly hammering, I managed to sputter, “Well, I—don’t get mad or think I’m weird—but I seem to get really turned on lately…over the idea of other men wanting you…you know…sexually!”
She didn’t say anything. But her eyes now twinkled with a deepened interest and an even greater display of amusement.
I suspected she was enjoying seeing me verbally squirm like this; having trouble admitting my dark fantasy to her. Stammering once more, I forged on, saying, “It’s not that I think you’d ever cheat on me…but I seem to find the idea that you might be tempted to…stray with another guy extremely…uh…titillating!”
She laughed lightly and said, “Titillating? Now there’s a word I haven’t heard since college. You find the notion of my committing adultery…titillating?”
I knew my face was coloring with embarrassment by now, but I nodded “yes” anyway. The cat was mostly out of the bag at this point, so I figured I might as well go all the way, when it came to confessing my “sins”.
“It’s stupid, I know,” I said softly, “you’ve never been anything but faithful and loving, and your conduct has always been above approach.”
Michelle gave out with a throaty, evil-sounding little chuckle and said, “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
She grinned impishly at me and continued, “Just because I’ve never done anything about following up on my wicked thoughts, that doesn’t mean they’re not there!”
I must have looked shocked, because she added, “Remember, I told you that some of my clients—the men that I meet through work—are very handsome and dynamic; very much your classic ‘alpha males’? Any woman is going to be tempted when a guy like that comes on to her.”
A long moment passed, and then she reached over and ran a hand gently through my hair, tousling it, and said, “It’s just that I love you and the kids too much to risk what I already have for an evening of hot sex with a stranger.”
I felt a surge of lust crackle down my spine and right into my dick when she said that! Thoughts of her naked and in bed--just as she was now with me, only with some faceless guy possessing a killer bod and a huge cock instead--flashed through my imagination.
“What…what if there was no risk?” I suddenly heard myself asking.
The look on Michelle’s face quickly went from one of confidence and slight amusement to being unsettled and unsure. She whispered, “What do you mean?”
I thought about that for long moments, and then said, “I don’t know, really. I’m shooting from the hip here, babe, making it up as I go along.”
It all came together in an instant in my mind, the way a great ad campaign sometimes does at work, and I rushed ahead, fearful that I would chicken out if I thought about this too much, saying, “You’re on the pill, so you wouldn’t get pregnant. The kids are still young; they go to bed early, so they wouldn’t know what time you got home, even if it was very late.”
The expression on my wife’s face changed from one of uncertainty to one of shock as she realized where I was going with this. Undeterred, I plunged ahead, “And if I knew about it and was okay with it, you wouldn’t really be cheating on me.”
A heavy, dark-
feeling silence suddenly pervaded our bedroom. She just stared at me for the longest time.
“Where is this coming from?” She demanded at last. “What have I ever done to make you think I’d want this?”
“Nothing, you’ve done nothing at all!” I blurted out the words, realizing instantly that I’d gone way too far; way too fast with her. “It was just a crazy idea. Forget about it; it’s not important!”
Her face softened, and I knew she was going to let this slide—for now. But she wasn’t just going to forget about it.
I knew her well enough to be sure of that!
Chapter Three
Stirrings
Life got back to normal after that night, except for the amped up sex we enjoyed so frequently now. And that got me to thinking.
Unlike our previous ten years together, she was now initiating things in the bedroom much more than usual. I always wanted her—she was as beautiful as ever, after all, and just as sexy—but on some nights when I would have normally been able to restrain myself in the past, realizing that we had just made love the night before, it was Michelle who reached under my pajamas and found my half hard cock!
It was Michelle who began to suck it, unbidden. And it was my wife who climbed atop my swollen manhood and rode it to a shattering climax; much to our mutual delight!
After about two weeks of this radical change in her behavior, I couldn’t help myself. Much as she’d wanted to know the source of my increased desire for her, I couldn’t refrain from asking one night—after a bout of spectacularly satisfying sex—what was it that had wrought this change in her? I asked her straight-out.
It was now her turn to blush with embarrassment, and she did, charmingly. She looked at me with those devilish grey eyes flashing and murmured, “Do you remember your little fantasy…about me being attracted to other men?”
Of course I did. It’s all I’d thought about for days, as well as my ill-fated, amateurish attempt to make it a reality.
So I nodded that I did. She said, “Well, I’ve spent some time on the net since then, researching it, and it turns out that it’s not so unusual after all. In fact, there’s a whole sub-culture devoted to it. It’s called being a ‘hotwife’; that’s a woman who is happily married but who seeks sexual hook-ups outside her marriage with her husband’s full knowledge and consent.”
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