A One Night Stand Becomes Something More - Part 1

Elianna went on a girl's trip to Texas and met a man she connected with. Much to her surprise, her husband texted permission for her to have a one night stand. Now she's back home and the guy she slept with texts her, setting off a chain of events that will lead to her one night stand becoming something more.

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"I can't stop thinking about you."

A quick glance at the message was all it took to stir the embers of desire in Elianna as she thought of the night she'd spent with Carson, of how good his body had felt on top of hers, of how thrilling it had been to have another man inside her for the first time in fifteen years.

"You can reply," Andy said. "It's not like this is the most engrossing show ever."

Elianna kissed her husband on the cheek and set her phone aside. "I shouldn't."

"What? Why not?"

She shouldn't have given Carson her number. It was supposed to be a one night stand. You don't give your number to a one night stand, especially when the guy lives halfway across the country.

"It's Carson," she said. "There's no point in replying."

Andy paused the show. "Wait...the guy you...the guy you slept with, he's texting you?"

Elianna nodded. "I don't know why, but I gave him my number. I shouldn't have, obviously, because what would be the point of that, but I did. It was right after...it was right after he'd fucked me the next morning. I was basically high from how good the orgasm had been and when he asked, I gave him my number without thinking about it."

Andy went quiet and Elianna regretted her phrasing. Her husband had given her permission to have a one night stand and he'd seemed to enjoy hearing about it afterwards - he'd always been a bit kinky - but they hadn't talked about it since and now he was sitting there without uttering a word or meeting her gaze.

"Andy?" she asked.

"Sorry. There was just something...something about the way you talked about him, about...about getting fucked by him. There was something in your voice. It was..."

"I'm sorry."

He smiled and shook his head. "No, that's not what I'm...you don't have to be sorry, Elianna. I just got weirdly...excited, I guess? I honestly haven't thought about it since you got home from your trip, but now I'm thinking about it and I'm surprised at what I'm feeling."

"Well...he texted to say that he can't stop thinking about me...so I guess I'm not the only one that had a good time that night and the next morning." She inched closer to her husband and rested a hand on his inner thigh. Her voice was noticeably softer as she said, "He did fuck me three times...and he came hard all three times, so I suppose I must have made him feel good."

"Why do you think he's texting you?" Andy asked while Elianna's lips danced over his neck.

"He's probably being truthful in that he can't stop thinking about me."

"And what about you? Do you...do you think about him?"

His cock was hard and Elianna stroked it a little as she studied her husband's face for some clue as to his willingness to hear the truth. "Yes, I do," she said.

He looked surprised, though not upset. "When? How...I mean, how often?"

Again the truth struck Elianna as potentially dangerous, and yet she felt unexpectedly aroused at the idea of sharing it with her husband. "Every day," she said. "It's only been a little more than a week so I'm sure that will stop at some point, but for now I think about him every day."

Andy looked at her lips and leaned a little closer. He didn't kiss her though and Elianna worried that she'd shared too much.

"What do you think about?" he asked.

"All sorts of things. How he smelled. How he kissed me. How it felt to feel him get hard when we danced at the bar. How it felt to unzip his pants for the first time and take him in my hand. How it felt when he picked me up and put me in his bed. How it felt when his cock slipped inside me for the first time. How it felt when I had my first orgasm on his cock."

Andy moaned and Elianna noted the presence of a small bit of precum soaking through his pants. Determined to pursue her desire, Elianna freed her husband's cock from his pants and took him in her hand. He kissed her as she stroked his stiff shaft and moaned a moment before their tongues entwined in a passionate dance.

Then, in an instant, Andy leaned back and Elianna's hand came to rest at the base of his cock as she worried that he'd experienced a change of heart.

"Do you think about him when I'm...when we're having sex?" he asked.

Answering truthfully struck Elianna as akin to pulling the pin on a grenade and dropping it on the floor, and yet she saw no other option, in part because she was fairly certain that Andy already knew the answer.

"Yes," she said softly as her hand moved up his shaft and her fingers teased the head. "I'm sorry, baby, but I think about him when you're inside me. I try not to and I usually banish the thought as quickly as I can, but he pops into my head, especially when I close my eyes."

Andy stood and Elianna prepared herself to feel intense regret. Instead, her husband removed his pants and t-shirt and stunned her by dropping to his knees in front of the couch and pulling off her leggings and panties. Andy grabbed her hips and pulled Elianna forward until her pussy rested at the edge of the couch.

"Close your eyes," he said before plunging his tongue inside her and dragging it up towards her clit.

Elianna put a hand on the back of his head and closed her eyes. She was back in Carson's bedroom. She was on her back in the bra and panties she'd worn that night. His hands were moving up her calves, past her knees, and over her inner thighs before he slipped them under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, showering her skin in soft kisses and eliciting a beautiful moan as she glanced down at Carson’s condom-wrapped cock.

"Fuck," Elianna said softly as the memories flooded her brain and body. "I'm in his bed, Andy. I'm on my back. He's just taken my panties off. He's crawling on top of me. He's running his fingers over my thighs. He's pushing them inside me."

Andy licked her clit as three fingers entered Elianna's wet pussy. Her eyes remained tightly closed as she thought of Carson taking a nipple in his mouth as he fingered her and rubbed her clit, leaving her soaked and increasingly desperate for his cock.

"Fuck me, Carson," she said softly.

Andy moaned. "You want him, don't you?"

"I do," she admitted.

Andy stood and again Elianna worried that she'd gone too far. Instead, her husband gestured for her to lie on the couch and Elianna shifted her body to welcome him on top of her. His cock rubbed over her pussy lips as he kissed her neck and managed to take a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it while slowly penetrating her.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Please, fuck me."

Andy slid deep inside of Elianna and pulled out. She moaned throughout and ran her hands down his back. Her fingers dug into his ass and she pulled, urging him to fuck her deeper and harder.

"Think of him," Andy said.

Elianna was far too aroused to consider the dangers of thinking of another man while her husband was inside of her. Instead, she closed her eyes and found herself in Carson's bed once more. She was naked. He was on top of her. His cock was inside her. He was stretching her pussy in ways Andy never had. He was fucking her hard, too, and at her urging.

"He feels so good inside me," she said while grasping Andy's ass and holding it tight. "His cock is so big...it's so deep in me...it's stretching my pussy so good!"

Andy moaned and fucked her harder. Elianna could tell her husband was close and she let herself pursue her orgasm in full.

"Andy, baby, cum inside me!"

Elianna closed her eyes tight and thought of how much she'd enjoyed Carson's orgasms during their night together, of how good it felt to make a man like him cum.

Andy grunted and groaned as his body tensed up. He released his cum inside her and Elianna felt a tidal wave of pleasure wash over her. She thought of Carson, of Andy, of how good it felt to dip once more into the pleasures that had been unlocked because she'd gotten permission to indulge in a one night stand and a deeply-satisfied smile crossed her face and remained there until Andy pulled out.

"You should text him back," he said while cleaning his cock and offering his boxers to soak up the cum leaking out of her.

"Really?"

He nodded. "I don’t know why, but I lied before. I've been thinking about it too. I haven't said anything because I wasn't sure you'd be okay with it, but I've been thinking about you and him, about the stuff you told me, about the sex we had the day after you got back, about all of it."

She smiled. "So, should I try and, I don't know, arrange something, assuming he's interested?"

"Yes, you should."

"So, just to be clear, I have your permission to fuck Carson again?"

The fact that he smiled so brightly and did so after having cum inside her was all the confirmation Elianna needed. Despite that, it was nice to actually hear him say, "Yes, you have my permission to fuck Carson again."

She texted him back right away, confirming that she was thinking about him, that her husband was thinking about the fact that she'd fucked someone else, that she'd just had an orgasm while thinking about Carson, and that both she and her husband wanted her and Carson to fuck again.

"How fortunate, because I'm coming to your neck of the woods," he replied. "In two weeks. I was going to work my way up to asking if you want to meet up, but it seems like there's no reason to be coy about it."

"Yes, I want to meet up," she replied before sharing the news with Andy.

All that remained was to figure out the details and make it through two impossibly long weeks before Elianna got to have Carson again.

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"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Elianna asked - for what was probably the tenth time - as Andy pulled up to the hotel.

He put the car in park and marveled at how beautiful she looked, at how much effort she'd put in to look appealing for Carson.

"I could just come home tonight," she added. "Or tomorrow morning."

Andy smiled as his cock tingled with the beginnings of an intense kind of desire. "I want you to spend the weekend with him and I know it's what you want. It's not like he lives a short drive away. You'll have to fly to see each other, so you should make the most of it. You should...you should be his for the weekend."

She leaned over and kissed him with such depth that it caught Andy off guard.

"You're certain? You're right that I want this, but I want to make sure that you're still going to come and pick me up on Monday morning."

"I might want this even more than you do," he admitted. "Which sounds weird, I'm sure, but if the past two weeks have proved anything it's that I'm way more turned on by you having sex with someone else than I ever thought possible."

Elianna unleashed a flirty, knowing smile. "You have fucked me an awful lot in the past two weeks."

"I haven't been able to keep my hands off of you."

"And you're quite insistent that I think about Carson when you're inside me," she said.

Andy nodded as his cock threatened to reach a fully erect state. "It really turns me on."

"Will you masturbate this weekend?" she asked.

"I might find it hard to resist."

She caressed his leg, looked away for a moment, and then turned back and said, "I know this is probably unfair, but I don't want you to masturbate. I want to be the one to make you cum."

He took a deep breath and considered the proposal. "So you're going to spend your weekend cumming with another man's cock inside you and you want me to hold off on cumming, to let you have all the fun until I pick you up on Monday morning."

"Yes, that's what I want," she answered without hesitation. "And yes, I know it's unfair because I’m going to spend my weekend having an astonishing amount of sex with another man and cumming more times than I can count, so of course I shouldn't be asking you to refrain and you don't have to grant my desire. I'm just telling you what I want."

"Fuck...I'll do it. I won't cum."

She kissed him softly. "One more thing. Would you mind if I sent you pictures? Maybe some lingerie shots. Maybe a few post-fuck shots."

"You're killing me."

"I know. I'm so bad. I just...I don't know, I'm just really turned on by the idea of you constantly thinking about me while I'm with Carson this weekend."

"Yes, you can send me as many pictures as you want."

Andy's reward was a long, slow, deep kiss that left him hard as a rock.

"Would you mind helping me with my suitcase?"

She'd packed a small suitcase for her weekend and she almost certainly didn't need help with it, but Andy was more than happy to do so. He waited a minute for his erection to die down and then got out, popped the trunk, and removed her small wheeled suitcase.

Elianna turned and walked towards the hotel, leaving Andy with no choice but to follow with her luggage. He caught up to her and they held hands while striding across the lobby and towards the elevator. Elianna stepped inside as soon as the doors opened and Andy followed.

She pressed the button for Carson's floor and Andy was suddenly gripped by a deep sense of nervousness as he had no interest in meeting the man that was going to spend all weekend fucking his wife.

As soon as the elevator lurched to life, Elianna kissed him. They made out for the duration of their trip to the top floor and then she took the suitcase, stepped into the hallway, and blew him a kiss.

"I'll send you lots of pictures. I promise," she said.

The elevator doors closed and Andy let out a deep breath and leaned against the wall as his cock slowly deflated. He strode out of the lobby and into his car. He drove home and halfway there he received a picture of Elianna in the bed wearing a bra and panties with her dark hair spread out on the comforter beneath her. She'd have Carson's cock inside her before Andy even got home. It was going to be the longest - and potentially hottest - weekend of his life.