A Corrupting Influence - Part 2

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Patrick couldn't have a relationship with Elena. Not a real one, at least. She was married and she'd been quite clear she had no intention of leaving her husband. In fact, she'd reiterated a handful of times that she was deeply in love with him.

Despite her having no reason to lie about that fact, Patrick couldn't fully wrap his head around the idea that Elena could love her husband so deeply while she slept with other people. She'd explained the concept of hotwifing to him numerous times. She'd explained that Brian got off on his wife having sex with other men, that it actually provided him with a far greater level of sexual pleasure than a more typical sexual relationship would.

Patrick bristled when Elena described him as 'vanilla' with regards to his approach to sex. She'd done so when he inquired for the third time as to Brian's enjoyment of being cuckolded, as Elena called it. She hadn't bothered trying to explain it again. She'd simply said that it was hard for someone into 'vanilla' sex to understand it, that Patrick might not ever understand it, and that he didn't need to understand it to enjoy being with her. Soon after they fucked again, so she was clearly right on the last part.

Later that day Patrick drove her to the airport. She gave him a blowjob on the ride and swallowed his cum just a few minutes before he pulled into the departures section to drop her off.

"Something to remember me by," she said with a smile before kissing him on the cheek. Patrick got her suitcase out of the trunk and they shared a hug and a quick kiss before she hurried off as the security guard shooed Patrick back into his car.

At first Patrick figured that his weekend with Elena would be codified into a beautiful memory, that the pleasure he'd experienced with her might fuel his occasional masturbatory fantasies over the next few weeks and then he'd move on and try and begin a real relationship with someone local.

He knew she'd be on his mind constantly. Of course she would. He'd had more sex over the course of the weekend than in the previous four months combined. The body and brain don't simply forget that kind of pleasure. It comes up over and over.

Elena had left him with a pair of her panties. They were worn but not messy. She'd sprayed them with a dash of her perfume and though the gift had made Patrick a touch uncomfortable, he'd found himself gently inhaling her scent just a few hours after he'd dropped her at the airport. Soon after Patrick was masturbating as he thought of the sex they'd had, of the blowjobs she'd given him, of the way she'd sat on his face once, of washing her lean body in the shower, of the many incredible orgasms she'd given him.

Patrick resolved not to masturbate to her again. It felt weird to pleasure himself to thoughts of another man's wife. His resolve lasted all of 24 hours. He found Elena on Instagram and perused her feed. He skipped over the pictures of her and her family and concentrated on the shots of her modeling new dresses or a killer new swimsuit. He admired her confidence and fearlessness. He thought of how she'd smiled at him so many times over the weekend, of how good it had felt when she'd smiled at him, when he'd made her laugh. He thought of how good it felt when she kissed him, when her tongue moved so eagerly into his mouth, when her fingers lowered his zipper and she freed his cock.

He masturbated staring at a picture of her in a white once piece swimsuit. He came while thinking about her riding him in that swimsuit. He came hard, too. Really fucking hard. Again Patrick resolved not to masturbate to her again. It was foolish to indulge in pleasure related to a woman he literally couldn't have.

Elena messaged him the next night. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Patrick stared at the message as a dozen responses ran through his head. "Same," was all he said. Then, a few moments later he added, "It feels weird to think so much about a married woman."

"I'm married to a cuck," she replied. "If I called him into the bedroom and told him to eat my pussy while I thought about you, Brian would happily do so. He'd get so turned on that he'd beg for an orgasm after giving me one while I thought about your cock inside me."

Patrick knew he would fail yet again to refrain from masturbating to thoughts of Elena. He was already too turned on to avoid claiming an orgasm.

"Don't think of me as a married woman," she added. "Think of me as a hotwife. I know you don't entirely understand, but a hotwife has her husband's permission to play, to indulge in her desires for other men, to indulge in relationships - of a sort - with other men."

Patrick read the word 'relationships' over and over. Was Elena saying that she'd be open to that with him? They lived far enough apart that a flight would always be required to see each other and the relationship could never be what Patrick had always thought he desired, but in the moment all he really wanted was to see her again.

"Does that mean I can see you again?" he texted.

Elena sent a picture. She was on her back in her bed. She was wearing a red bra and panty set with 'Victoria's Secret' emblazoned across the waistband and the bra straps. She'd hidden her nose and eyes and for a moment Patrick was disappointed, but he quickly corrected himself. Elena barely knew him, after all, and sending pictures of her face was a risky endeavor.

"You look so sexy," he messaged.

"How do you feel about phone sex?"

He smiled and then felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. It took a moment, but Patrick quickly identified a fear that he'd disappoint her with a lack of skill in the art of dirty talk, which was at the heart of phone sex.

"I don't know that I'd be any good at it," he replied, choosing honesty over false bravado. "I'd like to try sometime, though."

"How about right now?"

Patrick dialed her number.

"Hey there," she said in a remarkably sultry tone that pulled him back to her hotel room, to her crawling on top of him, to her guiding his cock into her pussy before telling him how good it felt.

"It's good to hear your voice," he replied. "It's only been a few days, but it brings back memories. Good memories."

"Yeah? Which ones?"

He closed his eyes and lowered his underwear. His fingers encircled his cock. "I'm thinking about you kissing my neck and moaning as you stroked my cock on our second night. Your fingers felt so soft around me."

"Around your stiff, beautiful cock," she interjected.

He moaned a little. "You kissed my neck and whispered about how badly you wanted me to fuck you, about how you wanted it hard, about how you wanted me to pound your tight pussy."

Elena moaned and Patrick heard...well, wetness. She must have been masturbating.

"You sound wet," he said softly.

"I'm soaked, Patrick. Soaked for you."

"Is your...is your husband there?"

"No. He'd like to be, but I wouldn't let him in the bedroom. I made him go do the dishes. I wanted privacy."

Patrick's head spun at the notion that Elena could simply issue orders to her husband and he would follow them. It felt like an entirely different world from the one he existed in.

"And he just...he just does what you say?"

"Of course he does. He knows that I control his pleasure, so if he doesn't do as I desire, he doesn't get to cum."

Patrick felt an urge to say something negative about Brian, to express his confusion about any man that would willingly surrender control of his orgasms to his wife. He restrained himself, though, as he knew that Elena would be annoyed - and perhaps angry - with him for his lack of kindness.

"You don't need to understand him, Patrick," Elena said, correctly reading Patrick's silence as confusion. "Just think about me. Think about my lips around your cock. Think about me serving that beautiful dick of yours, about me sucking and stroking you as I look up at you, about the lust in my eyes as I think about you cumming in my mouth, as I think about swallowing your load."

"Oh, fuck, Elena..."

"Mmm, that feels good, doesn't it?"

"It really does."

Patrick listened to her masturbate and he stroked his stiff cock a little faster.

"I don't suck my husband's cock," she said in a soft, erotic tone. "He doesn't deserve to get his cock sucked. You do, though. You deserve to see me on my knees for you, Patrick. You deserve to get your cock sucked by a beautiful woman."

He couldn't deny the thrill of a married woman expressing her desire to suck his cock over her husband's. Patrick still felt a bit strange about it and there was absolutely a sense of guilt swirling through him, but the lust easily overpowered any unpleasant feelings.

"I want you to suck my cock, Elena," he said. "Fuck...I want you to wear something sexy and then suck my cock until I've cum in your mouth."

"Mmm...Patrick...should I swallow for you?"

He was close. "You should. You should always swallow my cum."

"Because that's what a good cocksucker does, right?"

Patrick had an orgasm. Outside of Elena, he'd never heard a woman talk like that and it was astoundingly hot. Absent anything to catch his cum, he made a mess as it flew all over, but in the moment Patrick didn't care in the slightest. It was pure pleasure to have an orgasm while thinking about a beautiful woman sucking his dick and swallowing his cum.

Thankfully, Elena came with him, at least based on her moans. She wasn't talking anymore, either, and Patrick took that as a sign that she was just as lost in her pleasure as he'd been.

"Was that good?" she asked.

"It was amazing."

"So you like phone sex?"

"When it's with you, yes."

"We should try FaceTiming. I'd like to see your cock as you stroke it and I'd be more than happy to show you my pussy so you can fantasize about fucking it."

He smiled at the notion that they'd talk again. "I'd like that."

There was silence from her end of the line for a few seconds.

"I'd also like to see you again," he said.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I know it means a flight and time away from your family so I might be asking too much, but I'd really like to see you again."

"I'd like to see you too. I think I can get away in a few weeks. Are your weekends free for the rest of the month?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, I had fun, Patrick. I'm looking forward to talking again and I hope it's okay if I text you occasionally."

"That would be great."

"We'll talk soon. Bye."

"Bye."

Patrick tossed his phone onto the bed, closed his eyes, and smiled. He was covered in cum - and his sheets were, too, so he'd have to do laundry - but he was blissfully happy.

There was no future in a relationship with Elena, but Patrick reasoned that there was nothing wrong with having fun with a beautiful and willing woman, so that's what he was going to do. He'd always been someone that dated with an eye towards the future, but he could be someone that dated with an eye focused firmly on having fun. At the very least he was going to try to be someone that could do that.

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"I almost masturbated on the flight," Elena announced as her fingers moved over Patrick's thigh. She was nowhere near his cock but she'd managed to get him hard from the anticipatory delight of what would follow once they reached her hotel.

"Really?"

"I got so wet just thinking about being with you. Three weeks of dirty texts, phone sex, and FaceTiming has left me desperate for the pleasure you provide, Patrick. It's left me desperate to make you feel good, too, to do more than simply tell you how I'd make you feel good. I want to make you cum so badly."

Patrick couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to have found a woman like Elena.

Once they reached a red light she unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over, and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced until someone laid on their horn and then she laughed and moved back to her seat.

"Why a different hotel?" he asked.

"I wanted a place with a soaking tub. I love a good bath and it's hard to truly enjoy it at home. There are often lots of interruptions. At a hotel, though, I can stay in the bath as long as I want. Plus, the pool is better at the Hilton."

Patrick thought of Elena in the swimsuit from her Instagram feed. He thought of swimming with her, of rushing up to her room, of fucking her in the swimsuit like he'd done in his masturbatory fantasy.

"Will I get to see you in a swimsuit?" he asked.

"Of course you will. I brought three, actually. Two bikinis and a one piece."

He tried not to think of Elena as his girlfriend. It wasn't easy, though. He liked her. They'd talked a lot over the past three weeks. She was smart and funny and they really got along. It wasn't just a sexual thing. He had no idea if she liked him in the same way, but she'd flown in for the weekend and had made it clear she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible so it seemed like she must have liked him a little bit.

"I brought lingerie, too. My husband helped pick it out. That's one of his favorite things, actually."

"Yeah?"

"I try it all on for him. I model it for him. I remind him that he doesn't get to enjoy my body in lingerie, that other men get to enjoy that privilege, men that fuck me better than he does."

Patrick felt the gentle stroking of his ego and he smiled. It still felt wrong - on some level, at least - to find pleasure in the fact that he was about to have sex with a married woman, but he liked that he was apparently better than her husband.

"Do I really fuck you better than he does?" he asked.

"You do. Brian is a wonderful husband in almost every way. He is not, however, especially good in bed. I'm not even sure I could pinpoint his shortcomings. All I know is that the sex is better with the men I fuck outside of my marriage. Not always, of course, and when the sex isn't good I don't see the guy again because there'd be no point. With you, though...well, the sex is exceptional. You are light years better than my cuck husband when it comes to fucking me, Patrick."

Patrick could have screamed at himself not to surrender to his ego's desire to feel superior to Brian and it wouldn't have mattered. He suspected that it was okay to feel superior, though. In fact, that might have been the point, though Patrick didn't understand cuckolding well enough to know if that was the case.

"I like that I'm better than him...in bed, at least."

She caressed his thigh. "I do too. For what it's worth, I also like you, Patrick. It's not just that you fuck me better. No offense, but better sex isn't really worth a plane flight. Someone I like, though? That makes it worth the extra effort."

Patrick suddenly felt like he was floating. He tried not to fully surrender to it - he couldn't have a real relationship, after all - but there was no point. He was under the influence of things out of his control - hormones raging through his body, really - and so he surrendered.

"I like you too," he said. "A lot."

Soon enough they were at her hotel. They did a quick tour of the pool area - which was lovely - and then stepped into the elevator. They kissed as the car lurched to life and he couldn't keep his hands off her ass. She moaned into her mouth as he squeezed her backside, though, and his dick got hard and pressed into her.

"I can't decide if I want to suck you off for the first time or have you pound my pussy," Elena said right before the doors slid open.

"Maybe it shouldn't be your decision," he replied.

She smiled and he remembered how she'd mentioned that she likes it when a man takes charge.

He put his arm around her as they walked to her room. He grabbed her ass about halfway there and kissed the back of her neck as she unlocked the door. They kissed once inside and he lifted her dress over her head. His hands moved over the delicate material of her bra she moaned while loosening his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

"Wait," he said before stepping back.

"What's wrong?"

Patrick smiled. "I want to see you in lingerie. Change into one of the sets you brought. I'll be waiting in the bed."

Her excitement was obvious. She rushed over and kissed him deeply. "As you wish," she said softly before grabbing her suitcase and wheeling it into the bathroom.

Patrick watched her go and then turned to explore the room. There wasn't a great deal to see, though the high floor offered an impressive view. Otherwise there was a bed, a desk, an armchair in the corner, and a sizable TV.

He debated closing the curtains, but extra light was a good thing, so Patrick stripped, crawled into the bed, and stroked himself as he waited for Elena to emerge in the lingerie she and her husband had selected for her trip.

Upon seeing her in the bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set, Patrick's first thought was that Elena had excellent taste. His second thought was that her lean body was ideal for lingerie. His third thought was that he desperately wanted to fuck her.

"Spin around for me," he said.

She did so with a smile, showing off her utterly flawless ass framed by the garter belt.

"Bend over."

She rested her hands on the desk and shook her ass a little.

"Play with your pussy."

Patrick had never uttered commands like that to a woman, but he felt emboldened in that moment and he quite liked how it made him feel to say something and watch her do it.

"Are you wet, Elena?"

"Soaked. For you. For your cock."

"Come and take me in your mouth."

She stood, turned around, and crawled into the bed. Her gaze was fixed on his as she moved between his legs and ran her fingers up his thighs. Her smile brightened for just a moment and then she took him in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Elena...suck my cock. Show me how badly you want to make me feel good."

She nearly swallowed the whole of his cock and then set it free from her mouth and stroked him. The sounds of wetness filled the hotel room as she said, "I like this side of you."

"Yeah?"

Elena nodded. "I want to make you feel good, Patrick. I want you to do as you please with me."

He got the sense that it was about more than making him feel good, that him taking charge actually turned her on. That made him want to do it more.

"Get a condom," he instructed. A longer blowjob would have been nice, but Patrick was desperate to fuck her. He'd spent the past three weeks dreaming of her pussy and the pleasure it had offered him. There would be plenty of time to cum in her mouth. He was already imagining a long, slow blowjob as he enjoyed a cup of coffee in the morning.

Elena retrieved a condom from her suitcase and hastily tore it open. She rolled it down his cock and he smiled at her expertise and wondered how many different cocks had been treated to the same protective procedure before venturing inside her. Surprisingly, he wasn't the slightest bit put off by the notion of her having a great deal of sexual experience.

"Ride me," he said.

She straddled him, pulled her thong aside, and took his cock inside her.

"You look so fucking hot in this lingerie," Patrick noted as his hands moved over her stocking-clad thighs, caressed the garter belt, and cupped her tits in the delicate and impossibly soft-feeling bra.

"My husband thought you'd like it," she replied. "He really wanted me to look good for you, Patrick. He wanted you to be overcome with desire when you saw me. He knows that I need to get fucked by men like you, that I can only find true sexual satisfaction with other men."

"Find your satisfaction, Elena. Ride me until you cum."

"With pleasure."

She rested her hands on his chest and rocked her hips back and forth. Patrick marveled at how wet she was - he could hear it as she rocked back and forth - and he enjoyed the pleasure on her face as Elena closed her eyes, tilted her head back a little, and worked herself up into a frenzy.

Her first orgasm arrived quickly, proving that she was just as turned on as she'd said. She came hard, too, with her thighs trembling wildly while Patrick watched the pleasure dance across her face.

Elena collapsed on top of him and her lips found his. She was clearly still in the mood, though, as her tongue did wondrous things inside his mouth while he grabbed her ass and slowly moved his cock in and out of her.

"I want you from behind," he said. "Get on your hands and knees."

She moaned, lifted her hips, and moved to her hands and knees. Patrick got behind her and thought of how she'd said that she likes it when a man pulls her hair as he's fucking her. He ran his fingers up her back and through her hair. He grabbed a fistful of it and pulled back gently while guiding his cock inside her.

"Take me," she said.

Patrick did just that. He fucked the beautiful married woman hard and fast. He spanked her ass a bit, too, and found surprising pleasure in it. He liked surrendering to the part of him that came alive in that particular position, that wanted to be in control, that wanted to fuck her with great power and speed, that was encouraged by her moans to harder in pursuit of his orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" he cried out.

Elena looked back at him and smiled. Patrick saw a deep sense of satisfaction on her face, one that rivaled how she'd looked while cumming. It seemed that she found immense pleasure in giving him an orgasm, a fact that made his climax even more thrilling.

He pulled out afterwards and rolled onto his back. Elena cuddled next to him and grasped his cock to remove the condom.

"Wait," he said.

"What's wrong?"

"Would your husband like it if you...would a picture of the condom still on me make him happy?"

She smiled brightly. "You'd let me do that?"

He nodded.

"Yes, my cuck would love to see a picture of the cock that had just been inside me, especially since the cum is so visible. He really likes proof that my pussy made another man feel good."

It was Elena's enthusiasm for teasing her husband - or pleasing him, perhaps - that Patrick enjoyed. He didn't understand the dynamics of their relationship, but he didn't have to.

"Then please take a picture," he said.

She grabbed her phone and snapped a few shots of his still-hard cock with his load resting at the tip.

"He's going to love those," she said. "Thank you, Patrick."

Elena rested her head on his chest and he ran his fingers through her hair as he said, "It's my pleasure. I mean, obviously."

She caressed his thighs and he marveled at how good her touch felt, at how good being close to her felt. He cautioned himself against enjoying her company too much, but there was little point in it as he couldn't resist surrendering to the beautiful post-orgasmic feelings that enveloped him.

"You're welcome to say no, of course, but how would you feel about me making an audio recording to send to my cuck?"

"Of what?"

She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest. "Of you fucking me. Audio only. He likes to listen. I like to make him listen. He's not allowed to masturbate as he listens. It's a way to tease him, to keep him aroused so he doesn't get sullen while I'm gone. Plus, I like to play the audio for him when I get home. I'll stroke his cock and tell him how much better you are than him."

Though he was a little uncomfortable with the idea of being recorded, Patrick couldn't resist the delight his ego felt at being the better man, sexually speaking at least. There was something strangely arousing at the idea of her jerking off her husband while they both listened to Patrick fuck her.

"I'd be okay with that," he said. "That sounds kind of hot, actually."

She kissed him softly and cupped his balls. He was far from being ready to fuck her again, but Elena's touch was electric, especially with her tongue slowly dancing in his mouth.

"I'm going to go take a quick mirror selfie of my post-fuck look," she said. "My cuck loves that kind of thing."

She took the condom from his now-soft cock and headed for the bathroom. Patrick smiled as he tried to wrap his brain around the idea that Elena was, in fact, an exceptionally good wife. After all, she was thinking of her husband while in bed with another man. She was thinking of how to make her husband feel good, of how to tend to his needs while she was simultaneously tending to another man's needs. He knew nothing of the other areas of their marriage, but he was fairly certain that her husband was an exceptionally lucky man to be married to someone that put in so much effort. That also meant that her husband likely put in a great deal of effort in other areas of the marriage.

Perhaps Elena and her cuckold were, in a strange way, a perfect couple that Patrick could learn from, at least in terms of the effort required to craft and maintain a happy long term marriage.

At the very least he would keep in mind that Elena was driven to make her husband happy - and to keep him aroused - and Patrick would try to help with that in any way he could.

"Any chance you brought a swimsuit with you?" Elena asked as she emerged from the bathroom.

"I didn't, but I'm pretty sure I saw some in the shop in the lobby. I could just buy one."

She smiled. "Good. Let's go swimming, then. Maybe we'll get some food poolside. Then we can fuck again."

"This is going to be the best weekend ever," he said.

Elena crawled on top of him, smiled, and kissed him before saying, "Hopefully it's just the first of many incredible weekends with me."

Patrick wanted more than anything for that to be the case.