A Corrupting Influence - Part 1

Patrick is a relatively vanilla guy...until he meets Elena, that is, who slowly corrupts him with the many pleasures of being with a hotwife

It would have surprised Patrick's friends to know that he'd had sex with Elena - or that he'd fucked her, as she would have described it - mere hours after meeting her. Patrick had long since been given the label of a 'relationship guy,' and he wasn't the slightest bit perturbed by it for that's precisely what he was. He didn't do one night stands. He didn't do quickies. It never appealed to him.

Elena changed that, though. They met at the baggage claim. She had on a blue sundress and a pair of brown leather cowboy - or cowgirl, he was never certain about the correct term - boots. She was tall and slender and her dress was shorter than he would have expected for a woman that looked to be in her mid thirties. Not scandalously so, of course, but she was showing off a bit of thigh and it was impossibly attractive.

Elena caught him staring from a few dozen feet away. Patrick was embarrassed, but the flirtatious smile she offered made it clear she took no offense to his appreciation of her beauty.

The smile compelled him to approach her. It was not something he usually did. He couldn't help himself, though.

Patrick opened with an apology and introduced himself. Elena offered her name and then reached out and briefly rested her hand on his arm as she assured him that she didn't mind when a handsome man looked her way. She went on to say that she would have dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie if she wanted to completely hide herself.

"I might have stared even if you were in sweatpants and a hoodie," he countered. "You're remarkably beautiful, Elena."

She smiled, glanced away, and then met his gaze once more while brushing her hair behind her ear. She stepped a little closer and Patrick caught a whiff of her perfume.

"So, are you from around here or traveling?"

"I'm here for a conference. I'm a teacher and there's a gathering of us at the Hyatt downtown. My school district pays for teachers to attend two of these a year - they're optional - and I like to go. It's fun to get out of town for a while, to meet new people...to flirt with handsome strangers."

Patrick felt his loins stir as Elena smiled at him and he was consumed by a sudden desire to have her. He'd never felt it so strongly. Normally he wanted to take a woman on a date, to end the date with a kiss, to go a little further on the second date and then the third and then maybe sleep together on the fourth. For some reason, though, Elena inspired a different kind of desire.

"Can I take you out for a drink?" he asked.

"Now?"

"Well, after we get our bags."

Again she smiled and again he felt that stirring of desire. "I'd love that."

Two hours later they were naked in Elena's hotel room. Not long after that, they'd both cum and her naked body rested against his in the king size bed.

"That was exceptional, Patrick," Elena said as she kissed his neck.

She rested a hand on his chest and Patrick glanced at the sparkling diamond ring on her finger. It was nestled next to a wedding band and he felt a pang of guilt. He'd spotted the ring at the bar but had been unable to extract himself from his overwhelming desire for her.

"I feel a little guilty," he said. He'd been told on many occasions that he was a little too free with expressing his feelings, but it was the only way Patrick could deal with them.

"Guilty? Why?"

He nodded towards the ring. "You're married. I just helped you cheat on your husband."

Elena sat up and smiled. "No you didn't." She rolled over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Patrick admired the curve of her hips as the covers pulled away and felt his desire stir once more despite his recent orgasm. Elena tapped the screen a few times and handed it to him. "See? I didn't cheat."

Patrick read a series of messages between Elena and a man named Brian, who must have been her husband. In the messages, Elena clearly laid out the fact that she'd met someone, that he was handsome and charming, and that she intended on fucking him (her words). Her husband conveyed his excitement at the notion and wished her good luck. She then promised she'd share the details and called him 'cuck,' a word Patrick was unfamiliar with.

"I don't understand," he said. "You...your husband is okay with this?"

"My husband's a cuckold," she replied. "He loves this. I'm going to FaceTime with him tonight. I'm going to tell him all about this. He's going to love every second of it. Instead of helping me ruin my marriage, you did my husband a favor by fucking me better than he does."

Patrick wasn't a prude. He didn't particularly care for the term 'fucking' when lovemaking could be used, but he understood that he was a bit old fashioned in that way and he didn't object to anyone - even his sexual partners - using the term. He did find himself utterly baffled at the idea of a man enjoying the fact that his wife slept with other people, though.

"I'm here for three days," Elena said, "and I'd like to see you again. More than once, hopefully."

She was not the kind of woman Patrick was usually interested in. In fact, in many ways, she was the kind of woman he shied away from. "I'd like that," he replied, ignoring the part of him that was trying to warn against spending more time with Elena.

She smiled. "And how would you feel about me sucking your dick until you're hard so you can fuck me again right now?"

Patrick didn't get a chance to respond as he was in Elena's mouth moments later. There was still a part of him that wanted to resist her charms, that felt a little nervous about surrendering to the sexual whims of a woman far different than any he'd ever been with, but Elena had proved irresistible up to that point and Patrick couldn't begin to muster the will to resist her.

---

They met up for dinner the next day. Elena wore a low cut yellow dress that was even shorter than the sundress had been. She had on a pair of four inch heels, too, and her hair looked lustrously beautiful. He realized that he'd seen her fresh off the plane the day before and that she was even more breathtaking when given the time to fully put herself together.

"Elena...you're stunning," he said as she exited her Uber and sauntered towards him with a gentle sway in her hips.

"Why thank you," she replied before stopping and turning from side to side so he could fully appreciate her dress. "I clean up nice, don't I?"

"Nice doesn't begin to describe it."

Elena surprised him with a deep kiss. Patrick wasn't sure he'd ever kissed a woman like that in public - certainly not with so much tongue - but his loins came alive in dirty thoughts filled his head.

"I'm pretty sure the dress has had the desired effect," she said with a smile. "Unless of course you have a banana in your pocket."

Patrick was a little embarrassed that he'd gotten so hard from just a kiss, but he offered a smile of his own. "No, not a banana."

"Just a stiff cock, then?"

Her ease with dirty talk made him just a little uncomfortable. He'd felt something similar as she urged him to 'fuck her harder' the night before, though his arousal had easily overcome that mild discomfort. The same thing happened standing outside the restaurant as Patrick's mind conjured an image of Elena naked and on her back in the hotel bed with her legs spread, her eyes alive with desire for his cock.

"I want you," he said.

"And you can have me, Patrick," she replied. "As many times as you like, however you like. First, though, you're going to take me to dinner."

As they walked into the restaurant, Patrick thought of April, a previous girlfriend who'd also been a teacher. She'd never worn a dress like the one Elena had on, despite having the figure to pull it off. She'd never spoken like Elena, either, and though she'd seemingly enjoyed sex, it hadn't been accompanied by any sort of adventurous spirit. Patrick didn't hold any of that against April, of course, as she'd been precisely the sort of woman he was interested in. They hadn't quite clicked - personality wise, that is - which is why the relationship ended after four months, but now she stood out as the polar opposite of the teacher whose heels click quite pleasingly on the floor as they followed the hostess towards their table.

Once their drinks had arrived - Patrick didn't often drink with dinner, but he ordered a cocktail after Elena had done so - he couldn't help but inquire further as to her husband's enjoyment of their arrangement.

"I know we talked about this last night, but...this thing with your husband...well, I guess I'm still struggling to wrap my head around the notion that he likes that you sleep with other people."

Elena sipped her drink as she studied his face. She set the glass on the table, licked her lips in a remarkably suggestive manner, and said, "That's an excellent cocktail."

Patrick thought she might skip out entirely on answering his question, but she rested her arms on the table and leaned forward, flashed a bit of cleavage in what must have been a purposeful manner, and said, "Most of the guys I sleep with are well-versed in the set up my husband and I have developed. In fact, my husband is usually the one that finds guys for me. I have profiles up on a few dating apps and I make it very clear that I'm a married woman that fucks other men with her cuckold husband's permission and support. You're a little different, though. There was chemistry the moment I saw you. Desire, really. If I'm being honest, my pussy got a little bit wet when I saw you staring at me."

It was becoming a theme that Patrick would find himself taken aback at Elena's sexual openness. He wondered if that would abate at some point or if he was just the kind of guy that would never fully wrap his head around that sense of making public - in a way, at least - what Patrick had always considered to be subject matter that should be contained to the bedroom.

"All of which is to say that I could have explained more yesterday, though it's also true that you might never be able to wrap your head around it. The short version, though, is that some men are immensely aroused by the idea of their wives fucking other people. My husband is one of those men, and to him there's nothing hotter than the notion that my sexual needs are being satisfied by someone else. I swear, it's better than sex for him. Sometimes it's much better than sex."

Patrick couldn't wrap his head around that idea. He couldn't begin to do so, in fact. "Wait, wait, wait..."

Elena smiled and sat back. She looked irresistibly confident and Patrick felt an overwhelming urge to have her, to be naked with her, to be inside her. He couldn't explain it as it was more than typical desire. He'd felt that since he was a teenager. This was something else.

"You know what, you're right. I can't wrap my head around that."

"You don't have to, for what it's worth. All I want is for you to fuck me."

Patrick glanced at the tables around them. He felt that same gentle discomfort at her talking like that in public. His heart was beating rather hard, though, indicating that he wasn't exactly put off. If anything, it seemed like the opposite might be true.

The conversation veered into typical dinner conversation after that and Patrick was pleased to discover that he quite liked Elena. She was smart and witty and told charming stories about the travails of being a teacher. He particularly enjoyed her tale of sussing out that a parent had written an essay for one of her students as it had involved following clues, asking the right questions, and eventually settling on having the student write another essay instead of simply handing out a failing grade.

"Did you drive here?" Elena asked as they walked out of the restaurant.

"I did."

"You can drive us to my hotel, then, and I can suck your dick while you do."

For just a moment Patrick's knees wobbled as his loins tingled in a way they hadn't in as long as he could remember.

She kissed his neck, moaned softly enough that only he could hear it, and whispered, "You wouldn't mind if I had you in my mouth while you drove us to my hotel, would you, Patrick?"

He shook his head. "I think I'd like that."

They walked to his car and he opened the passenger door for him. Elena kissed him feverishly and stroked him through his slacks. He was hard by the time she released him from her grasp.

Elena's seat belt was buckled as he got behind the wheel. She remained buckled and in her seat as he pulled onto the road and he felt a touch of confusion. He glanced over to see her smiling at him before returning his attention to the road.

"When was the last time you got a blowjob in the car?"

"I can't remember, to be honest."

She reached over and caressed his thigh. "That's a shame. I should really remedy that. I assume I can trust you to keep us on the road if I'm sucking your cock?"

Patrick nodded and marveled at his good fortune at having met Elena the day before.

"Let me just send a quick selfie and text to my husband. He likes it when I blow other men. He doesn't get his dick sucked."

Elena took a selfie as Patrick pondered the notion that she was happy - eager, perhaps - to give him a blowjob in the car but that she didn't ever go down on her husband. He remained confused at the idea that Elena's husband - or any man - would be turned on by the idea of his wife blowing someone else, and yet she was taking a picture and sending a text and making it very clear that she would have someone else's cock in her mouth. If her husband wasn't turned on, Elena was the cruelest woman alive and that seemed impossible.

Elena slipped her phone into her handbag, unbuckled her seat belt, and leaned over to free his cock. Patrick rested a hand on her back to give her room and moaned as her mouth engulfed his erection. He glanced at head bobbing up and down in his lap and thought it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

Patrick warned her when they were nearing the hotel and her head popped up from his lap. She wiped the saliva from her lips, tucked him back into his pants, and said, "I like the way your cock tastes. I like how big the head is, too, and I really like having you in my mouth, Patrick."

He pulled into the hotel's valet stand not long after and handed his keys to the young man. Elena informed him that the car wouldn't be needed until the next morning and they rushed through the lobby and into the elevator.

After some fierce kissing they disembarked on her floor and she took his hand as they walked down the hallway. 

"I'm as wet as I've ever been," she said while fishing through her handbag for her key. "You'll have to fuck me multiple times tonight. I hope you're up for that."

He was.

They kissed and undressed each other once they were inside. The door clicked shut as Elena's dress fell to the floor and Patrick marveled at the yellow lace bra and panties she had on underneath.

She let him admire her body for a few moments and then stepped closer and helped him out of his pants. Her fingers stroked him vigorously while their tongues entwined. Patrick loved the way she kissed. There was a hunger to it he'd never felt before and it made him feel desired.

Elena stepped away once he was hard. She gestured towards the box of condoms on the nightstand and Patrick took off his shirt before retrieving one. After dressing his cock he saw Elena on her hands and knees in the bed. Her panties were around her ankles and her pussy glistened with desire.

"Take me," she said.

Patrick couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex from behind. It wasn't really in his repertoire. Missionary was his preferred position with girl on top a close second. Those were really the only positions he ever used and he'd never had a woman ask to be taken from behind.

"Oh...I..."

Elena smiled. "I like doggystyle, Patrick. I like it when a man takes me from behind, when he grabs my hips and fucks me hard. Hell, I like it when a man grabs my hair and fucks me hard. I like the idea of my body bringing you pleasure in a variety of forms. I also like the idea of you fucking me in a manner my husband has never been allowed to fuck me."

Patrick wasn't sure why, but that comment spurred him into the bed. He rested a hand on Elena's ass and guided his cock between her pussy lips. He noted that she felt a little tighter than in the missionary or girl on top sex they'd had the night before and he smiled.

"Fuck, you feel so tight," he said, mostly because he was pretty sure that Elena liked to talk a bit during sex.

"You're bigger than my husband," she replied. "So my pussy is nice and tight for you. My pussy was made to please you, Patrick. It was made to get you off. To make you feel good. To make you cum so fucking hard."

He filled her slowly and she moaned. He grabbed her hips, pulled out, and slowly filled her once more, watching his cock the entire time. The view was remarkable. Stunning, really, and stunningly hot.

"Holy shit," he said.

"I'm yours, Patrick. Fuck me as hard as you want."

He ran a hand up her back and grasped her shoulder. Elena arched her back and Patrick began to fuck her harder. It felt good. Better than he imagined, actually. It was the same pussy as the night before, but this was different somehow. A dormant part of him had come alive and he liked it.

"Harder," she said. "Fuck my pussy harder."

Patrick listened. He fucked her harder. It felt even better. She was still tight. The grip her pussy had on him was incredible. Her lips clung to his shaft as he pulled out. He lost himself in the pleasure of it. He let the hidden part of him emerge. He let it flow through him.

Then he grabbed her hair. He worked it into a makeshift ponytail and he gripped it hard. He pulled. Her head tilted back she moaned as her arms extended fully.

"Pound me!"

He pounded her. He pounded the married woman on her hands and knees in front of him. He pounded her like he'd never pounded a woman before.

"Spank me!"

Patrick brought a hand down on her ass. She yelped and moaned. He found the energy to fuck her harder. His loins tingled with pleasure. He spanked her ass again.

"Cum for me, Patrick!"

Somehow Elena knew he was close. He buried himself inside her. He grunted. He filled the condom with his load. He leaned forward and rested his hands on the bed. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. She caressed his face. She turned her head and kissed his cheek as he rested his chin against her shoulder while his body continued to shudder the pleasure of his orgasm.

Eventually, Patrick pulled out, rolled onto his back, and spread his arms in the bed as a giddy smile spread across his face. He was certain that he felt ten years younger. A good orgasm can do that for a man, though.

Elena cuddled with him and Patrick instinctively wrapped an arm around her.

"Is it safe to say that you've changed your opinion on doggystyle?"

He laughed. "You've swayed me. That was really something else, Elena. You're really something else."

She kissed his neck and her lips lingered for a few moments before she gently nibbled his ear lobe. It was her soft moan that reminded Patrick that she hadn't cum. He turned his head and kissed her. His fingers moved between her legs. He entered her and began to rub her clit. Soon enough she came on his fingers, shuddering and moaning into his mouth.

"Fuck...that felt really good," she said.

"Next time you'll cum on my cock."

"Is that an order?" she asked with a smile.

Patrick took a moment and nodded. "Yes. Absolutely."

"I like it when a man takes charge."

"Does your husband take charge?"

She shook her head. "He's not built like that. He is, however, built for being a cuckold, which means I get to enjoy being with other men and experimenting with all manner of pleasures, like showing a handsome man just how much fun it is to fuck a woman doggystyle while pulling her hair and spanking her ass."

"That was fun."

They kissed softly. "I'll admit that I wanted to see if you were the kind of man that would enjoy that sort of thing, as I really enjoy being fucked by that kind of man."

"I'm glad I didn't disappoint."

"You certainly did not."

He deftly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Patrick cupped one of her breasts and they kissed as he gently worked her nipple with his fingers.

"You make me feel so good," she whispered before kissing him again.

"I'm going to make you feel good several times tonight," he replied with a burgeoning sense of confidence. "And tomorrow morning, too."

"You're just what I needed, Patrick."

---

"Don't take that away," Elena said as she extended her hand towards Patrick, who'd just removed his condom and was headed towards the bathroom to toss it before getting in the shower and getting ready for the day. He'd fucked Elena three times the night before and she'd woken up him with a blowjob, leading to the incredible sex they'd just had.

"What?" he asked.

"The condom. Give me the condom. I'm going to FaceTime with my husband while you're in the shower and I want to show him the condom. He likes seeing proof that someone else fucked me."

Again Patrick found himself utterly confounded by Elena's husband. He wasn't about to argue with her, though. She was the expert in the field of cuckolding, after all, so he handed over the used condom and headed for the bathroom.

"Hey, beautiful," a voice said. It was safe to assume that the voice belonged to Brian, Elena's husband. "You look so sexy."

"Why thank you, cuck," she replied. "You look a bit sleepy. Did I wake you?"

"You did, but I can't think of a better reason to wake up early."

Patrick stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He kept the door open, though. He probably should have given them their privacy, but he couldn't help his curiosity. As soon as he'd adjusted the water temperature, Patrick moved back to the doorway and poked his head out. He was around a corner so Elena couldn't seem him but he could still hear their conversation.

"He fucked me three times last night, cuck. I sucked his dick twice, too."

"Fuck, that's so hot."

"Show me that cute little cuck cock of yours," she said.

Patrick couldn't believe a man would enjoy being talked to like that.

"Aww, it's adorable in its little pink cage."

He imagined a cock locked up in a bird cage, though that seemed impossible. He made a mental note to ask Elena about it.

"You're so drippy, cuck," she continued. "Is that because it turns you on that your wife has given herself to another man on her trip? Do you like that I found someone I really like, that I really connect with, that really knows how to make me feel good in a way you don't?"

"Fuck...Elena...yes. I love that. You know I love that. Can I masturbate?"

"No, cuck. You have to wait until I get home. Then I'll make you cum, though not until you've tended to my body and my pussy. Remember, a cuck has to work for his orgasms. You don't just get them. You're not like the men that fuck me."

Patrick was both fascinated and dumbfounded by the conversation he was listening to. He still couldn't begin to wrap his head around the dynamic between Elena and her husband, though by all accounts it was a dynamic that worked wonders for them and thus Patrick refrained from any sort of judgment, especially since he'd already garnered such incredible benefits from Elena's eagerness to cuckold her husband.

"I wish I was there," Brian said. "I wish I could watch. I wish I could tend to your swollen pussy."

Patrick suddenly felt as if he was invading their privacy, so he backed into the bathroom and got in the shower. He wondered if Elena actually let her husband watch or if that was just a fantasy they played out. He was certain he'd never be able to fuck a woman while someone else watched. The notion of it made him deeply uncomfortable and thus the reality of it seemed utterly impossible.

While he was in the midst of soaping up his body, Elena appeared in the bathroom. "Mind if I join you?"

Patrick opened the glass door and stepped aside. Elena entered, took the bar of soap from him, and rubbed it vigorously until her hands were covered in foam. She set the bar aside and cleaned his cock and balls as they kissed.

"My husband asked me to thank you," she said.

"Really?"

Elena nodded. "He's always very grateful to the men that satisfy me. He likes to express his gratitude and today that means saying thanks."

"Well, next time you talk to him, tell him that it's been my pleasure to...to satisfy his wife."

She smiled and Patrick noticed his cock growing in her hand. "He also said that I should suck your dick in the shower. Would you mind if I did that?"

He shook his head and Elena turned him towards the water.

"Let's get all the soap off first." She washed his dick while they kissed. He grew thanks to the erotic pleasures of having her tongue in his mouth. He thought of her husband expressing his gratitude. It was beyond strange, and yet also strangely appealing. Part of Patrick still couldn't believe it, but he'd heard their conversation. Elena's husband liked that she was fucking someone else on her trip.

"You're hard again," she noted.

"You're irresistible, and I don't think I've ever gotten a blowjob in the shower. I have to admit, I'm excited."

She turned him until the water was hitting his back and they kissed as she stood on her toes and pressed her body against his. Her breasts felt wondrous against his chest and his cock slid between her thighs. The top of the shaft rested against her pussy lips and Patrick entertained a brief fantasy of fucking her in the shower. The reality of that would likely be a pain - shower sex wasn't that much fun, in his experience - but the fantasy was nice.

"I want to hear you tell me to suck your cock," she whispered.

"What?"

Elena looked up at him and smiled. "Say it."

He felt a sudden surge of desire. "Suck my cock, Elena."

She sank to her knees and his dick throbbed. She took him in her mouth and Patrick knew that it wouldn't be long before he came.

"I want to cum in your mouth," he said. "And I want you to swallow."

She responded with a moan and then took him deeper. Patrick wasn't going to last long. Something about the situation had him massively aroused and he was hit with a brief, gentle sense of regret that Elena was only going to be in town for a handful of days. Patrick pushed that side, though, and enjoyed the incredible blowjob unfolding in the shower.

Soon enough he was cumming in her mouth as Elena provided him with yet another blissful orgasm. She swallowed, too, and did so with a smile.

She was unlike any woman he'd ever been with and Patrick wanted more. So much more.