Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 9

Click here to read the previous parts of the story.

 Being married is almost entirely wonderful. I love sharing my life with someone. I love that I have someone I trust implicitly. I love knowing that I have a partner that I can rely on without question or hesitation.

The only real downside is that a married sex life can be a bit stale. You know, of course, that I've solved that problem by opening my half of our marriage to other men. I'm a hotwife. My husband Alex is a cuckold.

Becoming a hotwife has restored sexual excitement to my life. I enjoy having sex with my husband, but it stopped being a source of genuine excitement. The sex was never quite mind-blowing, but everything else about being with Alex is exactly what I want out of life with a partner and because of that I adore him.

I was missing that excitement, though, and he knew it, which is why he was actually the one to suggest that I start sleeping with other people. I don't think he understood what he was unleashing in me when he made that suggestion - how could he understand it? - but sleeping with other men has awoken a part of me that I wasn't entirely sure existed.

I mention all of this as a way of introducing what I've started to think of as the need.

When I first had sex with another man - his name was Blake and we fucked at a weekend getaway with friends - it was spectacular. It was exciting and the orgasm was fantastic and the newness of the whole thing was everything I wanted it to be.

Then I fucked Simon, a man with a remarkable cock and a gorgeous body. The sex was better and Simon was really quite charming. It was with Simon that I developed the need.

It's not quite an addiction, as that implies some sort of harm. Instead, it's this overpowering sense of lust that can only be quenched by indulging in my body's desire for Simon.

It's not something I want. It's something I need. There's a difference. When you want something you can usually live without it. When you need something it becomes impossibly painful not to have it.

The funny thing is, the need isn't always for an orgasm. The need is sometimes just to be with Simon, to indulge in my body's desire to be close to him, to have his cock in my hand, to have it in my mouth, to give him pleasure.

That's the part that surprises me the most. I've never really been that kind of woman. The kind that enjoys giving a man pleasure almost as much as she enjoys experiencing direct sexual pleasure herself. There's something about Simon or about hotwifing in general that has unlocked that part of me, though.

I first felt the need just a handful of days after Simon and I fucked our way through half a box of condoms in a hotel room he'd booked for the night. It was the most exquisite night - and morning after - of my life. My body was tingling with pleasure even after I got home and indulged in my desire to reconnect with my husband.

A few days afterward I was working - from home since I'm lucky enough to work remotely - and I suddenly couldn't concentrate. Thoughts of Simon filled my head. My nipples got hard. My pussy got wet. I tried to push those thoughts aside so I could actually accomplish something, but my brain wasn't having it.

I got up and went to Alex, who's also fortunate enough to work from home. I told him I needed to cum. His eyes lit up. He came to me. We kissed. I pushed him to his knees. He pulled down my leggings and ate my pussy as I stood there in the middle of his home office with my hands in his hair.

I came hard. I thanked him. He looked up at me with desire in his eyes and I smiled. I told him I had work to do but that I would take care of him that night. He was frustrated but there was a tinge of lust, too. I like that about Alex. I like that he's actually gotten into being a cuckold, that he likes certain aspects of it, even the aspects that are frustrating.

I went back to work with my desire extinguished. Or so I thought.

Ten minutes later I felt that intense desire again. My nipples got hard. Thoughts of Simon danced through my head. In particular I relived a memory of him sitting on the couch in the hotel room. He'd put on a fluffy white robe while we drank champagne. It was after our second time fucking. I had on a robe, too, and I'd gone to the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom I saw Simon sitting there on the couch with the champagne glass in his hand and a smile on his face. His legs were parted just a little and the robe had fallen open. I could see his soft cock and I felt an urge. An urge to have him in my mouth. So I closed the distance between us, set my champagne glass on the coffee table, and got on my knees to suck Simon's cock. I sucked until he was hard in my mouth and my pussy gushed as I did it. I think it was the first time in my life that I'd gotten massively aroused from pleasuring a man with my mouth.

We fucked after that. I put a condom on his beautiful cock, climbed on top of him, and rode him while in the robe. He opened it up and kissed, licked, and sucked on my tits as I worked him with my pussy. We came together after a long, slow ride where my body remained in a place of bliss for the entirety of the time he was inside me.

That memory - of the blowjob I gave him - danced through my head as I sat there at my desk. It made the need greater. My pussy was so wet I soaked my panties. Having an orgasm had quieted the need for a short spell, but not nearly long enough to make a difference.

I'm sure it won't surprise you to hear that I texted Simon. It was a simple, straightforward message.

"This might sound strange, but I have an overwhelming need to have your cock in my mouth. Any chance you're available?"

I'm sure it's even less surprising to hear that Simon was, in fact, available. He invited me to his office, in fact.

"Alex, baby, I'm going to see Simon," I told my husband as I popped my head into the room where he'd just eaten me out.

His eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"I'm sorry. You did a really good job eating my pussy, but it wasn't enough. I need something more. Strangely enough, I have this need to give Simon a blowjob. I might also get fucked, but I just need to have him in my mouth. I can't explain it. I just have to have it, so I'm going to his office for a little lunch break blowjob."

Alex looked...I'm not sure. Disappointed, maybe? Insecure, I suppose. I mean, he'd gone down on me and made me cum and he hadn't been able to satisfy my need. Of course, that was the entire reason I'd become a hotwife, so it wasn't as if he'd never dealt with that feeling before.

"I love you, Alex," I said as I walked into the room and behind his desk. I pulled his chair out, turned around, and sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I turned my head to kiss him on the cheek as he cupped my breasts through my sweater. "I do. I love you dearly. Right now, though, I need something you can't give me. Something only Simon can give me. This is why you asked me to sleep with other people. I need something my husband can't give me."

Our hotwife and cuckold relationship had evolved to the point where that kind of talk actually turned Alex on, which was why his dick got hard as I gently ground my ass into his crotch. It's what I wanted. It was much better to leave him aroused than to leave him disappointed.

"I love you, Erica," he said.

We kissed. It was long and slow and soft and deep. "I love you too," I replied. "I'll text you when I'm on my way home. Forget about me taking care of you tonight. I'll take care of you - and probably have you take care of me again - after I get back from sucking Simon's cock."

He groaned grabbed my hips to try and make me gyrate in his lap a little faster. I did so and was suddenly acting very much like a stripper. It was exciting, honestly, and I felt like I understood in that moment why some women enjoyed the sense of power they got when they stripped and danced for men.

I also decided to change into a skirt, so I gave Alex another kiss and then got up and headed for the bedroom. I found a fairly short - but somehow conservative-looking - skirt and changed into it, leaving my leggings on the bedroom floor. I put on a pair of knee length boots and a coat and headed to Simon's office.

It was the first time I'd visited his office. All I knew about Simon's career was that he was in finance, which really didn't offer any specifics as to what he actually did. The office didn't offer any specifics, either, as it was a series of cubicles with actual offices lining the walls. A woman behind a desk near the elevators directed me to Simon’s office and when I stepped inside he was on the phone.

I shut the door and locked it. The window shades were already drawn, giving us privacy. He smiled as I took my coat off. He smiled brighter when I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. I tossed them onto his desk and he grabbed them, lifted them to his nose, and inhaled deeply as his eyes fluttered. He was putting on a bit of a performance, but it was thrilling.

I sauntered towards the desk and sat on it. I inched back, put my feet on the desk, and spread my legs wide. Simon stared at my pussy as I reached down and began to masturbate while he listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone call.

Simon stroked his cock through his slacks - he looked great in his suit, by the way - and I watched him grow as he stared at my wet pussy with my fingers dancing over my clit.

"Take it out," I mouthed silently.

Simon slowly and silently unzipped his pants and removed his cock. His smile made it obvious he found it thrilling to do so while on what I assumed was a work call.

He stroked his dick as he watched me masturbate. I felt the need crop up. I felt it growing inside me. It was like it was shouting at me to get on my knees and pleasure the gorgeous man in front of me.

I slid off the desk and dropped to my knees. Simon removed his hand from his gorgeous, thick cock and I wrapped my fingers around it. I softly kissed my way up the shaft and then took the head in my mouth. He closed his eyes and his lips parted as I sucked. I think he wanted to moan, but of course he kept quiet.

My pussy was soaked as I fed the need. I found it intensely arousing to be on my knees blowing a man while he was at work, while he was on a work call. It's not something I'd ever done before and the novelty of it absolutely added to the thrill. Plus, there was the thrill of giving head to this man who'd so thoroughly dominated my thoughts that day.

I slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants while blowing him. I removed them as quietly as I could, pulling the slacks down to his ankles as my head bobbed up and down in his lap. I ran my hands up his thighs and over the tight, soft fabric of his boxer briefs. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and stopped sucking for a moment to pull the underwear down and fully free the cock that had so thoroughly satisfied me the prior weekend.

I ran my thumb over the underside of Simon's glorious cock head and kissed his balls. I was fully enmeshed in making him feel worshiped, in offering him the kind of pleasure that almost every man fantasizes about. I don't know why, but in that moment it made me so fucking wet to dedicate myself to giving him pleasure without a thought for the heat and desire between my legs. It was like my brain had decided that Simon deserved a reward for the pleasure he'd given me that weekend. Either that or some part of me wanted to make absolutely certain that Simon wouldn't wander to another woman, that he'd reserve his cock for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. Sometimes that stuff is primal, which is probably what the need is. It's a pure, primal desire to secure the sexual desires of a man that had shown me the best night of my life, sexually speaking.

I sucked Simon's balls as I played with the head of his cock. I took great care not to make much noise and he seemed to take great care not to let a loud moan slip from his lips as a beautiful woman worshiped his cock and balls from her knees.

After a while - I'd guess five minutes - Simon's call ended. He set his phone on his desk as I worked his big cock with my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair and down my back. He lifted my sweater and I stopped sucking long enough for him to take it off. I quickly unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor, leaving me on my knees in nothing but my skirt and boots.

I looked up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. His strong hands played with my tits as our tongues entwined. I stroked his cock and he moaned into my mouth.

"You've made this the best work day I've had in months, maybe years," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked with a smile. "Does that mean it feels good to get your cock sucked by a beautiful woman as you work?"

"It feels better than good."

He sat back, but instead of taking him in my mouth, I took his cock between my breasts, squeezed the soft flesh around his shaft, and tit fucked him for a short while. I licked and sucked on the head as it reached my mouth, too, providing plenty of lubrication and that little extra bit of pleasure that seemed to leave Simon trembling with desire.

When it seemed that Simon was nearing an orgasm, I took him in my mouth again and sucked with vigor. I used my hand, too. I worked his cock like a woman possessed and I was rewarded with him cumming in my mouth.

Now, I imagine I'm like most women in that I'm not in love with the experience of a man cumming in my mouth. At least, that's usually the case. There was something different about that orgasm, though. It was feeding the need. It was satisfying me to satisfy him. My pussy was so wet as I took his load in my mouth while looking up at the pleasure on his face.

Afterwards, I swallowed and Simon looked down at me with a blissful smile. "Can I make you cum?" he asked.

"Not today. I'm going to have my husband do that. I got him quite excited before I left, and to be honest, there was something intensely pleasurable about coming to your office and sucking your cock and I'd like to sit in that pleasure for a little while."

"Can I fuck you this weekend?" he asked.

My pussy tingled at the idea. "Absolutely. How would you feel about my husband watching you fuck me at least once?"

Simon smiled. "I'd like that."

"It's a date, then. Let's book a room."

"I'll take care of that. I'll get something nice with plenty of space for all of us."

"Maybe a nice couch for my husband to watch from."

Simon liked that idea, at least based on his smile.

I put my bra and sweater back on, though I left my panties on his desk as something of a prize. After all, he claimed my mouth in the middle of the day and he did so because he'd fucked me so good the weekend before that I absolutely had to blow him to show my appreciation.

I kissed Simon goodbye, left his office with a smile - and caught a few glances from his coworkers - and went home.

Alex was in his office when I arrived. I walked in without saying a word. I pushed his chair back. I sat on his desk. I spread my legs. He looked between them and his eyes went wide.

"I let Simon keep my panties as a little keepsake. He earned them."

"Did he fuck you?"

I shook my head. "Not today, no. He earned them because he fucked me so good last weekend. He earned them because I was so turned on sucking his cock that my pussy is absolutely soaked."

Alex wheeled his chair a little closer and slipped two fingers inside me. I could hear the wetness and he could certainly feel it.

"Wow," was all he said.

"I sat on his desk just like this while he masturbated," I explained. "He was on a work call. He couldn't resist playing with his cock, though. His big, beautiful cock. The big, beautiful cock that satisfied me so many times last weekend."

Alex rubbed himself through his jeans.

"I did consider asking him to fuck me," I said.

"Why didn't you?"

I smiled and rubbed my clit while Alex fingered me. "I just really, really wanted to suck him off. I can't explain it. I just had to have him in my mouth. I just had to give him pleasure with my mouth, to show him that I'm the kind of woman that can show her appreciation for a man like him."

Alex unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He leaned in and his tongue took the place of my fingers in massaging my clit.

"I don't think I've ever wanted to suck cock as badly as I wanted to suck Simon's cock today." I leaned back and moaned before taking off my sweater. "I don't know what's come over me, Alex, but I feel like a different woman since I first fucked someone outside our marriage."

"I like it," he said. "That you're a different woman. That you're...I don't know, wild and sexy and uninhibited."

"And you don't mind that it was another man that was the subject of that wildness?"

Alex stood and took his pants off. I inched my hips forward and he slipped his cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and he leaned down.

"I hope it's okay that it...well, that it turned me on that Simon was the subject of your desire."

I kissed him deeply to answer that question. He started to fuck me as our tongues entwined. I knew immediately that it would be good sex with a chance at being great sex. I knew that the fact that I'd just given Simon a blowjob was a big part of what made the sex exciting. That's the joy of being a hotwife, though. Everything is more exciting, even sex with a man that doesn't usually completely fulfill me.

"Fuck me, Alex," I said. "Fuck me while I think about how good it felt to be on my knees in Simon's office."

"Yeah? It felt good to suck his dick? It felt good to suck his big cock and make him cum in your mouth?"

He fucked me harder and I got ever closer to a potent orgasm.

"Yes, it felt so fucking good. It felt so good to suck that big cock, to make him feel good. It felt so good to suck him off, baby, to make him cum in my mouth, to swallow his thick cum and then come home to you for a deep kiss."

We came together. Alex buried his cock inside me and unleashed his load as I wrapped my legs tightly around him and felt my body tremble with the release of every bit of sexual energy I'd built up while on my knees in Simon's office.

I'd fed the need. I'd satiated that wild desire. I'd once again experienced the intense thrill of being a hotwife and ensured that I'd feel the need again, and again, and again.