Birth of a Hotwife - Part 5

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"Are you thinking about him?" Russell asked.

My husband was between my legs. He was working my pussy with his tongue and he was doing an exceptionally good job. The expectant, excited look in his eyes made it perfectly clear what he wanted to hear me say.

"Yes," I answered. It just so happened that I was thinking about my bull, mostly because at the time I was utterly enthralled with Jared. It was like he'd rewired my sexual systems so that almost all of my desire was focused on him, at least when I was concentrating on cumming, and with Russell between my legs I was absolutely concentrating on cumming.

"I like that," Russell admitted. "That he's not here and you're thinking about him."

"Instead of thinking about you?" I asked.

My husband nodded. We were still early enough in our cuckold and hotwife explorations that the answer surprised me just a little. It shouldn't have, of course, but I was still learning and it was just a bit unexpected that Russell would find it arousing that my mind was on another man, a man who happened to be out of town that weekend.

"I wish he was here," I said. "I wish he was between my legs instead of you."

Russell moaned. He slipped three fingers into my pussy and gently licked my clit as he managed to find my g-spot, offering a little extra pleasure that could only be provided by digital stimulation.

"Is missionary your favorite position with him?" Russell asked.

I closed my eyes, arched my back a little, and moaned as he returned to gently licking my clit. I was fairly certain he'd pulled back just a little on the pace of stimulation because he wanted to draw out my orgasm. He was doing so selfishly - the dirty talk clearly aroused him - but I had no problem with that. I felt fucking fantastic in that moment and there was nothing wrong with drawing out my orgasm a little longer.

"To be honest, baby, I like them all," I answered.

"Even doggystyle?" he asked with genuine surprise in his voice.

I looked down at my husband and smiled. His surprise made perfect sense, as I rarely let Russell take me from behind. It's hard to explain, but doggystyle was better with my bull. I'm not entirely sure why, though I suspect it has something to do with my inherent desire to please Jared, and in the pleasure of being fucked by an alpha male. I don't know if that makes any sense, but sometimes sex and the satisfaction that comes from it can't really be explained. It just felt better when Jared fucked me from behind than when Russell did.

"Yes, even doggystyle," I said as I reached down and caressed my husband's face. "It's better with Jared. Much better. His cock reaches deeper into my pussy. It's not just that, though. It's...it's something else. There's just something about him that makes being taken by him - even taken from behind - feel so good."

"It does look like you enjoy it," Russell replied, referencing the handful of times he'd watched Jared fuck me doggystyle.

I sat up and leaned down to kiss my husband. He fingered me as I lured his tongue into my mouth and gently sucked on it. He got to his knees and crawled forward a little, making it seem as though he thought I'd let him fuck me.

"Do you want me?" I asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

"And what if I don't want your cock inside me?" I asked my husband.

He held my gaze as I watched both arousal and what looked like a touch of worry wash over his face. I wanted to be inside his head in that moment, to know exactly what he was thinking and feeling as he contemplated the idea that I was going to deny him the chance to fuck me.

"That would...I don't know, that would turn me on and disappoint me at the same time. It's...it's weird."

I smiled. "It's certainly different, but this whole thing is different, isn't it?"

I put a hand on the back of his head and guided him between my legs once more. I denied him without saying a word and Russell went back to work licking and fingering my pussy.

"Before he left, Jared asked me to keep my pussy just for him," I explained. "He said he'd find it a turn on if I denied you while he was gone, if I denied myself, too. He wants me to be desperate for his cock by the time he returns, Russell."

Jared moaned and the vibrations made my clit throb with desire. He pushed his fingers deeper inside me and then looked up and asked, "So, are you going to let me make you cum?"

"Jared didn't say anything about denying myself an orgasm," I replied. "He just said no cock, though I'm already pretty desperate for him and I suppose I might be out of my mind with desire for him if I couldn't cum until he got back."

I would have been. Since I'd first cuckolded Russell I'd been cumming almost every day and my sex drive was sky high. Denying myself for five days - the duration of Jared's trip - would have been maddening, though not necessarily in a bad way.

"Is that what you want? Should I deny myself? Should I wait until Jared can make me cum?" I asked.

Russell seemed to give the question genuine thought before he nodded. "Yes, you should. The sex with him...it would be so much hotter, wouldn't it? I mean, if you were desperate for him? If you were out of your mind with desire for him?"

I nodded. As it turned out, Russell was right. I really was desperate by the time Jared got back from his trip.

"You missed me, didn't you?" Jared asked.

We were at a bar. We were seated next to each other in a booth in the corner. Russell was sitting across from us. I was in a short skirt, a cropped halter top, and a pair of four inch heels. I hadn't bothered with panties or a bra. I honestly would have preferred that Jared just come to our house where I could have greeted him without a single article of clothing on my body, but he insisted that we meet him for a drink.

"Like you wouldn't believe," I replied. It turned out to be far more difficult than I'd anticipated to go five days without an orgasm. It got more difficult when I informed Jared that's what I was doing and he started sending naughty texts and insisting on talking multiple times a day. The content of those conversations was entirely sexual, too. We even video chatted and masturbated, though of course I wasn't allowed to cum.

Jared sipped his drink, swallowed, and then leaned over and kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I tasted the vodka instantly. Somehow, it made the kiss hotter. My hand drifted between his legs and I stroked his cock in a downright pornographic manner. I honestly would have blown him right there in the bar had he asked me to do so.

"Your wife seems eager to get fucked," Jared said as he looked across the table at Russell.

"I know. She is," he replied. "She spent the past five days fantasizing about you, about how you make her feel. She's desperate for you."

I didn't entirely realize it at the time, but we were both making it perfectly clear to Jared that he was in control, that he had what I wanted, and that what I wanted was what Russell wanted too. It wasn't a menacing form of control, of course, and Jared wasn't a fucking asshole who would abuse it. He seemed to find it thrilling to draw things out, though, and to make me show him just how desperate I was.

Jared looked at me and let his eyes wander to my breasts. My nipples were hard and quite obviously poking through the thin material of my halter top and the sight of them seemed to please him.

"Show me your tits, Natalie," he instructed.

The booth was fairly dark and while the bar was busy, no one was paying any particular attention to us. Normally, I would have turned down such a request - I never would have done something like that for Russell - but I barely hesitated for Jared.

I lifted my top and held it up as both he and Russell stared at my tits. Then Jared leaned over and took one in his hand. I let go of my shirt as he kissed me. Again his tongue moved into my mouth, this time aggressively. It was a wildly over the top kiss, but it felt so fucking good. He was touching me and kissing me like we were already in the bedroom, but we were in public. I was letting a man - a man I wasn't married - play with my tits in public and my pussy was utterly soaked because of it.

"Do you like watching me play with your wife's tits, cuckold?" Jared asked.

"Yes," Russell answered as Jared continued to manhandle my breasts - in a way that felt spectacularly good - in the bar.

Jared's hand moved between my legs and under my skirt. I parted my thighs and his fingers found their way inside me. He buried them deep and I moaned as his thumb found my clit. He rubbed it in slow circles and as he penetrated me as I grabbed the edge of the table with my tits still exposed.

"Do you think she'd let me fuck her in the bar bathroom, cuckold?" Jared asked.

"Yes, I do," Russell answered.

I would have. I would have let him fuck me anywhere he wanted me.

Jared looked at me as his fingers worked my pussy and I moaned and said, "You can have me anywhere you want me, Jared."

Up to that point in my life I was not the sort of woman to say that to a man. I'd never really been sexually enamored with a guy, though. I'd had good sex - Russell and I had good sex - but I'd quite clearly never had sex I would describe as great. I think, honestly, that the sex with Jared reached that level - a level of greatness - almost entirely because I was cuckolding Russell by fucking Jared. That added an extra layer of mental pleasure to the whole thing, triggering some part of my arousal center that had never come alive before and filling my body with a kind of desire that had never come to the surface.

Jared was getting off on my desperation for him. I could see it on his face. He felt the same kind of arousal I felt. He was drawing it out because it turned him on so much.

He pulled his fingers from my pussy and held them up. I sucked them clean without being asked and as I did so Jared said, "I think it's time to go."

I pulled my shirt back over my tits, fixed my skirt, and slid out of the booth after Jared. He put his arm around me, pulled me close, and then rested his hand on my ass as he walked out of the bar with Russell close behind us.

We stopped just a few steps outside the bar and I looked up at Jared, who had a smile on his face. "Take your shirt off, Nat," he instructed.

We were still quite a ways away from the car, but I didn't hesitate. I took my shirt off and handed it to Russell, leaving me topless in the parking lot. I saw two guys walking towards us and they both whistled as they stared at my tits. Jared took my hand and stepped off the curb and into the parking lot. I went right along with him and my pussy actually tingled, mostly from the unexpected thrill of being half naked in public because my bull had demanded it.

"I like showing you off," Jared said. "It really fucking turns me on, Nat."

"I like turning you on," I replied.

Russell unlocked the car and Jared and I got in the backseat. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and I took him in my mouth without being told.

"Take us back to your house, cuckold," Jared instructed.

I sucked his dick for the entire drive back to our house. I could have made him cum - I'm very good with my mouth - but I needed to get fucked and I didn't want to wait, so I made it a slow, teasing sort of blowjob. Jared wasn't the only one that could drive someone crazy with lust, after all.

"How does it make you feel to listen to your wife sucking my dick while you drive us back to your place, cuck?" Jared asked.

"It turns me on," Russell answered. "My dick is hard. Hard as a rock."

I moaned. I liked that Russell was comfortable enough with my bull to be honest.

"When we get to your place, I'm going to take your wife to the bedroom and fuck her," Jared said. "I'm going to satisfy her pussy. I'm going to give her what she's been craving so desperately, what you can't give her."

I moaned again, this time because I was truly desperate for Jared's cock.

"Would you like to watch me fuck her, cuck?" Jared asked. I could hear the arousal in his voice. He was getting off on the control, on mine and Russell's willingness to give him that control.

"Yes, I would," Russell replied.

"Then you'll have to put my cock inside her," Jared said.

It was an utterly unexpected request and Russell didn't say a word in response. I chose not to say a word, either, mostly because I wanted to let Russell figure out just how far he was willing to go in the name of playing along with Jared's desires.

"Is that something you're willing to do, cuckold? Will you take my cock in your hand and guide it into your wife's pussy?" Jared asked as he ran his hand down my back and grabbed my ass. He gave it a swift smack and added, "You don't have to, of course, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait outside the bedroom if you're not willing to do what I want."

Again, I could have intervened. Jared wasn't an asshole. If I'd told him to let Russell watch without having to touch his cock, Jared would have. I wanted to let my bull push Russell's limits, though, or at least try to. Plus, if I'm being completely honest, I found the idea kind of hot from the perspective of diving deeper into this kink.

"Yes, I'll...I'll put your cock inside her," Russell finally answered.

I moaned around Jared's cock. I moaned because I wanted my husband to know that his decision excited me.

Russell pulled into the garage not long after. Jared didn't bother putting his cock away as we got out of the car and walked into the house. He stripped my skirt off the moment we stepped inside, leaving me naked except for the pair of heels. He got naked soon after, meaning Russell was the only one with any clothes on as we stepped into the bedroom.

"On your hands and knees in the bed," Jared instructed.

I crawled into the bed and looked back at him. I shook my ass and smiled. I spread my knees a little wider and felt my pussy lips open as if they were begging Jared to fuck me.

"Get me a condom, cuckold," Jared said.

Russell opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. He handed it to Jared and watched as the bull tore it open and rolled the rubber down his glorious shaft.

"You know what, cuck, I want to see you eat your wife's ass before I fuck her," Jared said.

Russell hurried towards the bed, crawled behind me, and went to work rimming me. It wasn't something I was familiar with at the time, but it felt fucking fantastic. There was something kind of dirty about it, but I was so turned on that I wasn't the slightest bit put off by that. If anything, the opposite was true.

"That's good, cuck," Jared said.

Russell backed away and I looked over my shoulder to see Jared crawl into the bed. He rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy lips and I resisted the urge to push my hips back and take him inside me.

"Put me inside her," Jared instructed. "Put my cock in your wife's needy pussy."

Russell crawled into the bed next to Jared and rested a hand on my ass. He looked down at my bull's cock, took a deep breath, and wrapped his fingers around it. My husband grabbed another man's cock and guided it into my pussy and I felt a sudden and fantastic rush of pleasure as he did so. It was utterly unexpected and fantastically thrilling and the penetration that followed felt better because of it.

"Oh my god," I said as Jared took me from behind. "Jared, baby, your cock feels so good. Fuck...five days is too long without you. It's too long without this perfect cock of yours."

Jared grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. I closed my eyes and moaned as I took each thrust into my pussy. At first there was a touch of pain as I got used to his size, but it wasn't long before it was pure bliss.

Then Jared pulled out. I whipped my head around to see him looking at Russell. "On your back, cuckold. With your head at this end of the bed." Russell moved onto his back and Jared looked at me and smiled. "Get into a 69 with him."

I smiled as I realized what my bull was doing. I moved on top of Russell and played with his cock through his pants as he remained clothed while Jared and I were naked.

"Put my inside her, cuck," Jared instructed.

A moment later my bull's cock entered me once more. This time, though, Russell was watching from beneath me. He moaned and I can only imagine what it must have looked like from just a few inches away. I saw a wet spot appear in his jeans as his cock leaked precum, both from my gentle stroking and no doubt from the thrilling sight of another man's cock entering me.

"Lick her clit, cuckold," Jared said. "Lick your wife's clit while I fuck her."

He commanded Russell with such ease and confidence, and it was effective, too, as I felt my husband's tongue on my clit just a moment after that command was issued.

"Oh, fuck," I said. "That feels so good, baby. Lick my clitty while he fucks me. Make me feel good while my bull pounds my pussy."

I was wet. Soaking wet. Wet enough that I was probably dripping a bit on Russell's face, which was so fucking hot.

"Cum for me, Natalie," Jared instructed.

I was close. Really close.

"Fuck me harder," I begged.

Jared did so. He fucked me harder and a little faster. He rested a hand on my ass while doing so. I pushed back to meet his thrusts as the pleasure built in my loins.

Then Jared pressed his thumb against my asshole. It wasn't enough pressure to penetrate me, but it was enough to make me think of being taken anally, even if it was just a finger.

For some reason, that put me over the top. I don't know why. Maybe because Jared was the only man I'd ever been with who was bold enough to even try and play with my asshole. Maybe because it just felt good. Maybe because it was naughty and a little extra kink was enough to put me over the top.

"Oh, fuck!" I screamed.

My legs trembled. I fell down to my elbows because my arms were suddenly weak. I came and I came hard on Jared's cock. I actually felt my pussy pulsating around his shaft as Russell's tongue gently lapped at my clit, ensuring I had the most thunderous, thrilling orgasm of my life.

I rested my head against Russell's leg and closed my eyes as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to emanate from my pussy. I smiled from the sheer pleasure of the orgasm and then Jared ran his hands up my back and leaned forward to kiss my upper back, shoulders, and neck.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"That was exquisite," I replied.

"Do you want more?"

"I do," I answered. "I want you to fuck me as many times as you want me, Jared."

He pulled out and I rolled onto my back. I was pleased to see a look of utter delight on Russell's face. Clearly, he'd enjoyed the unique show Jared had put on for him.

"I'm going to want a drink after I cum," Jared said. "And it won't be long before your wife's pussy gives me an orgasm, cuck, so why don't you run along to the kitchen and make me that drink."

Is it bad that it turned me on to hear Jared talk to Russell like that? It doesn't really matter if it's bad or not, I suppose, because it really fucking turned me on.

Russell did as my bull desired, too. He got up, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and headed out of the bedroom to make my bull a drink. Jared then crawled into the bed, pulled me into his lap, and slipped his cock into my pussy.

"Ride me," he said. "Make me cum. See if you can make yourself cum, too."

I did both and it didn't take me all that long. It was the first of three orgasms for Jared that night, all of which I took great pleasure in providing.

As it turned out, five days of denial had turned me into something of a wanton woman, which made the sex better for both of us. Russell enjoyed himself, too, though I didn't let him cum until after Jared had left. That made his orgasm better, though, which meant all three of us ended the night happy and completely satisfied, which is exactly how a good session of cuckolding should end.