Author's note: This is the third chapter in a story involving three characters who explore the wife pursuing a D/s relationship outside of her marriage. I see this being a slow burn over time as the characters evolve and grow. Timid at first, getting more bold and adventurous as boundaries are pushed. All feedback is welcome, but certainly constructive feedback is preferred. I'll respond to anyone who wants to discuss further.
Apologies for the delay in chapters. I absolutely hate editing so I put it off. If anyone is interested in helping edit, especially fixing grammatical and punctuation errors, reach out.
Hope you enjoy!
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Nicole furiously rode up and down on her husband, Steve, as she brought them both closer to orgasm.
"Fuck me, oh..oh...oh fuck me." She gasped as buried her husband's cock deep inside her over and over again.
"Say it..." Steve hissed at her.
"Ohh, ohhh, fill me up... Matt. Fill me with your cum!"
The command, coupled with the other man's name, pushed Steve over the edge and he started shooting cum inside her. As soon as she felt her husband explode her own orgasm began rolling across her entire body. They moaned in ecstasy together for several moments before she collapsed on top of her husband, completely spent, gasping for breath.
Eventually she gathered the energy to roll off on her side. They spent a few moments looking at each other, smiling, and saying nothing.
The last few days had seen this scenario play out over and over again. After meeting with Matt, the single man Nicole had met online, Steven had agreed to allow Nicole to meet him again. This time it would involve the two of them meeting at Matt's house, and almost certainly include sex. Both Nicole and Steve had a level of nervous sexual energy neither of them had experienced before. They couldn't get enough of each other. They couldn't get enough of talking about Nicole and Matt and what might happen.
They had met at a bar several days ago and had discussed that the first sexual encounter would go no further than oral sex. Sometimes it seemed like an arbitrary line to draw, especially given how excited Steve and Nicole were about the prospect of full penetrative sex, but it still provided some reassurance for the married couple that things weren't moving too far too fast.
Matt for his part was nearly going out of his mind with excitement. The days couldn't slip by fast enough, work dragged on forever. Occasionally he would trade messages with Nicole. Tortured by the idea he may be messaging too much or too little. He was petrified of screwing up a fantasy on the cusp of it actually coming true. The idea of "oral only" almost made him giddy. "Oh darn" he would tell himself jokingly, "I can only get my dick sucked all I want... for hours if I decide. What a terrible life I'll be living!"
He spent time reading BDSM stories online, especially ones written by women, to try and understand what a good Dom may and may not do. When he would ask Nicole what she hoped for, she stubbornly refused to say much more than "To please you. To be used by you. Whatever you want."
It was almost hard for Matt to imagine someone could be so selfless when it came to sex, that he could be so selfish and everything would work out, but the more he read, the more he felt comfortable with the idea that some people were truly, naturally submissive and that "taking" from Nicole wouldn't actually be a selfish thing.
Matt spent Saturday morning obsessively cleaning his house. Trying to make sure everything little thing was in its place and every surface was perfectly clean. He couldn't concentrate on anything. Nicole would be there in a few short hours and he was practically pacing back and forth with anticipation. He tried not to look out the window every five minutes, but eventually he saw a car pull into his driveway. Steve was behind the wheel, the two appeared to converse for a minute, he watched them lean in to kiss, and then Nicole opened her door and headed towards the front door.
The doorbell rang.
Matt walked over and opened it to see a clearly nervous Nicole. "Come in" he said.
Nicole walked in a few steps and Matt shut the door behind her. Nicole fidgeted and looked around the room, taking in what kind of place her new "friend" lived.
"The drive over was ok? You found the address with no issues?"
"Yeah." Nicole answered meekly
The room was filled with tension. Matt pulled out his phone and started typing.
"Sorry, I just wanted to text Steve that if he has any second thoughts, he can just call me and we can stop."
Nicole blushed, thinking it was a really sweet thing for Matt to think of. Realizing in the process it was turning her on to have two men negotiating how she was to be used.
"Ok. Done. How do you feel?"
"Good." Nicole answered.
"You know we can stop any time you want, right?"
"Uh huh."
"Are you nervous?"
"A little.
"Are you excited?"
"Yeah," Nicole said, dipping her eyes and blushing deeply.
"Is there anything you want? Water?"
"I'm ok." Nicole replied.
Matt stepped back and looked at her. She really was beautiful. Dirty blonde hair, slender but still curvy. She wore a pair of jeans that hugged her figure and a somewhat unassuming blouse.
Matt took a few steps across the room and sat in an armchair nearby. It seemed almost surreal now. He gathered a little courage and said, "I want you to take off your shirt."
Nicole didn't hesitate. She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head without ceremony, revealing a lacy black bra. She held it in her hands for a moment, looking around, unsure of where she should put it.
"On that table is fine."
Nicole put her shirt on a nearby coffee table and returned her expectant glance to Matt.
"Now the pants."
Nicole immediately reached for the button on the front of her jeans. She opened the zipper and pulled them down, stepping out of them as gracefully as she could, all too aware of Matt's eyes. She put them on the table with her shirt.
"You are gorgeous. I like that your panties match your bra."
Nicole beamed inside knowing she was pleasing Matt. She made a mental note he liked matching bra and panties.
"I want you to get on your knees." He said in a flat, somewhat commanding tone.
Nicole didn't hesitate. She simply dropped down to her knees, unable to keep a smile from forming on her face.
"Good girl. Now crawl to me."
Nicole's heart beat faster. She didn't see this coming but loved the idea. Slowly, she put one hand in front of the other, trying to look as sexy as she could, making her way over to where Matt was sitting. When she got close, he stood up.
"Unbutton my pants."
She felt embarrassed at how quickly her hands shot to his button. They moved before she could even think it through. She pulled his pants apart and started sliding them down.
