This is the second part of the series starting with "Erica's Debut".
Erica Reflects
A few weeks ago Mark turned 21. Just a little over two hours ago, my wife Erica and I met this handsome, well-built hotel bellman as he brought red wine and chocolates to our room. About an hour ago, my normally shy and demure wife had exposed every inch of her sexy body to this his eager eyes. Less than a half hour ago, she first viewed his impressive cock. Twenty minutes ago my faithful wife of twenty years begged our bellman to fuck her. Mark, being a gentleman, did as he was told. And I, being a good husband, cleaned up after him, as I was told. Three minutes ago, my wife, still naked, walked the bellman to the door of our hotel room and saw him off with a deep, lusty kiss.
As she closed the door behind him she turned back to me, smiling and still flushed with excitement, and said "Back in a minute...." She ducked into the bathroom and I could hear her peeing.
The memories of the last two hours were enough to keep my cock from softening fully. I lay on my back in the middle of the king sized bed, waiting for her to finish, and stroking myself back to full hardness, in case she needed me.
My own cum was still sticky on my thighs and calves. My orgasm had come as I knelt between my wife's legs, licking up the tasty residue of her sex with the bellman, as she described the meeting she planned with her new lover and his frat brothers this upcoming Thursday.
Normally I would have gotten a towel or tissue and cleaned myself up, but I was captivated with my wife's newfound sense of adventure and I wanted to be sure that I didn't limit her options.
Erica came padding back out of the bathroom quietly, still naked and still smiling faintly, but her eyes were slightly downcast, and her look was questioning. She hopped into bed next to me, her firm breasts bouncing. She curled up beside me and nestled her head on my chest, spreading her long golden hair across me as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She was facing down, so she could my hard dick laying across my belly. For a moment she ran her fingers gently down my chest, toward my belly, and then she paused and whispered, "Do you still love me?"
I chuckled softly at the absurdity of the question. "Of course," I replied. "I've never loved you more.... You're not really worried about that, are you?"
"Well, I mean I did just sleep with another man. While you watched...and I did say some things...and maybe I did some things that I never really thought I could do." She slid her fingers down to my cock and ran her fingers lightly along the underside, making me twitch. "You seem pretty pleased, down here at least." She turned to look back up at me and propped her self up on one elbow and looked into my eyes. "I just want to make sure that you still are happy with me...here," she said, putting her hand over my heart.
"Erica, I know this might sound strange, but not only do I love you completely, I'm really proud of you. I'm really proud to be with you. You're a gorgeous woman, and having you take charge like you did...it was very powerful. It was exciting for me, really...fulfilling."
She smiled again, broadly this time. "I was worried that I'd gone too far. Tugging on your poor balls like that...I didn't hurt you, did I sweetie?" I shook my head no and smiled back at her reassuringly.
"Good, I'm glad. Did I hurt your feelings? I wasn't trying to, just trying to live up to your fantasies. It was difficult for me, being harsh like that." My wife put her hand down on my balls to caress them gently as she spoke to me. "When we talked about your fantasies the things you talked about, they made me think you wanted to be submissive to me, and to my lover. Was I right?"
My heart started to pump quickly. Even after all we'd done and been through, we really hadn't talked openly about these things. We really hadn't prepared. It just sort of happened. I was anxious about telling her what I really felt. But now I was thinking that she had done all of this for me...even the parts that I thought she had done for herself. "Yes, I do enjoy giving up control like that...having you in charge and being explicit about what you want is a real turn-on for me." My dick twitched to emphasize my point.
"I'm glad, honey. But...." She paused and I froze, I was hoping there wasn't a reservation or a regret for her, and it sounded like she was starting down that path. "But I don't think I'm really dominant.... In a way, I was allowing your desire, what I thought you wanted, to control the way I acted. It probably doesn't make any sense to you, but you were in control the whole time." Phew...that was a lot less regret than I thought she might be feeling.
"Actually, it does make sense. I was wondering if you had changed that radically...it was so different for you. I liked it...a lot...and I'm really happy you took the leap."
