Encouraging Her Desire Embraced

Part II of Encouraging Her

A few months went by since the couple, Carrie and Mike, first explored her fantasy.

They were having fun... indulging in their imaginations. At times, Carrie still couldn't believe she opened up to her husband... and she never expected his positive reaction.

Carrie was leaning into the adventure and enjoying herself. Inspired by their increased connection and her growing libido, she was exercising more and found inspiration in her shopping and style. She liked to look good for their play sessions, and it seemed like Mike didn't mind at all, judging by his reactions in the bedroom. Their banter flowed like they were new again, teasing, flirting, and inside jokes. Things were good.

As the couple embraced their sessions in the bedroom, they imagined different scenarios, getting more and more comfortable and open. Since their first exploration of the Hotwife fantasy, Mike had exclusively used toys, dildos and plugs on Carrie. She wasn't complaining about all of the focus on her. She followed these sessions with sensual, teasing handjobs for Mike. Over these months, Carrie had never cum so much in her life. She - and Mike - couldn't help but notice.

One Saturday afternoon, they were drinking coffee together, lounging around the bed, and their conversation steered to sex. Carrie was being playful, and said, "Mike we've been having so much fun, I love the attention, but the way we've been playing... I feel like it's been months since I've actually been fucked, you know?"

Mike laughed, "Yes, I guess with our play we've been very focused on you." Carrie blushed and smiled.

Mike continued, "Let's change up the next time we play - I'll make sure you get what you're asking for." Carrie sipped her coffee, happy she could communicate so openly with her husband, "Thanks, babe - we can still do the hotwife fantasy, it really is fun, but I want to work in sex next time as well."

Mike grinned, "Ok well let's plan it. Next weekend, let's do a couple of days away and have a proper date weekend, it'll be romantic and we can play when we're done." Carrie loved this idea and nodded. Mike gazed at his beautiful wife... her pretty eyes, soft skin and wicked smile. His mind started to work... he knew she was changing, opening up, and was ready for a fun challenge.

"Babe, why wait, let's start now so we can have fun throughout the week. Are you game?" Mike asked. Carrie thought about it.... that could be fun, she loved a little teasing, "Ok, what do you want to do?"

"For the next week, no sex, no orgasms," Mike said. Carrie could handle a little restraint, "No problem, I can hold out for a week..." she said. Carrie reflected... what a tease he could be... and at a time when she was getting used to frequent sexual pleasure and release.

Mike sipped and kept going, he wasn't done, "Great. You will have a daily teasing task while we wait for the weekend. A minimum of once per day, you will entertain your fantasy. You will read erotica or watch porn about hotwifing, or something similar - threesomes, cuckolding, stuff like that. You will masturbate, but you will not cum."

Carrie almost spit out her coffee... that sounded fun, but she also realized it would be a bit torturous... with no finish for a full week, and all of that stimulation. "Ok, that will be hard, but I can do it. But Mike, I better get a good weekend out of this!"

The week went by, and as promised, every evening Carrie would get in bed alone and masturbate. Some nights she read stories... Other nights she watched porn, and found all kinds of content about women receiving pleasure and positive reinforcement for seeking attention and sharing their bodies to make everyone feel good. It was harder than she thought not to cum, but she held to the rules. She also enjoyed exploring content with the push from Mike... she found it easier to toss aside any guilt and to take real time to enjoy herself.

After a few days, the fantasies were constantly playing in Carrie's head. She was distracted... anticipating each night, and desperate for the weekend to arrive. She found herself imagining things at work, on her commute, and while out shopping... it was always just there, in the back of her mind. She saw people differently... and found herself thinking...was it always this easy to choose fun? To just let go and enjoy the day?

The weekend finally came, and the couple drove to the next city over, a few hours away. They went shopping, bought some fun outfits (Mike had great taste - he knew what made her look good). They dined, and went to a spa where they got massages, and Carrie had her nails done. Mike paid for everything, and had arranged for Carrie to get waxed as well - a proper package - her legs, and a full Brazilian wax. She was getting spoiled and loved it.

They continued the next day, dining, shopping and even going to a movie. In the evening they went back to their hotel. Carrie was excited. Finally, she needed release.

At the hotel, they were in their room when Mike kissed her slowly and deeply, pulling her close. After a few minutes, just as Carrie was feeling ready to push him back onto the bed, he pulled her back and told her to go shower so they could play. Carrie wondered what he was planning as she wandered to the shower. She was so horny as stood in the warm water, scrubbing clean, enjoying her smooth skin, imagining what they would do next. She looked forward to Mike's voice, walking her through her fantasies... and to feel filled again, by a real dick instead of a toy. Carrie liked the toys, but she was craving dick... Mike had really built her up. She giggled at herself, Carrie felt like she was 21 again. Her husband didn't just know her body and what she needed, but he played with her mentally, giving her the space to embrace her pleasure.

Mike popped his head into the shower, "Babe before we play, I ordered us some drinks and dessert downstairs in the lobby. I also picked some of our new clothes to wear and placed them on the bed, so throw them on after you finish your makeup and let's go when you're ready."

Carrie finished her shower and got ready, moisturizing her body, doing her makeup and applying some of her favourite perfume. She came out and Mike pointed to the clothes laid out on the bed. Carrie's eyes opened wide... this was... unexpected...

"Ok babe, so our game begins now. Are you ready for the fun evening I promised?" Mike teased.

"Oh my god, yes babe, but what is this?" Carrie asked and she pointed at the clothes. They were... a little bold for going out in public.

Mike handed Carrie a glass of wine and she sipped as he explained, "I'm going to dress you in an amazing outfit, I know it's a little showy for you, but try it on and let's see how you feel."

Carrie nodded, she could do that. Mike grabbed the lingerie set they had bought - crotchless black lace panties and matching bra with half-open cups, showing her nipples. He slid the panties up her legs and over her ass and then moved on to the bra, which he cupped closely under her breasts before sliding the straps over her shoulders and snapping the back together. She felt good as his hands gently touched her.

She finished her wine and Mike brought her another. He then pulled the dress over her head - it was black with sheer sleeves, a deep V revealing her cleavage and collar bones, and a tight body that flared out at the bottom with the hem reaching her upper thigh. It covered her... but not by much, maybe a few inches.

Carrie slid on a pair of red heels that Mike had picked. She looked in the mirror... and Carrie felt... like an expensive slut? She didn't know what else to think... but she also had to admit, she looked hot. Crazy hot. These clothes fit amazingly and showed her body in the best way, with her legs, chest and neck on feature. Her nails looked amazing, her makeup was on point and her skin, especially her legs, were moisturised, smooth and shining in the light.

"Fine, Mike, this is hot. I can wear this to the hotel bar downstairs, but it's too slutty to go out beyond the hotel, ok?" Mike nodded, smiling at her, taking in her beauty. She was gorgeous, he was excited. He felt his dick harden, stretching against his wool trousers.

Carrie finished her drink, and said, "Let's go Mike, if I have any more wine before dessert, I won't be able to walk straight in these heels!" Mike laughed, "That's ok babe, I'll steady you if you need it. One more and we will go, and while you enjoy that glass, I will explain the rest of the game."

She smiled. This was exciting, she took the new glass and kept drinking. God, she thought, this is a really good wine.

Mike started, "Ok Carrie, so here's what I am asking you to do for this game. It's called the game of three. We will go down to the bar, and I will sit in a booth. You will sit at the bar."

Carrie was nodding along... this made her a little nervous... with this outfit she wasn't sure about being away from Mike. What was he planning?

"You will do everything in threes. You will either sit at the bar for three drinks, or for three hours, or until a man sits with you at the bar," Mike explained to Carrie, as her eyes widened.

"After three drinks, if nothing happens, you will come sit with me. If you are slow on the drinks, and you sit for three hours, we will walk back to the room together and play. If a man sits with you, then you will at minimum try to get his phone number. However, while you are with the man, you must say yes to anything he asks you to do at least three times. After that, you are free to do what you wish," Mike said as he outlined her rules.

So that's what this was, Carrie thought. She was nervous. She was insanely excited by this idea. She could feel herself start to get turned on. She rubbed her thighs together nervously and her mind wandered, "Ok babe, I can do that, but I've already had a few glasses of wine, so I don't know if I can drink three more very quickly, so I might have to sit there for a bit," she explained.

Mike nodded. He smiled and kissed her, careful not to bother her lipstick, then he took his hand and gently slid it between her thighs, applying a little pressure to part her legs. He paused the kiss and held her chin, tilting her eyes up to his. Mike's fingers lightly touched the outer lips of her pussy and felt wetness, and he smiled while looking at her.

He spoke softly to her while holding her gaze and gently stroking her between her legs, "Carrie, you can stop at any time tonight. You know that. But I want you to try your best. I want you to do a good job, for me and for yourself." She nodded at him lightly, letting out a gentle moan... she was so distracted and so turned on... she wanted to be good, she loved to please Mike. Carrie loved to please others, she always had.

Mike pulled away, turned her around and took her empty glass and set it down. He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the room to the elevator. It was just the two of them... until they neared the lobby, on the third floor. A couple got on, clearly returning from a date, dressed well. They were probably in their late 20s, clinging to each other. As they got on, the woman looked at Carrie... she smiled before turning to face forward. Her man hit the close door button on the elevator and then snuck a look back at Carrie, staring at her red shoes and letting his gaze lift up her body to her eyes, before turning back. Now Carrie was starting to blush, she wasn't used to getting this kind of attention, but it felt nice to be noticed - and with the smile the younger woman gave her, she knew must look good.

They arrived at the lobby and walked through the crowd to the bar. Mike stopped her before they entered, "Ok babe, you look amazing, did you see that guy in the elevator staring at you?". Carrie let out a quick laugh, "I did, they were so bold, but it was fun." Mike smiled, "Good, I'm glad you noticed. Now, I'm going to head inside and grab a seat at the back. You know the game, so you can enter after me and sit at the bar."

Before she could say anything, Mike gave her a light kiss and walked away. Carrie was suddenly very aware of what was happening and as she waited, her eyes wandered. She looked at the men around her, entering and leaving the bar and her mind started to wander, to imagine them, what they were like, what they would be like if...

She blinked, shaking her head, all of the week's tension, anticipation, erotica and porn had her in a state. After clearing her thoughts, at least a little, she walked in.

Carrie looked around the bar as she entered. She didn't see Mike at first, but eventually just as she sat down at the bar, she spotted him in a booth far at the back. She settled onto a bar stool, tucking her dress carefully so that she wasn't too exposed. She ordered another glass of wine and waited, smiling at the bartender and looking around at the decor of the place, and the people. She loved people watching.

As she finished her first glass, she noticed a guy walk over and sit down right next to her. She gave him a quick glance. He was tall, at least six feet, and wearing a nice white t-shirt and dark jeans, with a thin cropped leather jacket over top. She could tell from the open front of his jacket that he was in shape, she could make out his pecs wrapped tightly by his shirt. As he ordered his drink, Carrie noticed his hands - they were big, which made sense she thought, given his size. She also noticed the veins on his hands, running up his forearms until they disappeared under the jacket. He seemed fit.

The bartender got her attention and delivered her next drink. The second one, she thought, if she drank this and another, she would go sit with her husband. She was feeling great, but also feeling the wine, already a little wobbly, and knew she would have to slow down. She sipped her drink and it slowly dawned on her that she should talk to this guy, that was the game, right?

Carrie felt her stomach do flips. It had been so long since she flirted with a stranger, and was this really ok to do? She was married, after all. But she gathered her courage, amplified by the wine, and fueled by her libido after a week of constant desire. A part of her really wanted to play.

"Hi there, that's a cool looking drink - what is it called?" Carrie asked. Was that a silly opening, she thought to herself, nervously.

The man turned toward her and smiled, "It's a Manhattan, a classic and they make a great one here." He actually noticed her then, looking at Carrie. It was like he couldn't help himself, as his eyes wandered over her body and back up to look her in the eyes. "I'm Mark, nice to meet you."

Carrie smiled, "I'm Carrie, thanks for humouring my curiosity, Mark."

He smiled back at her, and she blushed... he had a great smile, "Well, Carrie, I'm happy to satisfy your curiosity - it's the least I can do for the beautiful stranger keeping me company this evening."

Ok, Carrie thought to herself, that's flirting, right? Is he being as direct with that innuendo as I think, or am I just reading into things? She had to test him, and be sure.

She took a larger sip of her drink, giving herself a moment to calm down, before she turned to face him, "That's good to know, Mark, I'm having a very curious night and I always appreciate a man who can satisfy me."

With this, she winked at him. Carrie watched as his face and neck warmed in response. He was definitely into her. Maybe she hadn't lost her touch after all.

"You're trouble, Carrie, but I like it. What brings you into town?" Mark said as he was facing her now. They were turned into each other and she saw how handsome he was, his eyes and jaw were amazing.

"I am here for the weekend, just having fun, really doing the things I like - taking the time to follow my desires," Carrie replied. She sipped her drink again, emptying it. She was being bold, perhaps a little drunk, and she was nervous - but loving this attention.

She watched Mark blush further and take another drink. He let out a light laugh and grinned at her. Damn that smile, Carrie's imagination was starting up. He stood up and removed his jacket, hanging on the hook under the bar. She had to catch herself staring... the tight t-shirt he was wearing revealed his broad shoulders and thick arms. He was muscular but still had some softness that made her want to touch his skin.

Carrie's mind was in overdrive. She imagined her lips working up his pecs to his collarbones. She also imagined his hands... on her... she shook her head again and ordered a third drink.

Mark watched her as she sipped, his eyes hanging on her lips. "Carrie, I have to be honest... you are really beautiful, I'm a bit flustered. But I'm going to be direct for a moment, are you flirting with me?"

She felt warm at this gorgeous man squirming nervously beside her. He wanted her badly, and it was throwing his game. Carrie couldn't remember the last time she felt this power over a man, or being this close to someone desiring her with this intensity. She also remembered the rules of her game with Mike. She almost forgot about the game, she hadn't thought of Mike this entire time, but thinking of him now - watching her, turned her on.

"Yes, silly, I'm flirting with you," Carrie replied, leaning forward and putting her hand on his arm, gripping lightly and feeling his warmth on her fingers.

Mark's grin returned, his eyes drawing in on her - gazing at her more boldly. He was taking his time, checking her out fully. Carrie laughed, grabbing his hand and placing it on her thigh, "Oh come on, if you're going to be that obvious you can just touch - I'm real, I swear."

His hand slid up the outside of leg to her thigh as he pulled in closer, gently pushing his knee between her legs, spreading them slightly. Mark leaned in to whisper to her, "You are incredible, but girl, you need to be specific. You say I can touch you, but that's very general, and consent is sexy. What does that mean for you - do you just want me to touch you as I please, or did you have something else in mind?"

This was it... Carrie was getting wet, and with the crotch-less lingerie her husband had dressed her in, she could feel it, which only turned her on more. She had only been here an hour... and she was nursing this third drink, so she knew what she had to do - wanted to do - next.

"Yes," she whispered, staring at him in his beautiful eyes.

He swallowed hard. Mark slid his hand further up her outer thigh, stopping after sliding his fingertips under the hem of her dress. He took his other hand and lightly wrapped it around the back of Carrie's neck, gently pulling her in further. Carrie almost gasped at his sudden boldness, his clear hunger for her. Instead, she adjusted and leaned in, brushing her mouth softly against his.

Mark held her and kissed her, slowly increasing his pressure in response to her. She parted her lips and felt his tongue slide in just a little - she met him and slid hers over his lips and back into him. She was soaking now, this instant chemistry with Mark was beyond anything she had imagined.

As they kissed, his hand moved, sliding over her leg to her inner thigh. She let out a soft moan, light enough only he could hear. She couldn't help it. Carrie parted her thighs just a little. He kissed her again and kept going, sliding his fingers further along the smoothness of her inner thigh, until his fingers grazed against her opening, feeling her warmth and wetness...she loved the feel against her bare skin, and his fingers brushing her lips.

She felt him lean up to her ear and whisper again, "Carrie, you are delicious. I expected to feel your underwear but instead you tease me with your softness, your wetness. I need to eat you out, more than I've ever needed anything, please... will you come up to my room with me?"