Disclaimer: This story does
not
contain any sex, if you only want to read stories with actual sex, please skip this Part 2 and go directly to Part 3. Lots of sex there, I promise. That said, this story deals with infidelity, multiple person sexual situations, and all the implications of becoming a hot wife.
My Slut Life Part 2
The Story of Someone New, Finding Their Way
I woke the next morning to the strangest sensation of change. It felt almost like an out of body experience, a deep sense of disconnection from myself. It was as if I woke up in a new body; my skin was tingling, it felt tight and new like a fresh pair of gloves that hadn't broken in yet. I lay still for what must have been minutes, focused on the sensation.
All night I dreamed of hands on my body, sometimes blatantly erotic as they caressed me all over. Strong hands, rough but not unpleasantly so, sometimes grabbing my wrists, sometimes wrapped around my waist from the sides, pulling me back. Once they just cupped my face and I felt a gentle pressure on my lips. They were so familiar, like I had felt them a thousand times before, and at the same time alien, with no parallel to my waking life.
At one point in my dream, the hands were gone. I felt strangely alone, and I called out "Frank!"
My hands caressed my skin absently as I thought about the night before, enjoying the affinity between memory and the tingling feeling of my body. It seemed so strange to me now that I had been so hesitant when my husband suggested we finally make our fantasy a reality. We had talked for years about how he wanted to share me with another man, and I enjoyed the fantasy. I loved the idea of being with someone new, someone that my husband picked out for me. My stomach clenched as I thought about how close I came to saying no. It was hard to imagine waking up today to regret instead of the memory of Frank's strong hands on my body, Frank's hard cock in my mouth, inside my pussy. Frank's cum all over me, leaking out of me.
My stomach clenched, and I felt that delicate butterfly sensation. Frank had been so great, perfect for my first time with someone other than Alex. Hesitant when he arrived, he touched me with a sure strength. Cute in his youth and inexperience, he was firm as he moved inside me. My fingers slipped between my legs at the memory; I was still wet with him. I shuddered at the thought. I hoped that I would see him again soon.
The monitor crackled, and sure enough it was time to get the day started. The kids were stirring, their alarms starting the painful process of getting them up and ready to start the day. It was a jolt of reality; Frank had been a surreal, wonderful interjection into everyday life, but life goes on. I smiled, thinking that it was better that way. I wouldn't trade my life for anything.
I washed and dressed in a rush, no time for makeup or a deep thought for my clothes so I threw on jeans and a tank top, an outfit I hadn't worn in quite some time. The jeans we stretchy and form fitting, the tank top low enough that it showed a lot of my pale skin, and certainly enough of the curves of my chest. I smiled as I examined myself in the mirror. My feet were bare, ruby toenails visible. I was often unhappy with my appearance in the mirror but today felt different. I looked cute, I thought to myself, effortlessly sexy as my husband always said about me. I paused in my preparations as an exciting thought went through my head. I knew Alex would love this outfit, but would Frank? Would he see my curves in those tight jeans and get that look in his eye again, the one that made me want him, the look that said he was devouring the sight of me as an appetizer? The look that said he had to undress me for the main course...
The kids were at the door, wondering where I was, and I rushed off. I smiled and wrapped them in a hug. We went through the routine we did every morning. Clothes, breakfast, lunches packed. My oldest noticed I was different that morning.
"You look pretty today Mom. And you seem happy!" she smiled an innocent smile, but I blushed. I guess I wore the effect of last night in plain sight.
"Sure Honey, it's a beautiful day, isn't it?" It was a gorgeous day.
Everything went smoothly, and once the youngest had been dropped off at day care, all that was left was the normal work of the day. I was no more than an hour in, working on a custom frame that one of my best repeat buyers had ordered, when Alex called. I was a bit nervous when I answered, although I couldn't have said why.
"Morning Sam! I thought I'd call and check in. How're you feeling today?" He seemed happy, relaxed. I guess a part of me wondered how he felt about the events of last night. He sounded good though, which was a reassuring thought.
"I'm good honey, how are you? Are you sleeping ok on your trip?" I decided to play it cool, Maybe Alex would want to pretend it didn't happen.
"I slept like a baby last night." He chuckled a bit while he said it. "I loved those pictures you two took, I came three times to them. You are such a sexy Little Slut!"
He sounded genuinely happy about it, and I finally let myself relax.
"I'm glad you liked them baby, I had such a good time! Frank was great, such a good choice for my first time. He fucked me so good, I loved every minute of it." I was blushing, but I had butterflies again talking about Frank.
"I'm glad to hear it sweety! I knew you would like Frank, he is a good guy, and he was very attracted to you so I knew he would try extra hard. I was a bit worried you might regret it though. Not because of Frank, but I thought you might feel worried that this would change things with us. I wanted to call and reassure you that nothing has to change, if you want we can go back to just the way things were, but with a new and sexy story to remember." Alex could be hard to read sometimes, and she hesitated. It could be that he wanted to go back to just the way things were, so he was offering her the choice, hoping she would take it. More likely it was genuine, and he didn't want her to feel pressured. He had always taken that approach, offering opportunities to change her mind so she could be sure she was ready. He spoke again before she could compose her reply, and his voice was deeper, more serious.
"Your silence tells me all I need to know, Little Slut. Don't worry, I'm not trying to close the door I worked so hard to open, but I had to be sure you wanted to continue. If you had been hoping for a way out, hoping for anything other than more cock, more men, then you would have been relieved to take me up on my offer. I'll give you one last chance, though; tell me I'm wrong, tell me you didn't dream of being fucked, that you aren't wet thinking about it right now." Alex sounded so certain of himself as he delivered his choice.
She couldn't say he was wrong; she had dreamed of Frank all night, she had been thinking of him all morning. If she took his offer, and closed this door as he said, then she would never get to feel Frank's skin against hers again, taste his lips, smell the musk of his hard cock. He let the silence build this time as she considered.
"No, I don't want to stop if you don't. It made me feel alive. I was so energized. He wanted me so badly Alex! I see that look in your eyes, that need for my body, but I guess part of me just knows and accepts that you want me. With Frank, it was so new to see, so new to feel his need as he touched me. I think I'm addicted to it baby, I want to feel it again." she rushed to speak, like she was confessing something to him that was secret, or that should be secret. It was true, she was addicted, she couldn't stop thinking about the look in Frank's eyes when he first entered her. She had been trying to define it for herself, and it finally clicked in that moment, the similarities falling into place. He had looked like a starving man, who had just had his first bite of a meal so delicious it reminded him what hunger was, and it had wakened something insatiable in him. She shivered at the thought. She hoped she was right.
"I knew you would feel that way, Sam. That's what I wanted for you. I love you deeply, and I want you always, but I wanted you to feel that from another man. You are so gorgeous, so sexy, the desire of one man is not enough to do justice to how I feel about you. I want you to feel that desire reflected in every face you see, because you deserve it." He had never explained it that way before. I'm not sure I could have understood what he meant before last night, it probably would have felt like empty flattery since a part of me had believed his powerful physical need of me was an aspect of our life-long love. It wasn't love in Frank's eyes, it was lust, an almost bestial desire, and that was a powerful thing as well
"Thank you, Alex. I love you so much, I think I can see what you mean. It was wonderful, an amazing feeling. I want to feel that way again, especially when you put it like you did." As I thought about it, the idea spread through me like a warmth. My left hand went to my chest and stroked my nipple. I was so turned on now, I knew that Alex was ok with this, that he wanted it for me, and freed from any guilt about it I wanted it again desperately. If Frank had been there in that moment I might have torn his clothes off.
"When is your flight honey? I'm so horny now, I need you. Can you come home and fuck me? I want to see that look in your eyes too." My hand fell between my legs as I said it. I did want that, I wanted him, his large body and his huge cock. The butterflies moved again in my stomach, and I had a thought which left me frightened and aroused. If I wanted my husband, then why, as I said the words, was it Frank's face in my mind?
"I would love that, Little Slut, but I am not flying out until early Monday morning. The flights this weekend were all booked. I'll be back then, if you can wait for me." He had mentioned that to me before, I had let it slip my mind. I sighed in frustration. It was Thursday today, with the way I was feeling today I would be a bundle of raw nerves by the weekend, a complete wreck by Monday. Alex chuckled; he must have heard the disappointment in that sigh.
