My Slut Life Pt 02

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.

"Too long for my Little Slut to wait! My my, you are a horny one. I think I may have a solution that might please you. I just sent you a screenshot, have a look." My phone dinged and I took it away from my ear. The screenshot was a message to Alex from Frank. Frank's bubble read:

"Hey man, I hope the trip is going well and you are managing to get to the gym out there lol. I just wanted to thank you for arranging last night. You must be the luckiest sonofabitch I've ever met, because Samantha is the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I had such a great time, she was amazing. So sexy, so curvy, such a hot slut with an amazing tight pussy. You may have ruined me for other women!" Alex had added a heart response to his message, then replied.

"She is an amazing woman, glad you had fun buddy, that means she enjoyed herself as well. Should I infer from your message that you'd be up for a repeat sometime if she wants?" Frank had added an exclamation response to this.

"Oh thank god, I didn't want to beg but yes please lol. This morning, at first I was so relaxed, still happy from last night. Then when the thought occurred to me that I might never see your wife naked again and I got so depressed. Fuck yes, you made my day dude." My body tingled as I read his message, it felt amazing to know Frank was thinking about me too. I found my fingers moving on my pussy, pressing against the growing heat as I thought of Frank's puppy dog eyes and his eager hands. My eyes moved to Alex's response.

"Hold your horses cowboy, this is up to Samantha as well so I can't make any promises. I'll put in a good word for you though. From the pictures I'd say you made an impression, so I'd bet she'll be interested. Let me float it past her and I'll let you know." God, that was hot, my husband promising to try to get me to agree to fuck my... Lover? Boyfriend? I smiled and shivered slightly in excitement at the last thought. I guess I wasn't his girlfriend yet, but it seemed like he might like that. I wondered if Alex would be ok with it.

Alex decided he had waited long enough for me to read it and interjected.

"So, what do you think? The boy is eager to have you again, no doubt of that. I think he is a bit smitten with you. It would make me happy to think of your pleasure with Frank, to imagine you cumming on him. Would you like that Little Slut?" The truth is I was quivering with excitement. I didn't try to hide it.

"That would be great!" he must have heard the eagerness in my voice, trifle more than sexual interest alone. He chuckled, he was always too perceptive for me to hide things well in our marriage, but I should have tried harder.

"I think perhaps you may be a bit smitten with him, which is natural. I love you, I always will, and I trust you. I want you to fuck Frank, if that's what you want. I wouldn't prevent you from enjoying your time with him." He said it gently, kindly. I felt a spreading warmth of emotion for him. He really did want me to feel good, about myself, in whatever way he could arrange.

"Thank you honey, I appreciate that. I think I am just excited by the fact that he feels so strongly about me. It's hard for me to imagine a hot young guy like that practically begging you for permission to be with me again. I had a great time with him, the sex was great, but the real turn on is his interest today." That was close to the truth, as close as I wanted to admit. Frank was a turn on for me, and this did make it even more intense.

"I can understand that Samantha, I think it's good for you to explore that with Frank. How do you want to proceed? I can arrange things again, if you're most comfortable with that." That seemed off, I was disappointed thinking about doing that again. It would be hot, definitely; I loved that my husband wanted to arrange for men to come and fuck me, but I wanted something more from Frank.

"I think it might be hotter, sexier for me, if Frank arranged things. How would you feel about giving him my number directly? He can message me, and we can set it up. It would be a real turn on to have him flirt with me a bit...would that be ok with you?" She asked him in the sexy voice she used when she wanted a favour from him.

"Hmm, I guess I could manage that, although I'd have a couple of stipulations in return, and one favour to ask. Firstly, I want pictures of you with him, especially while you are fucking. He should take a video every time he cums in you, or on you. Secondly, I want you to tell me what you two get up to, keep me apprised of your plans. Put succinctly, I am not ok with you having a relationship outside of my knowledge, although I am happy to support you and Frank under those conditions." He was ever the business executive, and he had arrived at the terms of the deal quickly. Knowing him, I suspected he may have had this in plan mind from the beginning and had those terms prepared as well.

"You like the way I look once I've been used by Frank, don't you. Spent and smiling, covered in his cum. I'm happy to do that for you baby, I want to share that with you, it turns me on to have you looking at pictures of us together. I can keep you up to date on our conversations and plans. I don't want to keep secrets from you." This last part was mostly true. I hoped to find a way to spend some private time with Frank, to get to know him a bit in between those heavenly moments when he fucked me. "But you didn't tell me the favour you wanted. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I've cum a few times already to the pictures and videos you sent me, I love watching you get fucked. That video where Frank is fucking you from behind, I came so hard to that one Little Slut. But it makes me want you even more, and here I am trapped thousands of miles away from your sexy body. When I get back, you have to promise you will take your time and tell me all about your slutty fun while I enjoy your beautiful body and reclaim your sweet pussy." My body tingled at the thought. I loved Alex, and he always made me cum when we were together. Having that power over him, to tease him and tell him a sexy story that turned him on, sounded amazingly sexy.

"That sounds like a date! I'm looking forward to it already. Is it alright with you if I go shopping to buy some new clothes to wear for my men? I promise I'll buy some lingerie you'll enjoy for our sexy show and tell session when you get back." That did sound like fun, but I really wanted to get something sexy to wear for Frank, I'd just have to figure out what he would want to see me in that would really drive him wild.

"Of course, Sam! you know I love it when you buy new clothes. You don't have to ask." He responded easily.

"Thanks, sweety, you're the best. You'll send Frank my number now?" I asked

"Yup, from his messages I bet you will hear from him soon. Have a good time. I love you." he sounded almost as excited by the prospect as I was. Almost... except my pussy was wet and tingling thinking about it.

"Thanks, I love you too, so much. Have a good trip!" We hung up. I tried to get back to work but it was difficult. I couldn't stop thinking about my young lover, his hard muscles and his hard cock.

...

It felt like hours of slow and distracted work later when my phone finally dinged with a message notification. I grabbed it and checked it immediately. I felt like a schoolgirl waiting for her crush to call.

"Hi, is this Samantha? Alex gave me your number. It's Frank!" Finally, I thought, the butterflies going wild inside me.

"Hi Frank, this is Samantha. You can call me Sam if you like. I'm glad you messaged, when Alex told me he was going to give you my number I was happy thinking of hearing from you." I had to smile, that sounded almost too cutesy and awkward to me, but it was true. Best to stick to the truth.

"Sam, I like that for you. Almost as much as I liked slut last night. When I got Alex's message, I took a break right away haha. I think my boss thinks I'm sick with how fast I ran to the washroom. I just couldn't wait to message you. I can't stop thinking about last night. About you." I blushed. He was so cute, but when he called me slut I thought of him inside me, all man and anything but cute as he made me cum.

"I can't stop thinking about you either. Last night was amazing, I'm so glad you came over." There. Not exactly 'I love you' but a solid start.

"Me too! But I honestly think you may have ruined me for other women Sam, you're all I can think about. Those sexy curves, in that hot little number you wore. Goddamn, I am hard thinking about it right now." Not much tact from Frank. It reminded me how young he was.

"That's sweet, you're pretty hot yourself. It's hard to believe you want to see an older woman like me again, you could get any hot young thing you wanted, with those muscles. Not to mention all your other, big, strong assets." I wasn't ready to come out talking sex just yet, even though he had been deep inside me less than 24hrs ago.

"It never even occurred to me that you were older than me last night, except you seemed so confident and experienced. When you lead me upstairs, when you took the lead and told me what you wanted. It's everything about you that I like, if age was a part of that then it was a sexy part of it." I wondered if he paused as he wrote the word like. It seemed too cute, too diminutive to describe what we shared.

"I'll take your word for it Frank, I can't doubt your enthusiasm lol. I also enjoyed your vigour and resilience. I haven't cum that many times in a while, and it has been a couple of years since I have been cum in so many times. Do you think you may want to do it again sometime? Alex gave the ok." I blushed as I wrote that, and I held my breath. I assumed he would say yes, but part of me still felt like he couldn't want me that much.