It's Better with a Married Woman - Part 2 (Patreon)

 "I can't believe you did that," Rachel said with a look of wonder - and perhaps a touch of jealousy - on her face. "I...I can't believe you actually did that."

Callie's pussy still tingled from the hard fucking she'd enjoyed in the restaurant bathroom. Her nipples were still hard, too, and the pleasurable aftermath of her orgasm still resonated through her body.

"You practically goaded me into it," she replied to her friend.

"I know...but, I still can't believe you did it. Was it good?"

Callie smiled and nodded. "It was great." She thought of Cole's cock moving in and out of her. She thought of the sounds of their bodies meeting as he fucked her hard. She thought of the look of pleasure on his face. She thought of having had him in her mouth, of having sucked a stranger's cock in the restaurant bathroom before he fucked her. All of it filled her with a remarkable kind of delight.

"Will Rick be mad?" Rachel asked.

"I hope not...because now that I've done it once, I feel like I'm going to have to do it again. I haven't had sex that good in a while." She sipped her drink, savored the taste of the alcohol, and then added, "You were right, by the way. He fucked me harder because I'm married. I think he really liked the idea of fucking me better than my husband does. Some men are, as you suggested, really into that sort of thing."

"And some men are into being the husband that gets cuckolded, aren't they?" Rachel suggested.

Rick was that man. Or at least he'd said he was that man. Time would tell if that was actually true.

"I filmed it as he..." she smiled and wet quiet for a moment as she thought of the young waiter fucking her from behind while she filmed it looking into the bathroom mirror. "As he fucked me from behind."

Rachel's eyes went wide and she smiled about as brightly as Callie had ever seen. "Holy shit. Callie, you dirty girl. Well, you're definitely going to find out if Rick is actually into his fantasy or if he was just full of shit."

Callie sat back, sipped her drink once more, and wondered how Rick would react to the notion that she'd made his fantasy come true.

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Rick was watching TV when Callie came home. He had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and she took a moment to admire how good he looked. He hadn't let himself go in the slightest since they'd gotten married, unlike the husbands of some of her friends.

It took a few seconds for him to notice she was standing at the edge of the living room in her dress and heels. He smiled upon seeing her, though, and his eyes quickly wandered over her body before he asked, "Hey! How was dinner?"

Callie gently slid one foot in front of the other, leaned against the wall, and reached up to brush a few stray hairs behind her ears. She looked down for a moment and then met his gaze once more. Callie couldn't help but smile a little at the sudden change in her husband's demeanor. He'd picked up on her signals and was under the assumption - correct, in a way - that he'd be getting lucky.

"It was...exceptional," she said softly before reaching down and pulling up the bottom of her dress by a few inches.

Callie wasn't often seductive with her husband. There wasn't really any need for it. He was ready to go whenever she was. As she unleashed a few seductive moves, though, she remembered how much she liked it, how good it felt to see Rick's eyes light up with desire as she made it clear she wanted him.

"Though, I suppose you could say that it wasn't dinner that was exceptional. It was something that happened during dinner."

"What? What happened?" Rick asked.

Callie pushed away from the wall and sauntered towards her husband. The exaggerated sway in her hips caught his attention and she was delighted when he stared at her breasts for a moment.

"Our waiter was very good looking," Callie said.

Rick's expression changed. It was like she could see the arousal wash over him. There was hopefulness, too, all of it happening in a moment as his brain processed the notion that she might have actually realized his fantasy.

"He...he was?"

Callie stopped in front of her husband, nodded, and then reached down and once more pulled up the bottom of her dress. This time, though, she didn't stop until her panties were exposed. Rick stared between her legs and his eyes went wide.

"You're...you're wet," he said.

"Yes, I am. Soaked, actually. Touch my panties."

Rick seemed nervous as he slowly leaned forward and reached out. He pressed a single finger against her panties and then looked up with wonder in his eyes.

"Why are you so wet?" he asked.

Callie smiled, pulled aside her panties, and directed Rick's fingers inside her. She moaned as he gently penetrated her and watched a look of pleasure come over his face.

Callie then grasped his wrist, pulled his fingers from her panties, and bent over to take them in her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked them clean while Rick moaned. Callie wondered if he was thinking about a blowjob, perhaps wondering if she'd offered her mouth to another man that night.

"Does my mouth feel good?" she asked while falling to her knees in front of her husband.

"Yes."

Callie kissed Rick's fingertips, smiled, and said, "He said the same thing."

Again she saw the pleasure on Rick's face. This time, though, his body shuddered, too, as if the feeling was so overwhelming that it had to be expressed physically. Callie responded by running a hand up his thigh and grasping her husband's cock. He was half hard, though just a few strokes got him all the way to an erection.

"Callie...did you...did you do something tonight?"

She nodded and unbuttoned his jeans. Callie worked them over his hips and down his legs. She tossed his shoes and pants aside and then slowly pulled down his underwear, freeing his remarkably stiff cock. She took him in her hand and stroked him slowly for a few seconds before leaning down to kiss his thighs.

"Like I said, our waiter was very good looking. And young. And strong. And...well, eager."

Rick's cock felt harder in her hand than it had in years, which Callie took as a surefire sign of his desire.

"Rachel has this theory that men - some men, I should say - really like fucking married women. Something about how they want to fuck them better than their husbands do."

Callie pulled Rick's underwear off and tossed them aside, leaving him naked from the knees down. She crawled a little closer and placed a soft kiss on the head of his cock, eliciting a beautiful moan.

"Then she told our waiter that I really like to give blowjobs."

Rick's eyes went wide once more. "What? Really? Why would she do that?"

Callie smiled. "Because she's a good friend."

He seemed confused, but then Callie took his cock in her mouth and any and all confusion washed away. "Oh my god, Callie. That feels so fucking good."

"That's exactly what our young waiter said when I sucked his cock in the bathroom."

"Oh...fuck..."

Rick's cock swelled up and Callie worried he might actually cum. He didn't, though, instead producing a small supply of precum that she gleefully took into her mouth. The sweetness danced on her tongue as Rick's breathing turned heavy.

"Did you really...Callie, did you really give a blowjob tonight?"

"I did," she admitted. "We went to the restaurant bathroom and locked the door. I unzipped his pants. I took out his cock. We kissed. He played with my tits a little. Then I got down in front of him and took him in my mouth. I sucked his cock as I looked up at him, as he told me how good my mouth felt, as he told me that he'd never had a blowjob like that in his life."

Callie judged her husband to be on the verge of an orgasm, so as much as she wanted to take him in her mouth again, she refrained from doing so.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Turned on. Amazed. A little jealous. Excited. Really fucking excited. My heart is pounding."

Callie grabbed his hips and pulled Rick's ass forward until it was at the edge of the couch. Then she leaned in and took his balls in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around them as she stroked his shaft, though she refrained from touching the head for fear of making him cum.

"I was excited too," she said. "My heart was pounding. My pussy was dripping. All because I had another man's cock in my mouth, baby. All because I was sucking someone else's cock in a restaurant bathroom. It was so hot. So much hotter than I thought it would be."

She briefly took Rick's cock in her mouth, though Callie refrained from sucking hard.

"That's why I had to fuck him."

He groaned and she released his cock and watched Rick close his eyes, arched his back, and roll his head towards the ceiling. He was unquestionably on the edge of an orgasm and Callie was surprised to feel quite powerful in that moment as she kept bringing him close to where he wanted to be without letting him actually climax.

"You didn't...did you really...did you really have sex with him?"

"I hopped on the bathroom counter. I spread my legs. He put on a condom. I told him to fuck me. To have his way with me. To fuck my married pussy."

Rick gripped the couch cushions and squeezed them hard. He wasn't stressed, though, at least not as far as Callie could tell. She wondered if he was fighting off the urge to grab his cock and masturbate until he climaxed.

"He fucked me so good, baby," she continued while showering his inner thighs with soft kisses. "He fucked your wife so good. He fucked your wife's tight, married cunt and he made me cum so hard."

Rick looked down at his cock and then at Callie as she leaned in and kissed the base of his shaft. Her lips moved up towards the head, planting soft and seductive kisses as she moaned. She was gentle around the head, offering the slightest stimulation and delighting in the way her husband's body seemed to vibrate with pleasure.

"Are you okay with this, Rick? You're not mad that I fucked someone else tonight?"

He shook his head vigorously. "I told you I wouldn't be. I told you this was my fantasy. I don't blame you for not believing me, but I'm definitely okay with this. I'm so fucking turned on, in fact."

Callie smiled and reached for her purse. She pulled out her phone and sat back as she brought up the video she'd made with Cole. She looked up at Rick and said, "I made a video."

Rick's eyes bulged one more time. She was full of surprises, each one seemingly bringing her husband an even greater sense of surprised delight.

"It was after I'd cum the first time. After he'd made your wife cum, Rick. I pulled out my phone and told him to fuck me doggystyle. I watched myself in the mirror and filmed it. I filmed it for you. Would you like to watch another man fuck your wife, Rick? Would you like to watch him slide his big dick deep into my tight, married cunt?"

Rick nodded as that surprised look - now with a bit of added anxiety - remained on his face. Callie wondered if he was surprised at how naughty she was capable of being, or perhaps at the language she was using in that moment, which wasn't how she usually talked about sex.

Callie handed her husband the phone - with the video pulled up and ready to play - and he tapped the screen. She heard her voice imploring Cole to fuck her. She heard her telling the young waiter how good his cock felt inside her, how deep inside her he was.

Rick's gaze was fixed on the screen and his face was all pleasure. His dick was still hard as a rock, too. Callie leaned in and took the very tip in her mouth to swallow the precum.

"Does my dick feel better than your husband's?" Cole asked in the video.

Callie saw anticipation in Rick's eyes as he awaited the answer.

"Yes," she answered.

Rick moaned at her answer and Callie took him in her mouth.

"Am I fucking you better than he does?" Cole asked.

"You're fucking me so much better than he does," Callie answered in the video.

She swallowed her husband's cock. She sucked with the intention of making him cum. She did so while reaching back to play with her pussy, which was on fire with lust. Her clit throbbed and her touch was astoundingly pleasurable. She resolved to time her orgasm to Rick's. She'd cum while he came in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Callie," he said. "I'm close. I'm fucking close. I can't believe this. I can't believe how fucking hot this is."

Rick came in her mouth right as Cole came in the video. Callie came in their living room and in the video. Moans - both from the video and from Callie and Rick - filled the room, creating an absolute symphony of pleasure.

When it was over, Rick stopped the video and set the phone down. Callie leaned back, swallowed his cum, and studied her husband's face for any hints of post-orgasmic regret. She found none, though.

"That was...that was the best orgasm of my life...that was the best...I don't know, the best thing I've ever experienced."

Callie was delighted. Then Rick leaned down, took her head in his hands, and kissed her. He did so deeply, too, catching her off guard at first before she surrendered to it and let her cum-flavored tongue mingle with his.

"I don't want to sound pathetic," Rick said softly, "but I'm really grateful, Callie. I know my fantasy is weird, but it's kind of always been the thing that turns me on more than almost any other, so I'm just really grateful for you right now. I feel like I'd do just about anything for you, honestly."

Callie was surprised at how much she enjoyed Rick's happiness. She believed him when he said he was grateful, too, and while she wasn't going to abuse that sense of gratitude, she was more than happy to ask for a foot massage.

"Well, you could rub my feet while we watch a little TV."

He smiled. "I'd be more than happy to do so. Hell, I'll give you a foot rub every day for a month if you want."

She was amazed at how an orgasm driven by his fantasy had elevated his mood to such an extreme degree. It was utterly delightful, especially since fulfilling his fantasy had involved having great sex with a gorgeous guy. It's not like Callie had suffered.

She got up, sat on the couch, and offered her feet. Rick immediately started in on a massage and Callie couldn't help but moan a little at how good it felt.

"So, it wouldn't bother you if I texted the waiter? If I fucked him again?"

Rick smiled. "I'd love it if you fucked him again. You don't have to, of course, but I'd love it. I'd absolutely love it."

She returned his smile and then closed her eyes and rested her head against the couch cushion. She thought of the sex with Cole, of how vigorous and wild and passionate it had felt. She thought of how much Rick had enjoyed the reveal of her having made his fantasy come true. She thought of the many orgasms she'd had that evening. She thought that she'd be an absolute fool to do anything other than fuck Cole again.

"He really did fuck me harder because he knew I was married. Rachel was right about that. I'm pretty sure he came harder because I told him he fucked me better than you do," she said.

There was a pause before Rick asked, "Was it true? Did he fuck you better than I do?"

Callie studied his face to discern the danger of answering truthfully. "In the aftermath of it, it's actually hard to say for sure. I will say, though, that the sex was hotter than any we've had in a long time. Plus, there is something nice about getting fucked by a nice big dick."

Arousal washed over Rick's face. He'd just cum but it was there. Callie saw a bit of discomfort, too, but that wasn't entirely surprising. What man would be completely comfortable with being told that someone else with a bigger dick had really hot sex with his wife that night?

"Well, I'd really like it if you fucked him again," Rick said. "You deserve to have that kind of hot sex, and maybe you deserve to discover if the sex really is better with him. As long as it doesn't make you want to leave me, I suppose."

"Oh, I don't want to leave you, baby. Not at all. What woman would leave a man she loves right when she's discovered that she can fuck other people if she wants while getting to be with that man she loves? I'd be insane to leave you. Utterly insane."

That put a smile on his face and seemed to assuage his fears. It had the extra benefit of being entirely true, as Callie felt the same sort of gratitude and warmth towards Rick that he seemed to feel towards her in that moment. After all, it was his fantasy that led to great sex in the restaurant bathroom and that was likely to lead to lots more great sex with other people in the near future.

"I'll fuck him again, then," she said. "And if it goes well, I'll fuck him again, and again, and again, and again."

"I can't wait."

Callie felt the same way.