Chapter 9
“Yes! Yes, fuck me. Fuck me… Anthony!”
Stephen gasped as his own wife cried the other man’s name—her other man. Her bull—although she still laughed at the term. He held her hips, fucking her from behind as visions of what must have happened last night played in his mind.
“Oh, Jules!” Stephen grunted, his breathing shallow but his thrusts deep. “Say it… again…”
“I fucked another man.”
Stephen’s balls tightened.
“Oh my…” He was close. He couldn’t hold out much longer. He’d denied himself all day yesterday, and all through the night, making sure not to come. He needed to save it for this moment, and knew that if he didn’t, he could very well fall apart all over again. But now that the moment was here, he was determined to make it last. “Tell me… tell me about it, baby!”
“We… had… sex… ohhh…”
Stephen knew that his wife wasn’t very comfortable with giving details—when it came to sex, they’d never been great at communication. But he needed details now to fuel the raging fire burning him from within.
“Did you suck him?”
“Oh, yesss,” she replied with a pleased hiss that nearly undid him. He shuddered, digging him thumbs into the meat at the top of her ass cheeks.
“Was he… was he big?”
“He was, baby. Yes.”
“Oh, Jules!” His voice lifted at the end as he felt his inevitable end finally arrive. “Oh, fuck, Julianna!”
“Yes! Yes, Stephen, do it!”
She was pumping back into him, meeting his thrusts with her own. Has she done that before? Or was this a new trick that she’d learned from her lover.
Her lover.
“Uhnn!”
And he was there, erupting at last inside of her, reclaiming her, just like in the books, like in the online forums, in the stories.
Stephen collapsed beside her, spent, his whole body aching. Unlike the characters in those stories, he was definitely not a young man any longer, and his hips and butt burned from the vigorous thrusting.
“Welcome home, honey,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
She turned to look at him, her smile bright with relief. “You really do get turned on by that.”
Something about the way she said it made it sound like this fantasy was still mostly his. A trickle of fear made its slow path down his spine. “Did you really see him? Or was that another story?”
Julianna’s blush filled him with relief. “No more stories. I really did see him. I really did fuck another man.”
The F word had him twitching back to life—a sixty-year-old man getting a second hardon without pharmaceutical help!
“Did you… was it…?”
“Yes. I liked it. It was so good.”
Yes, he was definitely coming back to life. He leaned in and kissed her. Lifting his brows in hope, he asked the other burning question on his mind. “Are you going to do it again?”
“If you’d asked me that a couple days ago, after the Code Red incident, I think I would have said no.”
“But I behaved last night.”
“You did, and I appreciate it.” Julianna smiled at him. “But last night was… so worth it.” She bit her lip, looking slightly embarrassed to be talking about this. “I feel like… this is going to sound silly, but I feel like Dorothy coming out of Kansas, and seeing the world in color for the first time.”
She refocused on Stephen. “Not that I thought our life was boring or black and white,” she added. “But just… there’s all this new possibility there. And you’re part of it, standing before me in vibrant technicolor.”
“Is Anthony the tin man?”
“He’s certainly build like one,” she said, surprising herself so much that she covered her mouth and laughed.
“So he’s fit?”
Now she looked a little more embarrassed. “Yeah. A lot.”
“What else happened?”
Julianna started to look uncomfortable again. She’d been like that when she’d first come in early in the morning—a little embarrassed maybe, a little cagey.
“We did it in his hotel room. He wanted me to keep my stockings and garter belt on.”
“A man who appreciates sexy things,” Stephen said, picturing her naked except for that black lace, picturing her bouncing on another man’s thick cock. “Did he wear a condom?”
Julianna glanced away, her eyes fluttering and her breath catching. “No. I’m sorry, I should have made him…” She bit her lip, glancing back up at him.
“And did he come inside of you?”
This time, she held his gaze, but looked like she really didn’t want to. “Yeah.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he kissed her, and like that, he was so hard again, pushing her onto her back and mounting her.
“Honey, I don’t think that I can… take any more sex.”
Her revelation that Anthony had fucked her without protection made Stephen's cock pulse and strain against her pussy. He felt a primal surge of desire to take his wife again, imagining Julianna filled with another man's seed, like he needed to prove that she was still his. But she wasn’t just his. Not ever, and certainly not anymore. She was a hotwife now. She was free.
He took a steadying breath and nodded, respecting her wishes. “He fucked you hard?”
“It was… vigorous, yes.”
Stephen slumped down beside her, but she didn’t leave him hanging. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft, starting to pump. “But it wasn’t just that pace,” she whispered. “It was his stamina.” She started jerking Stephen faster. “Like, God, I thought there was no way he’d be able to maintain that tempo, you know, but he was like a machine.”
There was a wistfulness in her voice that was triggering for Stephen—triggering in all of the best ways. She was changed. They were changed. This wasn’t the end of this adventure. It was the prelude.
“Oh, Julianna…” He groaned.
She beat him off faster, refocusing on him. “I lost count of how many times he made me come,” she whispered. “He… he knew what he was doing…”
“Tell me,” Stephen said, his voice tight. “Tell me how much… you liked… it.”
“I didn’t just like it.” Her hand was a blur on his shaft. “I loved it, Stephen. I never thought I’d feel something like that again. The newness. The sense of exploring.”
“Uhnnn, Jules…”
She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “And now I know I’ll feel it again.” Her hand tightened on his cock. “And again.” Faster and faster. “And again.”
Stephen exploded on her wrist, his chest and back lifting off of the bed as he experienced a full body orgasm. He saw stars. He saw the future, and the future was wildly bright.
***
ANTHONY: I was wondering if you’d reach out.
Stephen’s stomach churned as he read the text. His shaved scalp prickled. When he ran his fingers across the smooth skin, his hand came away damp. He’d sent a message to the man three days ago, and had felt like it was a mistake at the time. When Anthony didn’t respond, he felt relief. The man must have written him off, which was for the better. Only now, he’d returned, and with that, all of Stephen’s anxiety.
He wasn’t doing this behind Julianna’s back, though. She’d actually told him to do it when it became clear how uncomfortable she was giving out explicit details.
“Ask Anthony. I’m sure he’d love to share with you,” she’d said.
“I thought you didn’t like the back channel.”
“Just don’t tell me about it. And don’t conspire.”
So he had, and it felt like walking into a cage with a sleeping lion and clearing his throat.
STEPHEN: Ana said it was okay.
ANTHONY: Oh, I know. She told me you might.
The reminder that these two were still talking sent a quake of excitement through him.
ANTHONY: You want details?
S: Yes please.
A: Your wife sure loves to fuck.
Oh, God. Those were words that Stephen never dreamed he’d read from another man, not even in his deepest fantasies.
S: How do you know? Did she say that?
A: She said she loved my cock.
S: She did?!
A: Oh yeah. Couldn’t get enough of it. If her alarm hadn’t gone off, I think she would have ridden me all night long.
Stephen’s pulse was pounding. His dick so hard.
S: I told her she could get a flight in the morning.
A: Next time then.
Next time. Next time. Yes, next time.
STEPHEN: So was the goodbye kiss passionate?
ANTHONY: Yes. She sucked my cock goodbye.
Stephen nearly came in his pants as he read it.
STEPHEN: No way!
ANTHONY: Oh yes.
STEPHEN: Literally? Some more details, please.
A: You’re in it deep, aren’t you? Sure, let’s see…
ANTHONY: As she was leaving I gave her a kiss goodbye. I was still naked, and still hard. She felt it against her, stroked it some. Then got on her knees and just sucked me off. Swallowed and all. Then left
ANTHONY: Told you, she really enjoyed my cock
STEPHEN: So….you were still in the room, she was dressed and leaving. After a kiss, she leaned over and sucked on your cock as a goodbye?
ANTHONY: Exactly
STEPHEN: That's so hot
Julianna came in from the store, saw him sitting alone in the living room on his phone, and seemed to know exactly what was going on.
“Anthony?” she asked.
Stephen nodded. Looking up at Julianna in her tight jeans and short, denim jacket, all he could imagine was her kneeling down and sucking Anthony’s cock again.
“You’re incredible,” he said. “So amazing.”
“I love that it turns you on,” she said, putting her purse down and crossing over to him. She curled up beside him, kissing him on the neck and whispering into his ear, “It’s what makes any of this work.”
His phone rumbled.
ANTHONY: You have one hell of a hotwife
Stephen showed the text to Julianna, who laughed. “Can’t wait to do it again.”
***
A couple weeks had passed since the second layover—a solid month for Julianna to consider what she’d done, the vows that she’d broken, the social norms that she’d trampled. The guilt that she’d worried about never arrived. The regret just wasn’t there.
A large part of that was the man on the sofa on his phone. She climbed into his lap and kissed him. He was hard. She wondered what Anthony had just told him, then decided that she didn’t want to actually know.
Stephen had opened the door for her, and was always there, smiling and waving when she looked back.
When she thought about her time with Anthony and how he made her feel, she didn’t feel young again, exactly. She felt… ageless. She felt free to have fun, the way she had when she was a girl and the weight of expectation hadn’t descended yet.
“I’ve got a trip coming up in a few months to Boise” she said as she wrapped her arms around her husband.
“Have you looked into flights?” He sounded so measured, so restrained.
“I have. No direct flights.”
“That’s a real shame,” he said. They couldn’t help smiling at each other.
“And the layovers look quite… long.”
Stephen groaned.
“I may even need to spend the night.” She giggled as she felt him shudder beneath her.
Stephen pulled her in for a long kiss. When they parted, he grinned up at her. “Who knew layovers could be so much fun?”
The end. For now. There will be more Julianna and Stephen stories in the future.