Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 14

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I cuckolded my husband Alex to save our marriage.

I wasn't happy with our sex life and I wasn't going to find what I craved with Alex. He's a wonderful man in almost every way, but he's incapable of fully satisfying me and I knew that eventually our marriage would come to an end because of it.

He suggested that I sleep with other people. I tried it out. It went spectacularly well - with a few bumps along the way - and after sleeping with a handful of guys I found Simon, the lover who became my boyfriend.

I originally thought I only wanted better sex with other men. Then, Simon developed feelings for me and I for him. Alex gave me his blessing to let those feelings blossom and soon I found myself in love with two men.

Roughly six months after Simon first told me he was in love with me - a feeling I expressed as well - our relationship reached a point where a decision had to be made. Simon, unsurprisingly, wasn't entirely content with having me just a few days a week. He was in love with me. He wanted more.

Over that six months, Alex had further embraced his role as a cuckold. It was at least partially intentional as our burgeoning throuple worked better with each of us - especially the two men - occupying a distinct role.

As you might remember, I'd come to find surprising pleasure in delving into the humiliating side of cuckolding. Having Alex clean Simon's seed out of me. Making him watch. Denying him orgasms. Having him dress me for my dates. Reminding Alex that Simon is a sexually superior man who satisfies me in ways Alex can't. The longer I was with Simon, the more that sort of play turned me on. It wasn't just me, though, as Alex found it deeply arousing and would experience intense climaxes when I permitted him to do so.

Now, back to the decision. I would have been happy to keep our relationship where it was. I see Simon two or three times a week. Sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with Alex in tow. We go out on dates regularly. We make love often. We come close to being domestic together, but we never quite get there because I have a husband for that.

Simon wanted more, though. He wanted, more than anything, to know if there was a real future for us or if at some point we'd have to break up because there was no way of moving past the point we'd reached.

We'd run headlong into the dangerous part of cuckolding. I was in love with Simon. Deeply in love. He was right for me in so many ways, though his ability to satisfy my sexual desires remained at the top of the list of his exceptional qualities. It was the love, though, that made it so difficult to contemplate breaking up with him.

I was in love with my husband. It was - and is - a deeper love than I had for Simon, so considering making more room in my life for a deeper relationship with Simon felt painful because it likely meant Alex suffering in some manner. This is the danger of cuckolding, though, because if you find someone you really connect with there's almost certainly going to be pain at some point along the way. That pain is a reflection of the good parts of the relationship, but it's still there.

I took some time to mull things over before talking with Alex, mostly because I hoped I'd find a sense of clarity about what I wanted. I didn't quite get there, though. I was too caught up in the emotion of it all. That's why they call it being blinded by love, though.

I broached the subject with Alex on a Friday night. We'd just finished a movie and most of a bottle of wine. I felt happy and relaxed and it seemed as good a time as any to try and find the clarity that had eluded me.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

He was on the other end of the couch giving me a foot rub, which happens an awful lot. He didn't use to give many foot rubs, but he tends to my needs in that way a great deal more since I started cuckolding him. It's probably not something he consciously thought about, but I like that his instincts were to ensure that he tended to my needs in other ways once I found someone that could sexually satisfy me.

"What about?" he asked.

"The future."

Surprise registered on his face. "Oh, so big stuff."

I nodded. "Yes, big stuff."

"Relationship stuff?"

"Yeah. Simon...he wants more. More of me, I suppose. More of a real relationship. More sense of where - if anywhere - this is going."

Alex ran his fingers up my calves and leaned forward to rub my inner thighs. It feels good each and every time he does it and it never fails to leave me just a little bit aroused in addition to wondrously relaxed.

"I get that," Alex said. "Most people can't help but think about the future and I suppose most people can't help but want to keep moving forward, especially when it comes to relationships."

He met my gaze and smiled while running both his thumbs over the heel and up the sole of my foot. He rubbed each of my toes and then moved to my other foot, repeating the process before rubbing both of my ankles. I smiled at how much better he'd gotten at giving massages since he'd taken to regularly tending to me in that manner.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want what I have. I know that for sure. I like what I have. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with Simon. I have a great husband. I have a great boyfriend. I have a great life. I suppose it makes sense that it can't last forever, but I really like this setup and I don't really want it to change."

"But it has to."

I nodded. "It does. Of course it does. Like you said, most everyone keeps moving forward. Life changes. That can't be helped. I mean, I imagine that six months from now I'd probably want to change things. It hasn't come up yet, but I think I want a family at some point. That seems like something that might not work that well with a husband and a boyfriend. Or maybe it would, I don't know."

Alex's fingers slowed. I couldn't read his face.

"I never thought about that. About family, I mean, though I guess I just assumed that I'd be the one to get you pregnant if we had a family."

I'd thought about it. I hadn't mentioned it because my instinctual response was that I'd have wanted Simon to get me pregnant. My rational response was that Alex would be the one to impregnate me, of course, but I couldn't ignore that immediate, instinctual, biological response that seemed to be saying that my body had decided that Simon was the genetically superior man and that his seed should be the one to take hold inside me.

"Erica?" Alex asked.

"What?"

"Do you...would you want me to get you pregnant?"

I knew it was unwise to tell him the truth, or to try and explain how complicated the real answer was. I also knew it was unwise to lie to him. The result was that I stared at him without saying a word, which answered his question.

"Oh, wow," he said.

"No, no, Alex...it's not...it's complicated. It would be insane of me to choose Simon or a different boyfriend to get me pregnant. It would. That would be too chaotic. Too crazy. Too stupid."

"But that's the choice you want to make."

I took a deep breath and looked away. "It's the choice my body wants to make. My hormones, I guess. I don't know...I wouldn't make that choice, though."

I looked back and Alex had turned his head towards the TV, which was off. I could only see half his face and I had great difficulty reading his reaction.

"Alex..."

He turned to me. "This is weird."

"What's weird?"

He shook his head. "It's messed up."

"I said I wouldn't have him actually get me pregnant."

He shook his head again. "No. Not that. I'm talking about me. It's...I have the same reaction as you. Simon feels like the right choice. Something about it...I don't know...I mean I wouldn't want him to actually be the father on a day to day basis because that would be so screwed up, but he feels like the right choice for...for impregnating you. Shit...is that fucked up?"

All of a sudden I was awash in arousal. It was like my body was screaming at me to affirm Alex's thoughts, to affirm my thoughts, to give my womb to Simon in the hope that his superior DNA would take hold inside me. It was my biological clock coming alive for the first time in my life, though I found myself hoping that it would quiet down as it seemed like it would be enormously complicated to actually get pregnant with Simon's baby.

"It is fucked up," Alex said. "I mean, it is. The fact that I'm...that I'm turned on, that's fucked up."

"I'm turned on too."

"Are you?"

I nodded. "You're probably right, though. It probably is fucked up."

"Is it?"

We stared at each other and then Alex crawled towards me and pulled off my pajama shorts. His pants followed. He was inside me soon after. He fucked me with furious energy. I wrapped my legs around him. I kissed him. I moaned. He came inside me. I came with him. My body shuddered from the pleasure as we both released the build-up of erotic energy that had clouded our discussion.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and headed for the bedroom. I changed into something silky and slipped under the covers. I cuddled with Alex and he put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"So, putting the pregnancy thing aside, how would it even work if you were to proceed with taking the next steps with Simon?" he asked.

"If it was a normal relationship - if I wasn't married, say - it would be pretty simple. We'd start seeing each other more often. We'd spend more nights at each other's houses. We'd slowly meld our lives together. We'd talk about moving in together. We'd talk about getting married, about starting a family."

My head was on Alex's chest and I could hear his heart beating harder as I talked. It could have been excitement or anxiety, though.

"People in our situation do that sort of thing, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"I've done some research," he said. "Mostly I was looking to chat with other guys who are in my situation."

"Cuckolds?"

"Cuckolds with a wife who's in a real relationship, though. Not just a wife who gets fucked by a bull type. But a real relationship. It's a different and pretty rare thing, apparently, and every version of it takes on a different shape, mostly because the people involved have to do what works for them."

I was surprised that he'd delved into research, but perhaps I shouldn't have been. It's not easy being a cuckold so of course Alex went online to find likeminded people who could help him through some of the difficulties.

"So, you said people in our situation do that sort of thing. What does that mean?"

He pulled me a little closer. "There was one couple that invited the boyfriend to move in with them. In their situation the cuckold was in chastity and hadn't been permitted to have sex with his wife since she'd met the boyfriend, so that was a little more extreme. They were both really into the humiliation stuff, though, and it seemed like it had become a part of the fabric of their relationship."

"Did it last?" I asked.

"Yeah. The cuckold was friends with the boyfriend and they apparently still get along. The wife has two men that dote on her and only one who fucks her, though her cuckold regularly uses his mouth to please her and her boyfriend."

"How fascinating."

"Yeah?"

I lifted my head and smiled at him. "I mean, yeah. I guess it's proof that just about anything can work if the right people are involved. I don't know if you, me, and Simon are the right people, but maybe we are."

"Has he said anything about what he wants the future to look like? Does he want you to himself? Does he want to move in together? Does he just want to see you once or twice more each week?"

"He hasn't been specific yet. He just wants to know if there's a future or if we've gone as far as we're going to go."

I rested my head on his chest and Alex ran his fingers through my hair and down my back. He did so over and over, my body relaxing at his touch.

"That cuckold would give the wife's boyfriend a blowjob?" I asked as the thought entered my mind.

"Yeah. He'd give him head before they had sex and then sometimes he'd give him head if the wife wasn't available."

"Do you want to suck Simon's dick, Alex?" I asked.

His heart pounded, though again that didn't necessarily mean anything.

"Sometimes...sometimes I'm not sure what I want," he said. "Because the things that end up turning me on are often things I wouldn't have ever guessed I'd have wanted, like licking Simon's cum out of your pussy. I love doing that, but I never would have said I wanted that. Not in a million years."

I ran my fingers over his stomach and grazed his cock on my way to his thighs. "You really do love getting between my legs after he's fucked me and filled me with his cum, don't you?" I asked softly.

"I really do."

"So...if I told you to get on your knees and suck Simon's cock for me, would you do it?"

Alex moaned softly. I had my answer.

"I would," he said.

I kissed his neck and slipped my hand into his underwear. I smiled when I found his stiff cock. I gave him a few strokes and watched his eyes close as pleasure washed over his face.

"I'm not really a traditionalist - obviously - but there really can only be one man of the house," I said. "So if Simon moved in here, well, he'd be the man of the house and you'd be...the cuck of the house. The one who dresses his wife in lingerie so the man of the house can fuck her. The one who sucks the man's cock before it slides into his wife's wet pussy. The one who cleans her afterwards. Hell, the one who cleans them both afterwards and then departs the master bedroom so his wife and the new man of the house can fall asleep in each other's arms."

Alex's cock was wet with precum as I continued to stroke him.

"Do you want to be the cuck of the house, Alex? Could you handle that? Could you deal with being, well, beneath Simon? Maybe even subservient to him at times? After all, I'd expect you to do as you're told in certain situations."

"Like what?"

I smiled. "Well, if he wanted to watch a movie with me and didn't want you there I'd expect you to leave the living room and give us time to be a couple. If he wanted to make love to me and didn't want you to watch, I'd expect you to do as you were told and leave. If he wanted to stay in bed with me on a Sunday morning and have you bring us coffee, well, I'd expect the cuck of the house to brew the coffee, bring it to us, and leave us to our Sunday morning lovemaking."

Alex was rock hard, but he wasn't the only one who was turned on. I was suddenly quite enthralled with the idea of moving forward with Simon, of bringing him into our lives in a deeper way, of experimenting with a new way of approaching life. I felt free to do so, too, because even if it didn't work I'd still have Alex, the one man that I needed in my life. If it did work, though, I'd get to be the blissfully happy woman with two men eager to do whatever they could to satisfy her needs in every form.

I pulled my hand free from Alex's underwear and pulled the covers aside. I straddled him and rubbed my crotch over his, generating blissful friction for my clit and putting a lusty smile on his face.

"I'm going to talk to Simon about moving in," I said. "We'll take it slow - have him spend his weekends here at first, that kind of thing - but I want to experiment, Alex. I want to embrace the opportunities afforded to us by this lifestyle we've embarked on. I want my boyfriend to move into our house, into this bedroom. I want you to be the cuck of the house. I want him to be the man of the house. I want to be his girlfriend and your hotwife. I want us all to feel free to experiment, to enjoy ourselves to the fullest. I want to be free to explore how to give you pleasure through humiliation, including turning you into a cocksucker for Simon."

Alex's body trembled beneath me.

"That really turns you on, doesn't it?" I asked.

"It's so weird."

"It's not. It's beautiful. It's hot. It's the kind of thing we should be exploring to the fullest, Alex. We shouldn't hold back."

"And what about starting a family?" he asked.

I smiled. "Well, if this works then Simon will be the one to get me pregnant. His seed will grow inside me. He'll be the father."

Alex grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard.

"That's a long way off, though. We have a lot more experimenting to do before we get to that place."

I pulled my panties aside, freed his cock, and took him inside me. He took off my top and I leaned forward so he could suck on my tits.

"Enjoy my pussy," I whispered. "Because the cuck of the house won't be deserving of much pussy, if any. The cuck of the house will be too busy serving me and my boyfriend. He'll be too busy sucking cock, eating pussy, cleaning creampies, and doing chores to do much fucking."

Alex moaned beneath me. I smiled and sat up. I slipped two fingers into his mouth and rode him faster.

"That's it, cocksucker. Suck for me. Show me that you're already enthusiastic for your future. Show me that you're going to commit yourself to being a good little dick sucking cuck for me and Simon."

He came inside me. He came so fucking hard, too. It was a beautiful thing to watch. I rode him all the way through his orgasm and then climbed on his face and had him clean his load out of me as I rubbed my clit over his lips. I came hard and the rest of his cum was expelled from my pussy and into his mouth. He swallowed, of course, and I felt the purest pleasure work its way through me.

It was settled. I would ask Simon to begin the process of moving in with us. We would embark on an era of free, wondrous, beautiful sexual and relationship experimentation and we would see where it took us.

The only thing I was absolutely certain of was that Alex was the center of my life and that as long as I had him I'd be a happy woman.

The future was bright and exciting and that's all you can really ask for in life.

The End.