A Corrupting Influence - Part 3

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Patrick's phone buzzed in his pocket and he hurried to pull it free. He looked at the picture Elena had sent and his loins stirred. She was wearing a leopard print bodysuit with spaghetti straps and a pair of lace top stockings. Her body was turned a little to the side and one knee was slightly bent. It was, without question, the sexiest picture a woman had ever sent him.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"You look so hot. I feel like not all women can pull off leopard print, but you definitely can. It looks amazing."

She sent another picture. This time her back was facing the camera. Her hands were pressed against the white wall of what he assumed was her bedroom. She'd stuck out her ass a little. It was a hotter picture than the first.

"Even hotter," he texted.

"What would you do with me if I wore this for you?"

They'd seen each other in person twice - spending a few days together each time - but they'd texted and talked dozens of times by that point and Patrick had developed a certain understanding of what Elena liked, what she craved. Though he still didn't fully grasp the ins and outs of a hotwife and cuckold relationship, Patrick understood that Elena's husband was not a take charge man, that he preferred to be told what to do, which meant that Elena craved that kind of take charge man when she stepped outside her marriage.

"I'd make you dance for me," he texted. "I'd want to see your body move in that lingerie. I'd want to see your hands moving over the leopard print and those sexy stockings. I'd want to see you try and arouse me without being able to touch me."

A few minutes passed and then a video came through. Elena danced in her lingerie. She ran her hands over her body. She did so without showing her face - Patrick understood that she didn't know him well enough to trust that what she sent him wouldn't end up online - and she managed to arouse him in the same manner he imagined would have happened if they were in person. He also noted that the camera was moving a bit, which meant that her husband was filming, a notion that Patrick liked. He'd gotten more and more used to the idea that Elena's husband found pleasure in his wife's desire for another man, that he actually wanted to help Elena have a relationship with someone else, that he got off on it.

Though he wasn't big on taking selfies or naughty pictures, Patrick snapped an image of the bulge in his pants. He texted it to her. "You got me hard," he said. "Is your husband filming?"

"He is," she replied. "He's a good cuck. He wants to help me arouse the man that can actually fuck my pussy the way it needs to be fucked."

Patrick still had moments of discomfort when he read a text like that. Then he thought of how he didn't want to be as vanilla as Elena had described him as being on their last in-person weekend. He wanted to be more adventurous, to be the kind of man that could be with someone as sexually adventurous as Elena.

"Maybe he could hold back your hair while you suck my cock," Patrick messaged.

"Fuck...that makes me wet, baby," she replied.

Patrick was growing increasingly comfortable with talking and texting like that. He'd had a few moments where he took control during their last weekend together and he'd found it more satisfying than expected, at least in part because Elena had thoroughly enjoyed it.

"You could grab my hair while I suck your cock, too," she added. "You can take control like that if you want. You can put me on my knees, slide your dick into my mouth, and fuck my face for your pleasure. I like being able to make you feel good like that, Patrick. You fuck me so good that you deserve to enjoy that kind of thing with me."

He rubbed himself through his jeans as he read the text and then read it again. A video came through from Elena. Patrick played it. It was a close up on her lips, which looked glossier than they'd been in the pictures, like she'd applied something. Elena rubbed her fingers over her lips and said, "I want you to use my mouth, Patrick. I want you to slide your big dick into my mouth and fuck my face."

Her fingers disappeared into her mouth. She closed her lips around them. She moaned while sucking. She moved her fingers in and out. Patrick unzipped his pants as he watched. His dick throbbed. He really liked the close up view and the clarity of the sound that it provided.

"You're so hot, Elena," he texted. "I wish you were here. I wish you were in my bed right now. I wish I could watch your lips move up and down my cock. I wish I could tell you to straddle me, to take me inside you, to ride me until you'd satisfied me."

A picture of her pussy - with the bodysuit pulled aside - came in. Her fingers were spreading her labia. She was wet.

"I want you," he texted.

"I want you too."

Another picture came in. It was a selfie with the camera held above her head, though of course her face wasn't in it. There was a man on his knees, though. Patrick could only see the top of his head, but he knew it was Elena's husband. His mouth was sealed against her pussy.

"He wants to fuck me too," she texted. "He doesn't get to fuck me though. He's not worthy of my pussy. Not when I have a man like you to satisfy me, Patrick. You're better than my cuck hubby so he'll have to make do with eating my pussy and jerking off while I tell him how much better you are."

Patrick gripped his cock and masturbated to her text. He smiled at the thought of Elena's husband being denied the right to fuck her. He liked the sense that he was better than Brian, that he really did fuck Elena better.

"Can I take you on a weekend trip?" he asked. "Maybe rent a nice house somewhere beautiful and relatively close by so it's not a long flight? Or maybe somewhere close enough to you that I could fly and you could drive?"

"That would be amazing, Patrick. You could fly here. I could pick you up. We could spend the weekend having blissful sex with my hubby just a few hours away spending every moment of his day thinking about another man's cock in his wife's mouth or pussy."

"Can we talk?" he asked. "Can we have phone sex while your husband goes down on you?"

His phone rang a minute later.

"Hey."

"Hey, baby," she said in a sultry voice. A moan followed. "Sorry, but my cuck was already eating my pussy after that picture and he's still going. He likes that I bought this lingerie for you. He could barely keep his hands off of me. He was so happy when I told him I was going to send you a selfie of him eating my pussy."

"You look so fucking hot in that lingerie. Will you wear that the next time we see each other?"

"I bought it for you, Patrick. Of course I'll wear it. I'll spend the whole weekend in it if you want."

He moaned. "That would be fun. You wearing lingerie all weekend long."

"Trying to arouse you, to tempt you into putting me on my knees to fuck my mouth or bending me over to fuck my pussy. Trying to drain your balls completely, to leave you spent by the time the weekend is over, to leave you feeling like I'm the hottest woman you've ever been with, like no one has ever come close to satisfying you the way I do."

He stroked his cock a little faster. "That's already true, Elena. You're one in a million. I can't resist you. I think about you all the time. I jerk off to you all the time."

"Yeah? What do you think about when you jerk off, Patrick? What's your favorite way to cum with me?"

He smiled. "Last night I thought about fucking you from behind, about grabbing a handful of your hair and pounding your pussy from behind. I thought about the way your ass jiggles a little with every thrust into you from behind. I thought about the way you moan when I pull your hair. I thought about the way you beg me to fuck you harder in that position, about how badly you want to make me cum when I'm inside you in doggystyle."

"Fuck...Patrick...I love making you cum. I love satisfying you. I love that my pussy makes you feel so good. I love that you've fucked me more in the past few months than my cuck husband has. I love that he's not allowed inside me anymore because your dick feels so much better than his does!"

"Elena, I'm cumming," he cried out.

They came together, at least as far as Patrick could tell. Her orgasm was loud and beautiful and he thought he heard the sound of her husband licking her pussy with great vigor.

"Fuck..thank you for that, Elena," he said. "You're incredible. You really are. No woman has ever made me cum as hard as you do."

"You hear that, cucky? I make him cum hard. I make him feel good. I take care of my man even when we're not together."

Patrick felt a sense of delight move through him at the idea of being Elena's man, even if he understood that their relationship couldn't ever be everything he wanted it to be.

"He's a lucky man," Brian said. "So am I."

"Yes, you are, cucky. You get to worship my pussy while I have phone sex with the man that fucks me so good. You should be grateful I let you make me cum instead of banishing you to the floor while I use a toy."

"I am. I'm grateful."

Patrick was enraptured by the conversation. It was as if he'd been accidentally invited into the most intimate part of their lives, though he knew Elena had done so purposefully.

"Patrick, baby, were you serious about renting a house near me?" she asked.

"Absolutely. I'll do it tonight if that's okay with you. When's your next free weekend?"

"The weekend after next works for me. So, ten days from now?"

He smiled brightly. "I'll book a house and send you the info. I'll book a flight, too. I can't wait to see you. Oh, and maybe you but a few new pieces of lingerie. Make sure you have a bikini, too, as I'm booking a place with a hot tub at the very least."

"Mmm, I like the way you think. I'll have cucky take me shopping for new lingerie and a bikini. I'll make sure I look good for you, baby. I'll make sure I'm the hottest woman you've ever had the pleasure of fucking whenever and however you want."

His body tingled with excitement. "I can't wait."

"We'll talk soon," she said.

"One more thing before we go."

"Sure."

"Your cuck, after something like what he just did, does he get to orgasm?"

"Not always. He's a better cuck when he's horny, so I don't let him cum all that often."

Patrick couldn't begin to understand why a man would enjoy having his orgasms controlled, but he was long past judging Elena's husband in any way.

"Do you think I should let him cum?" she asked.

"No, I don't," he replied.

"Why is that?"

"He should be insanely horny by the time you're leaving to meet me next weekend."

"You're saying I shouldn't let him cum until I get back from our weekend retreat?"

Patrick smiled. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. No orgasms for your cuck until I'm done having my way with you."

"What do you think about that, cuck?" Elena asked. "Can you go another...well, almost two weeks without an orgasm?"

"I don't want to."

She laughed. "What you want doesn't really matter though, does it? I think I'm going to give Patrick what he wants. After all, he fucks me the way I need to be fucked, and a man like that deserves certain considerations from his woman."

"May I rub your feet?" Brian asked.

"Yes you may, cuck. Rub away."

Patrick listened to Elena's satisfied moan as her cuckold husband rubbed her feet after accepting his denial.

"Thank you for this, Patrick," she said. "I had an exquisite orgasm and I'm going to spend the next week and a half soaking wet as I wait to see you again. I'm going to make you feel so many good things when I see you, though."

"You're going to take care of your man?" he asked.

"Mmm, that's right. I always take care of my man because he takes care of me."

It was such a small thing - and perhaps a bit silly - but Patrick quite liked the idea of being 'her man.' It made him all the more eager to see her, to be naked with her, to satisfy her desires for the kind of sex her husband seemingly couldn't give her.

"I'll see you soon, Elena," he said. "And I'll send you the info on the rental and my flight as soon as everything's booked."

"I'll see you soon, Patrick."

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Patrick saw Elena standing at the bottom of the escalator at the baggage claim, right where she said she'd be. She wore a pleated black pleather skirt that reached no further than mid thigh, a pair of heels, and a soft white sweater that fell from one shoulder, exposing a bra strap. Her long hair was pulled to one side - the side with the bare shoulder - and she had on a lovely dark shade of lipstick that instantly made him want to kiss her.

The kiss happened the moment he stepped off the escalator. It included an open mouth and a great deal of tongue. Patrick was tempted to lift her skirt and grab her ass right there in the airport, but he kept himself in check.

"Did you check a bag?" she asked.

He shook his head and Elena took his hand and led him out into the warm air. They walked hand-in-hand to the parking garage and into the elevator that would take them to the top floor. They kissed again and this time Patrick lifted her skirt and grabbed her ass as his cock got hard as a rock.

"I missed you," he said.

"I know. I can feel it."

The elevator doors opened and she took his hand and stepped out into the sun and towards what he assumed was her car.

"Would you be willing to drive?" she asked.

"Of course."

Elena smiled brightly. "Good. I want to suck your dick on the drive up. After all, I said I would take care of my man and it doesn't seem fair to make you wait the two and a half hours it will take to get to the house."

"You're incredible."

"I know. So are you. The house you rented, Patrick, it's breathtaking. It's so big. It's so beautiful. The views are stunning. The hot tub. The pool. You really went all out."

"You deserve it," he replied.

She pulled a key fob from her handbag. The trunk of a dark blue sedan opened. He tossed his bag inside. They kissed once more, this time in a long and luxurious manner. He grabbed her ass first but then his fingers found their way into her pussy as her tongue mingled with his.

His fingers were still inside her as she whispered, "I've been wet all week for you, Patrick. I'm yours this weekend. My pussy is yours this weekend. You can have it as many times as you want it."

"I'm going to want it an awful lot," he replied.

That seemed to delight her as Elena smiled and kissed him with such depth it caught Patrick off guard. "Let's get on the road," she said. "I need your cock in my mouth."

Patrick walked to the passenger side and opened the door for her, eliciting a smile. Elena sat and spread her legs, flashing her skimpy panties as her skirt rode up. He rushed to the driver's side and got behind the wheel. He wound his way out of the parking garage, paid the nominal fee for the car's brief stay, and followed the Google Maps directions to the highway, which is when Elena leaned over and unzipped his pants.

She unbuckled her seat belt and her lips found his neck as she stroked him. "I love sucking your dick, Patrick. I don't know why, but I get the feeling that you've never been with a woman that truly loved having your cock in her mouth."

"Not before you," he said.

"Maybe that's why I like giving you head as much as I do. I know that you deserve to get your cock sucked by a beautiful, talented, passionate woman and I know that you've never had that before, Patrick. I get to open your eyes to the joy of being with a woman that appreciates you for the kind of man you are."

Her head moved to his lap. He felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth around his cock. He felt that initial surge of intense pleasure as she sucked. He moaned, though he kept both hands on the wheel and his eyes focused on the road.

Five minutes later, Patrick had a stunning orgasm in Elena's mouth. He slowed the car a bit to prevent an accident and climaxed hard while she had her lips sealed tight around his cock. She moaned quite a bit, too, and then sat up and swallowed audibly, no doubt to remind him that she did, in fact, take care of her man exactly as she'd said she would, right down to swallowing his seed like every man wants a woman to do.

"Fucking hell, Elena," he said. "That was stunning."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and moved back to her seat. Patrick ventured a glance and saw a delighted smile on her face.

"Your husband deserves a text, doesn't he?" he suggested.

"What a good idea."

She busied herself telling her cuck husband that she'd just given a blowjob in the car and Patrick tried to put himself in Brian's head. What would it be like to be intensely aroused by the idea of your wife giving a car blowjob to another man? What would it be like to be thoroughly aroused by the fact that she'd made someone else cum in her mouth, that she'd swallowed that cum? Patrick couldn't wrap his head around it, though he noted that the general sense of bafflement he'd felt when he first met Elena had faded.

"Are you still wet?" he asked.

"Wetter," she replied.

"Then maybe you should shoot a video of me fingering your pussy," he said. "Maybe you should tell your husband who your pussy belongs to this weekend while I finger you."

"Well, well, look who's getting into the spirit of things," Elena said with absolute delight in her voice.

Patrick kept his eyes on the road as he reached over and grasped her knee. His fingers then danced up her thigh until he found her panties. "Take these off."

She slipped them off and tossed them onto the dash. She then held up her phone and seemingly began filming. "Hey cuck. I thought you might like to know that my panties are already off."

Patrick slipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy and Elena moaned.

"Patrick's already inside me, too."

He glanced over to see her move the phone down to film a good view of her pussy. Patrick slid a second and then a third finger inside her.

"My pussy is so wet for him, cuck. I've been soaked all week, but sucking his cock and swallowing his cum has me drenched. Can you hear it, cucky?"

Patrick fingered her harder and deeper. Then, with a rush of delight moving through him, he asked, "Who owns your pussy this weekend?"

"Fuck," Elena said softly. "You own my pussy, baby. It's yours to do with as you please. So is my mouth."

Patrick took that as a sign to pull his fingers from her pussy and hold them up. He glanced over to see Elena filming herself as she leaned in to take his fingers into her mouth and suck them clean.

"I'm going to make good use of your wife's tight pussy and talented mouth this weekend, cuck," he said. "I'm going to make her cum like she's never cum before and she's going to do the same for me while you sit at home."

His fingers left her mouth and Patrick returned them to her pussy. He found her clit and rubbed it vigorously with his thumb. She moaned and he looked over right as she lifted her sweater and began to play with her tits while filming everything for her husband.

"I know you love to watch me cum, cuck, but not today. I'll send you a recording of him fucking me later, though, and you can listen while your little dick throbs. For now, though, I'm cutting this video off and then I'm going to cum all over his fingers while you fantasize about me and another man."

She set her phone down. Patrick worked her pussy with even greater vigor.

"Cum for me, Elena," he said. "Cum for me."

Not long after, she filled the car with her intense moans with one hand gripping his arm and the other the firmly gripping the handle above her head. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out.

Patrick felt her pussy get wetter around his fingers as the muscles spasmed. He heard her heavy breathing amidst her moans and he felt a sense of pride at having played his part in giving her an exceptional orgasm.

After pulling his fingers free, he wiped them on his pants and grabbed the steering wheel with both hands.

"This is going to be an incredible weekend," Elena said between breaths. "And thank you for the orgasm. That was unexpected."

"I do like to take care of my woman," he said.

She reached over and squeezed his thigh. "How would you feel about calling me your girlfriend?" she asked. "I mean, I know it's not the real thing, but I've started calling you my boyfriend when I mention you to Brian."

"I'd love to call you my girlfriend," he said.

"It's decided then. I'm your girlfriend. You're my boyfriend. Long distance. Complicated, of course, but a hell of a lot of fun, which makes the complications worth it, right?"

"Without question."

Yes, it was complicated, but the sex with Elena was better - by several measures - than any he'd ever had, and that was well worth the complications.