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.

"Anytime Sam. Are you free right now? I could tell them I'm sick and leave work, come see you. I can't wait to see you." His response was fast, faster than I could have typed.

"Haha, no, sadly my kids will be home shortly, although if I was able to, I would say yes." I liked his enthusiasm, even if it was a wholly impractical plan.

"Too bad, but I understand. Maybe we can make plans?" he asked.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I replied.

"Well, for you my calendar is open. I can come by anytime." I was a bit disappointed. I guess it started with sex, so sex was the center of their relationship, but she had hoped for something more. I guess I will have to take the lead again.

"I was hoping we could take our time a bit more. What about a date, Frank? Will you take me out?" I left it open ended, hoping he would come up with a plan. Alex always planned elaborate dates, took charge and made sure everything was perfect. I found it so sexy, like I was the center of his world for that time.

"Sure, we can do that. What did you have in mind?" Maybe that was old fashioned, I thought. Maybe the younger generation preferred to plan these things together.

"Why don't we go out to dinner? You pick a spot, tell me where so I can dress appropriately. I'll wear something sexy for you if you buy me dinner. I'll get Alex's parents to watch the kids, and we can come back to my place for the night afterward." I hope Alex would be ok with that. Maybe I don't have to tell him that Frank was going to spend the night, I thought. But maybe he wouldn't care or would enjoy the thought.

"That sounds like fun, especially having the house to ourselves all night. I don't know too many good places to eat, I'm mostly a chicken and rice before the gym guy. I can look it up, but if you prefer a specific place, I can take you there." His message made me sigh. Oh well, I did have a favourite restaurant. As I thought about it though, I changed my mind. The restaurant, called simply Bloc, was more of a fine dining spot. It didn't seem like Frank would enjoy that, although Alex loved to take me there. He looked so good in a suit, most tall men do, I think. Frank would probably prefer someplace a bit cozier, intimate but more casual.

"Let's go to Oro Rosso, it's a nice little Italian place that is not super formal. I'll arrange reservations for us around 5 on Saturday. It's a bit early, but I don't want us to feel rushed. That way we can take our time and really enjoy our evening. I'd love to spend some time enjoying your company." I guess it was kind of nice to arrange things, I never had to do that with Alex. I was looking forward to going out, chatting and flirting.

"Sure, that could be fun, what sort of thing should I wear to a place like that?" he asked innocently.

Oh god, I thought, he is a clueless little boy. Well, on the bright side I suppose I have a chance to help mould him, build good habits.

"A suit wouldn't be out of place, but some nice slacks and a sweater would also be fine. Nice shoes of course, not sneakers. I bet you would look sexy in a suit though. Let me know if you are wearing a suit, I will go a bit more formal." She was imagining his broad frame in a suit, he would cut a dashing figure.

"Well, I don't own a suit, so maybe next time for that. I can do a nice sweater and slacks." He would probably look sexy in a tight sweater too.

"Sounds great. Let's meet there and take an uber back to my place." I suggested.

"Awesome! I can't wait to see you. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself until then!" He responded.

"Well, think of what we did last night, and imagine having hours and hours together. I know I will be thinking about it a lot." I was out of practice at flirting, not sure how to talk to a new boyfriend after all these years. It was so easy with Alex, but as I thought about it, I realized it was because he was so sure, so confident in his wants and needs.

"I can't stop thinking about it! You were so sexy, your body is amazing. I regret not going down on you though, I bet you taste so good." Frank seemed certain of his needs as well, although he couldn't be called subtle by anyone.

"Hmmm, you'll have to tell me on Saturday. I know you tasted good, and I can't wait to have some more. You should try not to waste any between now and then, save it all for me." I hoped he understood my meaning. I found it hard to talk about sexy things outside of sex, it was a turn on, but it felt awkward.

"What?" he wrote. I sighed. It was a good thing he was cute and reasonably well hung. Maybe all young people are clueless I mused, as I tried to think of how to explain it.

"Oh, I get it now. Sorry. Definitely. Damn, you are a slut. Don't worry, I'll save it all for you." He had finally caught on.

"Good, that's what I need. Message me anytime Frank, It's always fun to chat. I can't wait for Saturday, we're going to have such a good time." With that I put the phone down. I was so horny at this point, I was very wet. Some of that may still have been from the night before. I decided to go for a shower before the kids got home, but first I needed to message Alex.

"Hi honey," I wrote "Frank messaged, I just wanted to let you know."

It was only a couple of minutes before he responded.

"Good, how did it go? Is he rushing over to ravish you?" he followed with a winking emoji. When both of us worked at home, there had been days where spontaneous sex was a regular thing, but I wouldn't have considered it with Frank even if I had thought there was time before the kids got home.

"Lol, he did suggest it but no, the kids will be home soon. He is eager though." I replied.

"So, what did you plan?" he asked

"We are going to get together for dinner at Oro Rosso on Saturday, your mother has been asking to have the kids over so I was going to get her to take them over night, that way Frank and I can come back here afterward and take our time." There was no immediate response, not even the dots indicating Alex was writing. I began to grow nervous that I had somehow overstepped in his eyes as the seconds passed. Finally the dots appeared, then a message.

"Oro Rosso, nice. Sounds like a good time. Don't let him pay for the meal, it's on me, I just want the two of you to focus on enjoying yourselves! Would you like me to arrange a reservation?" I smiled; I loved that man so much. Here I was arranging to fuck a hot young lover, and he was still happy to make the reservations for me. It was very romantic, although not everyone would have seen it that way. "Did he suggest Oro Rosso?"

"Thank you for offering, sweety, but I can handle it. No, it was my idea, he was interested in coming over to see me again, but the idea of a date seemed a little foreign to him. He was very worried about what he would wear." I messaged back.

"Haha, that tracks, good kid but between work and the gym, I don't think he gets out much. But honestly, I insist. I know the manager, I'll make sure you get our favourite booth, the one in the corner with a bit more privacy. I want you to have a nice evening with him." He was so damn sweet. I knew the booth he meant, it was our favourite because on a couple of occasions I had given him a handjob there, and on one occasion he had brought me to orgasm the same way. It was nice and shadowed but it was still thrilling to be intimate out in public. I hadn't thought about that specifically, that was something Alex always arranged.

"That is so thoughtful! Ok, I will let you help, you're obviously better at this than either of us. We'll have a better time if I let you handle it. I hear the kids getting home, I had better go." There was a thunder of feet upstairs at the door, and that meant I had to go and pick up our youngest from daycare shortly.

"Np, you go take care of things, consider the date arranged, you'll get an email with the details."

...

The evening rushed by with little time to think, and time to think was really what I needed. After I got the kids to bed, I took a long shower. I thought about pleasuring myself; It seemed like I was in a constant state of arousal these days, and even as I dealt with the kids the strangest things reminded me of Frank, turning me on again. But if Frank was denying himself, saving himself for me on Saturday, I decided I would do the same.

I wondered what about him I felt drawn to. Was it his youth? It had been almost 15 years since I was his age, and 15 years of adulthood and responsibility feel like more than a lifetime. I remembered what it was like though and could relate to the differences. Maybe I wanted more of that youthful abandon in my life, a reminder of the time before I had kids, a business. When it was just Alex and I, partying and fucking whenever we wanted.

Maybe it was his body? I had grown to like Alex's muscular strength, but Frank was almost at bodybuilder level. He was strong, too. Alex had explained that many bodybuilders choose not to train for strength, just for muscle growth, so some end up not gaining much strength over time. Part of why he had grown to respect Frank was that he trained for strength, but he trained hard so he was every bit as big as a bodybuilder would be.

In the end, it might just be lust. The reckless release of sexual tension, the fearless pursuit of pleasure. It might not be Frank at all, but just a new awakening of sexual freedom that was intoxicating.

My shower ended without an answer, except to conclude that I would figure it out as I went. I loved the experience, Alex was loving it too, or at least he was so in love with me that he wanted me to enjoy it. I hoped he was enjoying it as well.

After drying myself, I checked my phone and there were more messages from Frank.

"I can't get you out of my head, Sam."

"I keep thinking about the other night."

"I'm going crazy thinking about it."

It sent shivers through me, and I smiled. Just what I needed to break out of my introspection. I decided to be naughty for him. I dropped the towel that was wrapped around me, freeing my breasts. I was so aroused already; the cool air tightened my nipples perfectly. I lifted the phone over my head and pointed it down at me. I looked up at the camera and put one finger to my lip, lifting my breasts as I did. I snapped a few pictures. They were all hot, but one was really sexy, even I was turned on looking at the obviously sexual being in the image.

I sent it to Frank, with a caption below.

"Who, me? By this time Saturday you can have me again, lover." I agonized over that word, not love, but lover. That was true, maybe the actual heart of our relationship.

"OMG, you're killing me, you sexy slut! Here I am trying not to jack off and you send me that. I'm rock hard looking at those amazing tits." I smiled and lay down on the bed. Frank was easy to tease; Alex would have been so much more controlled. It was too much fun. I had to tease him some more.

I lay back and spread my legs. I ran my fingers through my pubic hair. Alex liked a trim bush, but I decided for tomorrow I would shave, something different for my new lover. I played with myself, spreading my wetness all over the lips of my pussy. Then I took my camera, and spreading my lips I aimed it up at me so it could see my body above my open pussy, my breasts and up to my face, a sexy smile on my lips. I was satisfied with one of them and sent it to him with another caption.

"Ah ah ah, don't do that. I want all your cum, so if you want this again, you'll have to be a good boy and save it for me."

"Oh fuck."

"That's so hot."

"Ok slut, be careful what you bargain for, Saturday night is going to go off, and at this rate you may drown. Have a good night, Sam, I am going to go take a cold shower and try to sleep."

That made me feel good from head to toe. He wanted me so badly I could control him, force him not to jack off while a woman he wanted to fuck was sending him raunchy nude pictures.

"Good boy, I like to hear that, I can't wait until Saturday when you try to drown me. Sounds like a heavenly way to go. Have a good night, lover." That was starting to feel a bit more natural the more I used it.

Still, I decided, I should let Alex know I did that. Plus, he would enjoy the pictures and the story. No rule against him masturbating to them. I messaged him first, explanation before the raunchy photos.

"Hey Honey, I wanted to let you know I was just messaging with Frank, he was talking dirty about how he missed me and wanted to fuck me again, so I sent him some pictures." I was still naked with my legs spread, and I found my fingers were moving, unbidden but insistent, against my pussy.

"Naughty naughty, Little Slut. It no doubt seemed natural, but I feel I should point out that although he had seen pictures and videos of you before, those are now the only pictures of you naked that exist outside of our possession. For the record I trust Frank, but that is a pretty big sign of trust from you." He responded.

I hadn't thought of it like that, and it did give me moment of panic, but it quickly subsided as I concluded that there was no less reason to do it than I had minutes ago. There was always a risk that Frank might mention what we were up to, pictures or not.

"Well, if we continue doing this, I guess more people are going to see me naked. I'm going to have to get used to it." I sent him the pictures with this message.

"hmmm, those are nice, you should do that more often. I like to see how you like to photograph yourself. Very sexy Samantha. Did he cum right away do you think?" The way he was typing so slowly had me thinking he was probably the one jacking off.

"I told him he wasn't allowed to cum until our date Saturday. He seemed upset about it, which is why I sent him the second image. Somehow, I don't think it helped lol." I felt so naughty telling my husband how I was teasing my young lover.

"Haha, you're going to have an animal on your hands by Saturday Little Slut. It's probably not as obvious to you but young men his age, with high testosterone like that boy has, are used to cumming more than once a day. You're such a sexy little tease to treat your boyfriend like that!" My body tingled as I saw the words I had been dancing around in writing.

"Do you really think of Frank as my boyfriend?" I asked quickly.

"I guess it seems like he is. You're fucking him, he is obsessed with you, you're going out on a date. What do you think of him as?" He was typing faster now, perhaps he had finished. That would leave him clearer thinking on the subject at least.

"I don't know, I've used the word lover a couple of times. Boyfriend seems like a commitment of some kind, I don't know if Frank would want that." I was flushed thinking about it. What Frank might want to call me... What I might want him to call me.

"Lover could work too. I notice you ask what Frank wants, but as you're the love of my life, I'm more curious about what you want. Do you want Frank to be your boyfriend, take you out on dates, fuck you; is he someone you want a wider relationship with?" This was a delicate conversation, I almost wished we were on a call or in person, rather than messaging. Maybe this would make it easier to address the messy implications.

"I don't know, honey. I like Frank. I'm looking forward to getting to know him better. How would you feel if I did?" I waited nervously for his response. It was a couple of long minutes that felt even longer before he responded.

"I want all of this for you because I love you and I want you to feel free, happy and fulfilled in your life. I think Frank is a good guy, and I am happy if you enjoy your time with him. I can't pretend a part of me isn't jealous at the idea of you having a relationship like that with him, but he would be a fool to pass up the chance if that's what you want. In the end, I love and trust you, and I'm confident in the life and world we have built together. So go, explore yourself, explore Frank, know that I love you and support you as you figure it out." I am not ashamed to admit I teared up a bit as I read it. This man truly loved me in a way I might never match. I would try though. He deserved it.

"You're amazing, Alex. This has been an amazing experience, and it's because I have felt so supported by you through it. I will figure out what Frank is to me, but you should be confident in us, because no one could ever replace you. I love you with all my heart." It's strange, I thought as I typed, that fucking another man could make me love my husband more when I hadn't even been in the same room with him for almost 2 weeks.

"I love you too, Sam. With all my heart. Have a good night." She turned off her phone and took a moment to get dressed for bed.

Once I was snuggled warmly under the covers I lay in a daze and tried to sort through my thoughts and feelings. Everything was so intense! My feelings for Frank, my constant arousal at all the attention and the thoughts of sex. My feelings for Alex, his love and support were such a pillar in my life, and it felt like an alien artifact that amidst my lust and confusion about Frank that Alex's loving presence was such an integral part of it. The common note in the resounding commotion of my mind was love and excitement. I couldn't wait to see what came next.

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Friday passed with less turmoil than the last two days. For the most part, I managed to keep my mind on my work and the kids. At one point I realized that I had the pictures and videos of Frank on my phone, I had forgotten that that was how Alex had gotten them, and I took 10 minutes to scroll through the pictures. God, Frank was hot! I was hot too, as I came for him. The video he took of me sucking his cock was beautiful, I had to say in an objective way that I had gotten really good at blowjobs over the years. Of course, it helped that Frank was a bit smaller than Alex, I sometimes felt like a python unhinging its jaw when I went down on Alex; or more accurately, I suppose he was the python.

My favourite image was the last one though. I looked so sexy covered in cum, on my face, dripping out of me. Alex always loved pictures of me after I had cum, he said I looked peaceful, like I was truly at rest. This one captured that; it looked like I was in heaven.

I rushed through the day's work and then rushed out the door. I needed to go shopping, and I was so turned on that I couldn't wait to send pictures of me in sexy new clothes to my men.

I went to my favourite shop at the mall; they specialized in clothes for curvy women. It was always a nice ego boost, because at that store I was the smallest size. I had wide hips and full thighs, but a narrow waist. Large breasts and broad shoulders made for a classic hourglass shape. I had always been critical of my body, although more so when I was overweight. Nonetheless I would never have one of those classic slender figures that most clothes seemed tailored for, so this store was ideal.

I browsed for a while as I couldn't decide what to go with. What would suit me best, and appeal to a young guy like Frank? Alex liked me in form fitted, slinky dresses that hugged my curves and revealed my body through the fabric. I would wear sheer tights so he could see my delicately painted toenails. Maybe Frank would like something shorter, trendier. In the end I grabbed two dresses, a full-length ruched dress in red. Spaghetti straps held a low bodice in place. I would need a bra, but the full curves of my chest would be on display. There was a slit in the side seam that went to mid-thigh. It was a bit dramatic for Oro Rosso, but I was dressing to wow my date, not the other diners.

The second dress was short; it went barely to mid-thigh. It was almost goth in style but still toned down enough for me to consider. It had a low bodice but full length lace sleeves. It was form fitting to the point that it would certainly show off my ass, but around the waist was a faux corset detail that would pull it tight. I could wear fishnet stocking with that, that would be very sexy.

I went to the change room and tried them on. I was right about the advantages of both, they fit me perfectly. I spun and turned in front of the mirror, but I couldn't decide which one would have the biggest impact of Frank. I decided to ask my men their opinions, so I took 2 pictures. In the red dress it was from above, showing the plunging neckline, and with my knew bent so my pale white thigh was visible through the slit. It the black dress, I twisted so I could capture my ass, and pulled the dress up ever so slightly so you could almost see my ass. I sent them first to Frank.

"Morning, lover. I can't decide which dress to buy for our date. Which one of these makes you want to fuck me harder?" I blushed and my pussy felt electric as I wrote it, I was never so forward with Alex. His response took less than a minute.

"Fuck Sam, you are so hot. Your tits look amazing in the red dress, but that black dress makes you look like such a slut. That ass... I wish I was there to fuck you right now." I guess that got his vote settled.

"Thanks! I'm so horny, I wish you were here to fuck me too. I can almost feel your big hands on my body. But I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow night, then you can have me all you want, however you want. Have you been a good boy for me?" I smiled and removed the black dress. I started to change back into my regular clothes as I waited.

"Fuck, yes, not that you make it easy. I'm going to have to hit the gym hard tonight, work myself until I'm exhausted so I can sleep at all. That's the only way I can see to make it to tomorrow night with your teasing and your rules." He seemed a bit sour about it, but he was sticking to the rules, so I guess he saw the value in the deal.

"Good. Do this one thing for your sexy slut, and I guarantee it will be worth the effort. Until tomorrow night, lover." I resolved not to message again until their date. I switched chats and sent the pictures to Alex.

"Hi Alex, I was having trouble deciding which dress to buy so I sent these pictures to Frank. Can you guess which one he picked?" I finished dressing while I waited for a response.

"Haha, yes, he picked the black one. A man in a coma would wake up hard as rock if you showed him that picture Little Slut. I like it because you don't usually wear short dresses. But buy them both! You're gorgeous in them, they fit you perfectly. I want to take you out and show you off in both of them." He was never good at saving money when it came to me. Aside from work, he would rather wear a ratty old t-shirt so I could get another tight pair of jeans or a sexy dress. At this point in their lives the expense wasn't an issue though.

"You're too sweet, Alex. And you're right, I think Frank almost came when he saw me in the black dress. I'll buy them both for you. Have a good day, sweety!" I smiled to myself as I hung both the dresses again. I was doing that a lot this week, smiling all the time it seemed.

Before I left, I picked out a lacy black push up bra and some fishnet thigh high stockings. I stopped at another location to get my fingernails and toenails done in a deep shade of red then headed home just in time to meet the kids.