<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=discovering%20cravings">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="88597587" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Isabelle’s hand shook a little as she held the mascara brush an inch from her eye. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and told herself to calm down. When she opened her eyes once more her hand was still shaking.</p><p>“Wow,” Nathan said from the bathroom door.</p><p>“Oh my God!” Isabelle cried out as she dropped the mascara brush in the sink. “Nathan. You scared me.”</p><p>She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the whole thing. She was nervous because she was getting ready to have sex with another man, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of the nerves. Nathan was excited about it and she knew Drew was excited too. Of course he was. He knew he was getting laid and Nathan knew his wife was going to make his biggest fantasy come true.</p><p>“Sorry,” Nathan said.</p><p>“No, it’s okay,” Isabelle replied as she turned to him. “I’m just nervous.”</p><p>“Why?” Nathan asked. He gestured at the blue and black lace bra and panty set she’d picked out and added, “You look incredible. And your hair and makeup looks amazing too. Really, you’re gorgeous. Drew is going to go crazy for you.”</p><p>Though she knew Nathan might have been serving his own needs by trying to build up her confidence, Isabelle couldn’t help but smile. It seemed that she was, in fact, quite nervous about how Drew would feel despite what they’d done in the bar parking lot.</p><p>“You really think so?” Isabelle asked.</p><p>“Honey, of course,” Nathan said as he stepped into the bathroom. He moved behind Isabelle and wrapped his arms around her. He planted soft kisses on her neck as his hands moved over her stomach and drifted down her thighs. “You look incredible, and after what happened in his car I’m absolutely certain that Drew’s been thinking about you all week. I promise he has. I promise you’ve been the only thing on his mind.”</p><p>Isabelle felt her husband’s erection pressing into her ass. She suspected Nathan’s mind had been occupied with one particular thought all week too.</p><p>“I’ve been thinking about him,” she said.</p><p>“Oh yeah?” Nathan asked in a voice that sounded just a little bit hesitant. It was a tone that Isabelle had gotten familiar with since he’d revealed his fantasy. Nathan was unquestionably aroused by the idea of her fucking someone else, but he often seemed just a touch nervous about it too.</p><p>Isabelle looked at him in the bathroom mirror and reached down to guide one of Nathan’s hands into her panties. Despite her nerves, she’d been thinking about what an evening with Drew might be like and it had left her feeling more than a little aroused.</p><p>“Can you feel that?” Isabelle asked as Nathan’s finger moved between her pussy lips and pushed inside her.</p><p>“I can,” Nathan said.</p><p>“That’s because I can’t stop thinking about Drew’s big cock,” she said. The truth was, Isabelle had been thinking about all of Drew. She’d thought of his kisses, of the confident way he moved his hands over her body, of his skill at pleasuring her pussy, and of his big cock. She knew Nathan found her desire for Drew’s dick most arousing, though, and it turned her on to drive Nathan crazy with lust.</p><p>“What are you thinking about doing with his big cock?” Nathan asked.</p><p>Isabelle pushed her ass into Nathan’s crotch and smiled at him in the mirror. “I’ve been thinking about sucking his cock,” she said.</p><p>Nathan made a milder version of his orgasm face, which was the surest sign Isabelle had hit a nerve in the best way possible.</p><p>“I can’t stop thinking about it since last week. I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to wrap my lips around his long, thick cock. I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to make him cum in my mouth. The way he moaned and the way his cock swelled up before it exploded on my tongue, it was incredible, baby,” Isabelle said.</p><p>Nathan moved his finger over her clit and Isabelle moaned as she rubbed her ass over his crotch. Isabelle wriggled free from his grasp before he could make her cum and she spun around and leaned against the bathroom counter. She unzipped Nathan’s pants and pulled out his stiff cock, wrapped her fingers around it, and stroked him slowly.</p><p>“I hope you’re okay with me doing more than giving him a blowjob,” she said.</p><p>“I am,” Nathan replied.</p><p>“Are you sure?” she asked.</p><p>Nathan nodded.</p><p>“I’ve been dreaming about it all week,” Isabelle said. “About fucking him. I’ve been thinking about fucking him all week, Nathan. I’ve been thinking about how good it’s going to feel when he slides his big cock inside me. I’ve been thinking about how hard I’m going to cum when he’s fucking me with that big, beautiful dick of his.”</p><p>Nathan seemed like he might keel over from the overwhelming nature of the arousal coursing through him, a fact that brought Isabelle endless delight.</p><p>“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” she asked. “Are you sure you’re okay with your wife cumming so hard on someone else’s cock?”</p><p>Nathan nodded vigorously, though he seemed unable to speak.</p><p>“What if he’s better than you, Nathan?” Isabelle asked. “What if Drew fucks me better than you ever have?”</p><p>Nathan’s cock surged in Isabelle’s hand and she released it. It seemed like further teasing would no doubt result in an orgasm and she wanted to save that for when she got home.</p><p>“Am I right in assuming that you’d be just fine with Drew fucking me like no man has ever fucked me before?” Isabelle asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Nathan answered. “I’ve fantasized about it for so long, Isabelle, and what you did with him in the car was so hot. I’m ready for this. I’m ready for you to fuck him. I’m ready for him to blow your mind. I really am.”</p><p>Isabelle smiled. “Do you think I should wear something slutty?” That wasn’t her usual style, but she liked the idea of letting out her inner slut, especially since she was planning on having sex with a man she’d only met a few times. If she was ever going to dress slutty, now was the time.</p><p>“If I was Drew I would certainly find that sexy,” Nathan said.</p><p>Isabelle saw an opportunity and she couldn’t help but take it. “You know you’re not Drew, right? You know he’s got a bigger dick than you, right? You know he made me cum so fucking hard in his car last week, right? You know he’s going to make me cum so hard tonight when he pounds my needy, married pussy with that big dick of his, right?”</p><p>For a moment Nathan looked like he might cum in his pants. “Fuck, Isabelle,” he said. “I love you. I love you so much.”</p><p>Isabelle wrapped her arms around him and kissed her husband. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and ground her pelvis into his, providing him with a little more stimulation before she kicked him out of the bathroom so she could finish getting ready.</p><p>“I love you too,” she said. “Tonight’s going to be fun for both of us, I promise. You’re not going to masturbate, right? I want you to save yourself for me, okay?”</p><p>“I won’t masturbate, I promise,” Nathan replied.</p><p>Isabelle saw the look on his face. She knew it was going to be hard for him to keep that promise. She was confident he’d refrain from cumming, though. He might touch himself a little, but he wouldn’t orgasm.</p><p>Isabelle took a deep breath as she approached Drew’s house. She looked down at her outfit – she’d gone with a sheer black blouse, a tight black leather skirt, and a pair of strappy three inch high heels – and smoothed everything out to make sure she looked good. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn such a short, tight skirt, especially for a man.</p><p>Isabelle pressed the doorbell and listened as Drew’s footsteps approached. He opened the door with a smile and welcomed her.</p><p>“Isabelle, wow, you look incredible,” he said as she stepped into the house.</p><p>Drew’s eyes roamed over her body in a way Isabelle found thrilling. It seemed clear that he approved of her choice of outfit.</p><p>A few moments of awkward silence passed as Drew shut the door and turned to her. It seemed that they were both a little unsure of how to proceed.</p><p>“How about a drink?” Drew asked.</p><p>“That would be nice,” Isabelle replied.</p><p>He led her to the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine as she admired the care he’d taken with his outfit. His jeans fit perfectly, his shirt was nicely tucked into them, and he’d clearly put some time into make sure he looked well-groomed.</p><p>Drew poured them both a glass of wine and Isabelle took hers with a smile. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” she said.</p><p>“Oh yeah?” Drew asked as a giddy smile crossed his face. He couldn’t seem to contain his joy at the idea that she’d been thinking about him – and about what they’d done in the car – all week.</p><p>“I have,” she said. “I honestly couldn’t help myself. I’ve never done anything like I did last week, in the car, I mean. There’s something about you that makes me want to get a little wild, I guess.”</p><p>“I feel the same way,” Drew said.</p><p>Isabelle raised her glass. “I guess we should toast to that, then.”</p><p>They touched their glasses gently and Drew stepped closer before they each took a sip on the wine. Isabelle swallowed and smiled. He leaned in and their lips met for a slow, sensual kiss flavored with red wine.</p><p>“You’re a good kisser,” Isabelle said as she tried her best not to toss her glass aside to yank Drew’s pants off. She felt the same desire she’d experienced in the car, but she didn’t want to come off as a wanton slut.</p><p>“Good enough for you to kiss me again?” he asked.</p><p>Isabelle replied with another kiss. This time she let her tongue wander into his mouth and welcomed his into hers. He moaned when she sucked on it and his free hand moved to her ass and grasped it through the tight black leather.</p><p>“I need to tell you something,” Isabelle said.</p><p>“Is everything okay?” Drew asked.</p><p>“Yes, it’s just…I’m married,” she explained.</p><p>Drew stepped back with a surprised look on his face.</p><p>“It’s not like that,” she said. “I’m not cheating. He knows I’m here. He likes that I’m here, actually.”</p><p>“Really?” Drew asked.</p><p>“I know it sounds crazy, but he does. This is his fantasy, actually,” Isabelle explained as she moved back and hopped on Drew’s kitchen table. “He wants his wife to give herself to another man. He wants his wife to give herself to a man with a bigger cock. He wants me to have great sex with that man. He wants me to have better sex than I have with him, in fact.”</p><p>Isabelle pulled her skirt up around her waist and spread her legs, drawing Drew’s gaze to her panties.</p><p>“My husband wants you to fuck me, Drew,” Isabelle said. “And I do too. I’ve been thinking about it all week. I’ve been fantasizing about it.”</p><p>She took a long sip of her wine and reached between her legs. Isabelle pushed her hand into her panties and rubbed her clit as she swallowed the wondrously boozy liquid.</p><p>“I’ve been fantasizing about having you inside me,” she said as a bulge appeared between Drew’s legs. “I’ve been fantasizing about feeling your big, beautiful cock in my tight, married pussy. Will you make my fantasy come true, Drew? Will you fuck me? Will you fuck me as many times as I can handle?”</p><p>It was Isabelle’s desire that drove her to throw caution to the wind and tell Drew exactly why she was in his house. She wanted him to know that he was fucking a married woman, that he was going to satisfy her needs in a way her husband might not have been able to.</p><p>Drew stepped closer, put his glass on the table, and ran his fingers up Isabelle’s soft, smooth thighs. She moaned quietly at the intense desire created by something as simple as his touch.</p><p>“Does your husband really want this?” Drew asked.</p><p>“My husband wants you to fuck his wife,” Isabelle replied. “He does. It’s the one and only thing he fantasizes about. He wants you to take your cock out and slide it into my pussy. He wants you to fuck me, Drew. He wants you to fuck me and make me cum. He wants you to be better than him.”</p><p>Drew slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. He tossed her underwear onto the kitchen floor and leaned closer to kiss her neck.</p><p>“And what do you want?” he whispered between kisses.</p><p>Isabelle closed her eyes and enjoyed her body’s intense response to his kisses. Pleasure emanated from her neck throughout her body. Wetness dripped from her pussy. Desire enveloped her.</p><p>“I want you to fuck me, Drew. I need it,” Isabelle said. “I’ve needed it from the first time we kissed that night outside the bar. You’ve been on my mind constantly since then. The moment your lips met mine I needed you to fuck me.”</p><p>Drew kissed her and slipped a finger into her pussy. A second quickly joined it and he used his thumb to rub her clit. Isabelle’s legs trembled as she sucked on his tongue and moaned.</p><p>She worked Drew’s belt off, unbuttoned his pants, and quickly pushed them down. Isabelle freed his cock from the confines of his underwear and stroked him as he added a third finger to her pussy.</p><p>“Fuck…Drew…please, fuck me,” she said. The desperation in her voice was unexpected, but Isabelle didn’t have control over her desire. It had transformed into a pure form of need that could only be satiated by Drew plunging his cock into her pussy and bringing to life the fantasies she’d indulged in all week.</p><p>“I’m not wearing a condom,” he said.</p><p>“Just pull out before you cum,” Isabelle replied. She knew it was stupid, but she wasn’t thinking about anything other than her need to have Drew’s cock inside her.</p><p>“Are you sure?” he asked.</p><p>Isabelle pulled him close and Drew removed his fingers from her pussy. She placed the head of his cock against her wetness and he slowly pushed inside her. They kissed as Isabelle wrapped her legs around him and Drew filled her completely.</p><p>“Fuck,” she said. “Drew, fuck me. Fuck my married pussy.”</p><p>Drew groaned like he thoroughly enjoyed the idea of her being married to another man and completely lost in her desperation for him.</p><p>“Does that feel good?” he asked while slowly sliding in and out of her.</p><p>“Yes…fuck yes,” Isabelle said. Each thrust felt better than the last as the intense pleasure continued to build. It was so much more than living out Nathan’s fantasy. It was living out what had clearly become her own fantasy. It was giving in to a side of her that she’d clearly kept hidden. It was cutting loose and embracing the wild pleasures of being with someone else, someone new, someone gifted in ways her husband wasn’t.</p><p>“Fuck me harder,” she said. “Please, fuck me harder.”</p><p>Isabelle wrapped her arms around Drew as he delivered the hard fucking she needed. It was entirely different from being with Nathan, in large part because Drew was so much bigger. He was thicker and longer. She felt fuller and he reached places inside her that her husband hadn’t even gone. Nathan wasn’t small, but Drew was quite large and it felt astoundingly good.</p><p>“Fuck…Drew…I’m close,” Isabelle said as he vigorously fucked her. “Don’t stop…I’m close…I’m so fucking close.”</p><p>Isabelle kissed his neck and reached down to grab his ass as he fucked her on the kitchen table. His powerful thrusts sent explosions of pleasure throughout her body, each bringing her a little closer to what promised to be an incredible climax.</p><p>“Isabelle, I’m close,” Drew said.</p><p>“Keep fucking me,” she demanded.</p><p>Isabelle knew Nathan expected her to use protection. They’d talked about it, but the moment she’d hopped up on Drew’s kitchen table everything but her desire to get fucked rushed out of her mind. Now that Drew was inside her she couldn’t think of anything but her need to cum. Some small part of her brain argued to have him pull out, but Isabelle didn’t listen. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum.</p><p>“Harder, Drew. Fuck me harder. Pound me. Fuck, pound my pussy. Pound my married pussy!” she screamed.</p><p>Isabelle thought of her husband sitting at home. She thought of the notion that she had another man’s cock inside her. She thought of how she was stepping outside the bounds of her marriage and it thrilled her in ways she hadn’t imagined possible.</p><p>“Isabelle…I’m close…I can’t hold out,” Drew said.</p><p>Isabelle grabbed his ass, kissed his neck, and said, “Cum inside me.”</p><p>Moments after the words left her lips an orgasm exploded from her loins. She closed her eyes and held him tight and time seemed to slow as the pleasure spread outwards from the space between her legs that Drew continued to pound.</p><p>“Fuck…Isabelle…fuck!” he cried out.</p><p>Drew buried his cock inside her and they came together. Somehow her pleasure intensified as she thought of him cumming inside her. She couldn’t begin to process why, only that it felt so good that she didn’t regret for a second that she’d told him to do it.</p><p>Isabelle kissed his neck and cheek and her lips found their way to his. They shared a long, slow, deep kiss as he remained inside her. It felt like her pussy was pulsing as it continued to cling to his still-stiff shaft.</p><p>“That was incredible,” she said.</p><p>“It really was,” he replied.</p><p>“We should do it again,” Isabelle added.</p><p>Drew smiled as his hands moved to her ass. He picked Isabelle up with his cock still inside her and they moved towards what she assumed was his bedroom.</p><p>“You meant right now, right?” he asked.</p><p>“I certainly did,” she replied.</p><p>She assumed Nathan would be happy to know that his wife had enjoyed the sex so much that she’d fucked Drew more than once. Isabelle was certainly willing to take the chance that he’d be okay with her getting home late, because she intended on fucking Drew as many times as he could manage.</p>