<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=his%20perfect%20wife">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="96654722" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Erica’s phone buzzed on the dresser and she glanced at it to see yet another text from Marco.</p><p>“Marco?” Dylan asked as he buttoned up his shirt.</p><p>“Yes,” Erica said. “It seems that he regrets his decision to fuck someone else.”</p><p>“I can’t blame him,” Dylan said. “For regretting his decision, I mean. He had no idea how good he had it with you.” He approached, put his hands around Erica’s waist, and kissed her neck. “I know how good I have it, though. I know you’re the most incredible woman in the world. I know I’m lucky to be with you.”</p><p>Erica smiled and attached the clasp to the back of her earrings, putting the finishing touch on the outfit she’d picked out for their big night. “It had to end at some point,” she said. “I’m not even that mad. It’s not like Marco and I were dating, so it wasn’t realistic to expect him to remain faithful forever. I could have done without him fucking another woman from the gym, though. That hurt a little.”</p><p>“Sorry,” Dylan said as he held Erica a little tighter.</p><p>She spun around in his grasp and reached up to caress Dylan’s face before leaning closer and offering a soft kiss.</p><p>“Oops,” Erica said as she pulled back. “I left a little bit of lipstick behind.” She wiped it away with her finger and Dylan glanced down at it as a smile came over his face. “What are you smiling about?”</p><p>“Well, if I’m being honest, I’m thinking about where else that lipstick might end up tonight,” Dylan answered.</p><p>“Oh yeah? Do you like the idea of my lipstick ending up somewhere else tonight?” Erica asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded and she leaned closer again. She tilted her head and parted her lips, but Erica refused to go all the way and kiss him. She teased her husband with the idea of a kiss and the notion of getting to feel her eager tongue in his mouth.</p><p>“Where do you want my lipstick to end up?” Erica whispered. “Do you want to see a ring of it around someone else’s cock?”</p><p>Dylan nodded.</p><p>“Yeah? Do you want to watch your beautiful wife suck someone else’s cock tonight?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan answered as Erica felt his erection press into her stomach.</p><p>Erica reached between Dylan’s legs and wrapped her fingers around his stiffness. She stroked him through his slacks and asked, “Does that mean you’re excited about this little party we’re going to?”</p><p>“Yes,” he answered.</p><p>“And you’re going to follow the rules, right?” Erica asked.</p><p>“I’m only allowed to watch,” Dylan said. “I’m not allowed to play with anyone. If anyone asks, I’m to say that you’re the only one in our marriage that gets to play.”</p><p>“And why is that?” she whispered.</p><p>Dylan moaned as Erica stroked him. He sounded breathless as he said, “Because you need more than I can give you. Because you deserve more.”</p><p>Erica smiled and kissed him again. It was deep and sensual and she knew her lipstick was likely making a bit of a mess. Dylan deserved a reward for being willing to go to a swingers party where he wasn’t going to get to play, so she gave it to him in the form of a little bit of lusty foreplay.</p><p>“How do I look?” Erica asked as she stepped back and struck a pose. She’d picked a short, silver dress that fit her figure like a second skin. The material was smooth and soft and it moved with her body in a way she hoped would make her exceptionally appealing to every man at the party.</p><p>“You look better than you ever have,” Dylan said. “All that working out has really paid off. I swear, you’ll have your pick of the men at this party.”</p><p>“Shall we go, then?” Erica asked.</p><p>“We shall,” Dylan said.</p><p>Erica grabbed a small handbag, Dylan grabbed his wallet and the car keys, and they headed out.</p><p>“You never said how you scored an invite to this party,” Dylan said.</p><p>“It was from a woman at the gym, believe it or not,” Erica explained as they pulled out of the driveway. “Her name is Tracy. I’ve never seen her anywhere but the gym, but we’ve gotten friendly enough over the years to talk from time to time.”</p><p>“And she just walked up and invited you to a sex party?” Dylan asked.</p><p>Erica laughed. “Well, yes. But, it wasn’t random. It turns out Tracy is quite observant and she’d noticed that Marco and I were involved. She also noticed that we ended our involvement. She took a bit of a leap in assuming I wasn’t just cheating on my husband when she invited me to the party, but of course she turned out to be right. We talked a little about it – what went on at the parties, what kind of men I would meet, that sort of stuff – and I happily accepted.”</p><p>“So what goes on at the parties?” Dylan asked.</p><p>“Sex, to put it bluntly,” Erica replied. “The parties tend to be fairly small – ten to twenty guests, usually – and most of the guests are our age, successful, and interested in opening their marriages to ensure that their relationships stay fresh and interesting. Most people think that’s insane, of course, but you and I have discovered that inviting someone else into your marriage can prove quite thrilling, haven’t we?”</p><p>Dylan kept his eyes on the road as Erica leaned over and found his cock. She stroked him through his slacks and had him hard in no time.</p><p>“Does that mean you’re going to have sex with someone else tonight?” Dylan asked.</p><p>“Tracy assured me that there would be men at the party I’d find appealing, but nothing is guaranteed,” Erica answered. “Though I would be a little disappointed if I left without getting fucked.”</p><p>Dylan groaned and Erica couldn’t help but smile. It seemed that he’d come to find her explorations outside their marriage just as pleasurable as she did.</p><p>“Would you be disappointed too?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded.</p><p>“Does that mean you like it when another man satisfies your wife?” Erica asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said.</p><p>His cock felt hard as a rock between her fingers and it delighted Erica to no end. “Well, then I hope for both our sakes that there’s someone at the party tonight that can satisfy me. I’m getting a little pent up, if I’m being honest.”</p><p>“Marco really did give you something that<em> </em>I can’t, didn’t he?” Dylan asked.</p><p>Erica thought of the sex she’d had with Marco. It really had been the kind of sex that Dylan simply couldn’t provide. It was always so vigorous and powerful and Marco had the sort of alpha male energy where it always felt like he was taking Erica’s body and making it his for the time they were together. It was a small thing, but it made all the difference in the sense of pleasure generated by the experience.</p><p>“Marco fucked me better than any man ever has, Dylan,” Erica said. “I knew sex with you wasn’t great, but he opened my eyes to just how lacking the experience was.”</p><p>Erica knew her words were harsh, but she watched her husband’s face as she delivered them and he clearly found it thrilling to be talked to like that. Erica felt a similar kind of desire, one that she’d been flirting with over the past month. She hadn’t quite pinpointed it yet, but she found unexpected pleasure in being a little wilder, naughtier, and harsher with her husband.</p><p>Erica pulled her hand from between his legs and hiked up the bottom of her dress. She moved her panties aside and took Dylan’s hand from the wheel. She placed it between her legs and his fingers moved into her pussy with ease.</p><p>“Do you feel that?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said as he explored the slippery folds of her flesh.</p><p>“I need the kind of sex Marco gave me,” Erica said. She moaned as Dylan’s finger found her clit. “I need to be fucked like that again. I need to feel that again. I need to feel what you can’t give me.”</p><p>Dylan pulled his fingers from between her legs. “Sorry,” he said. “If I keep doing that I’m going to drive us off the road.”</p><p>Erica laughed. “Fair enough. Thankfully, we’re almost there.”</p><p>Just a few minutes later Dylan pulled into the circular driveway of a beautiful colonial-style house. He parked behind a red Mercedes and Erica got out of the car and took a moment to make sure her dress looked good before joining Dylan and heading towards the front door.</p><p>Tracy was there to meet them before Dylan lifted his hand to knock. “Welcome, Erica,” she said. “And I take it this is Dylan?”</p><p>“It is,” Erica said.</p><p>“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dylan.” Tracy said. “Please, come in.”</p><p>They stepped into the house and Tracy led them to a warmly-decorated, well-lit living room where a dozen guests congregated, each with a drink in their hand. Erica smiled at the few men that looked her way and it delighted her that each of them appeared to be judging just how much fun it would be to fuck her.</p><p>“I know it’s your first time,” Tracy said as she stepped behind the elegant bar on the far side of her living room. “So, let’s start with a drink. What can I get you?”</p><p>“A martini would be lovely,” Erica said.</p><p>“A Scotch on the rocks, please,” Dylan added.</p><p>“There aren’t really any rules at my parties,” Tracy said. “Everyone here has been vetted and I can personally vouch that they’ll all behave themselves. You’re free to do as you please with anyone and they’ll all respect your desires so you needn’t worry about being pushed to try something you’re not comfortable with.”</p><p>Erica looked over her shoulder and saw a tall, handsome man in a perfectly-fitted suit smiling at her. He let his eyes wander to her ass before they met her gaze once more and she smiled at him.</p><p>“Of course, I always recommend that you try something you’ve never tried before,” Tracy said. “After all, that’s the whole point of these parties. Routine is nice, but it can also be the death of a marriage if you’re not careful.”</p><p>She poured Erica’s drink into a martini glass and pushed it forward before grabbing an expensive-looking bottle of Scotch and adding two thick ice cubes to a glass for Dylan.</p><p>“I find a man like you quite fascinating, Dylan,” Tracy said. “We don’t get many husbands that like to watch at my parties.”</p><p>“Really?” Dylan said as Tracy poured the Scotch.</p><p>“Yes. I suspect it’s because men like you are quite rare. By which I mean a man that both likes to watch and has the courage to embrace that. I think most men with an inkling of the desires you have tend to be too embarrassed to actually do anything about it. You, on the other hand, seem to have embraced it,” Tracy explained.</p><p>“I think Erica deserves the credit for that,” Dylan said. “It would be fair to say that she showed me the way to enjoyment and that this could be more than me simply being okay with my wife having sex with other men. I didn’t think it would be, but it’s become a source of incredible satisfaction for me.”</p><p>“I’m a lucky woman,” Erica said.</p><p>Tracy smiled and poured a drink for herself. “Luckier than you might imagine.” She raised her glass and Erica and Dylan followed. “To an evening of pleasure.”</p><p>“To an evening of pleasure,” Erica and Dylan said in unison. They all drank and Erica marveled at the quality of the martini. Tracy was clearly a woman with experience hosting.</p><p>“Tonight is about enjoying yourselves,” Tracy said. “Keep that in mind and you can’t go wrong. If you need anything else, I’ll be around, though I may very well be occupied.”</p><p>Tracy walked out from behind the bar and Erica turned to Dylan. “So, now that we’re here, how are you feeling?” she asked.</p><p>“I feel like every man in here wants to fuck you,” Dylan said.</p><p>Erica looked around the room and noticed quite a few lusty looks directed her way. “That’s probably what happens when you’re the new girl. The allure of fucking someone new is quite powerful, isn’t it?”</p><p>“Especially when that someone is as beautiful as you are,” Dylan replied.</p><p>Erica smiled as a tall, dark-haired man with the most charming smile she’d ever seen broke away from the small crowd he was chatting with and headed her way.</p><p>“Hi,” he said. “I’m Bennett.”</p><p>“Bennett, it’s nice to meet you,” Erica replied. “I’m Erica and this is my husband Dylan.”</p><p>Bennett shook Dylan’s hand and seemingly took a moment to size him up before turning back to Erica. He took her hand in his, lifted it to his lips, and offered a soft kiss. “You’re exquisitely beautiful, Erica,” he said. “I understand this is your first time at one of Tracy’s parties.”</p><p>“It is,” Erica replied. “My husband and I recently opened up our marriage and I’m looking to explore beyond the first man I played with. When Tracy invited me I couldn’t pass up the chance to see what it’s like to explore at one of these parties.”</p><p>“And what sort of man are you looking for?” Bennett asked.</p><p>There was something about him Erica found irresistible. She wasn’t sure if it was his charming smile, his good looks, or the general air of confidence he emanated, but she couldn’t help but want him to take her to the one of the bedrooms.</p><p>“I like a confident, strong alpha male,” she said. “One that can offer the kind of powerful, passionate sex that my husband can’t give me.”</p><p>Bennett glanced at Dylan and smiled. “Ah, so your husband doesn’t play?”</p><p>“No,” Erica said. “I’m afraid he would only disappoint the woman that ended up with his cock inside her.”</p><p>It was a subtle thing, but a look came over Bennett’s face as Erica openly denigrated her husband’s sexual capabilities. It seemed that she’d triggered the part of him that wanted to prove he was superior to Dylan.</p><p>“My husband does like to watch, though,” Erica said. “You’d have to be okay with that if you wanted to play with me.”</p><p>“I’ve never done that before, and you know what Tracy says. These parties are best when you’re trying new things,” Bennett replied.</p><p>“Would you care to take me to a more private area?” Erica asked.</p><p>Bennett took her hand and Erica threw back the rest of her martini before letting him lead her out of the living area, up the stairs, and into a lovely bedroom. Dylan followed right behind and shut the door after entering.</p><p>Bennett pulled Erica close and they kissed. He was assertive and his hands moved down the back of her dress and grasped her ass as his tongue entered her mouth. His grip felt even stronger than Marco’s had ever been and his kisses were more insistent. It felt a little like he had difficulty controlling his desire once it had been triggered. The experience was different enough from being with Marco that it made Erica a little nervous, though her nerves were quickly overwhelmed by a sense of excitement.</p><p>Bennett’s strong hands found Erica’s waist and he spun her around until she was facing Dylan. He unzipped her dress and kissed her neck while swiftly pulling the straps from her shoulders and pushing the dress to the floor. His hands moved into her bra and he roughly played with her breasts as Erica moaned. She couldn’t help but get swept up in Bennett’s desire, which had gone from zero to sixty in no time.</p><p>“Eat her pussy,” Bennett demanded.</p><p>Dylan looked at Erica and she hastily pulled down her panties and widened her stance, silently telling him to do as Bennett desired. For a moment Dylan hesitated, but he too seemed caught up in the wild lust of the situation and fell to his knees. His lips found their way to Erica’s pussy a moment later and she moaned.</p><p>Bennett grabbed one of her arms and pulled Erica’s hand back and between his legs. She found his cock and stroked it. He moaned. Her fingers found his zipper and she pulled it down and reached inside to free his cock.</p><p>“That’s it,” Bennett said. “Show me what you want.”</p><p>Erica let herself get swept up in Bennett’s desire. She let his seeming need to control the situation feed into her lust. She stroked his cock to show him what she wanted. She stroked him until he was stiff in her hand. She slapped the head against her ass and felt a few drops of precum land on her skin.</p><p>Bennett’s hand moved into Erica’s hair and he gathered it and pulled hard enough for it to hurt just a little. He was considerably rougher than Marco had ever been, and yet she couldn’t help but find it thrilling. She felt safe to follow her desire, in part because Dylan was there and in part because she trusted that Tracy had vetted her guests.</p><p>“Are you wet?” Bennett asked as he pulled a little harder on her hair.</p><p>“I’m soaked,” Erica said.</p><p>“Does that mean you want me to fuck you?” he asked. “Do you want to feel my cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck you while your husband watches?”</p><p>“Yes,” Erica said. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me while he watches.” She could hear the desperation in her voice. It was driven by the intensity of her desire, which had reached a fever pitch in a remarkably short span of time.</p><p>With one hand on her waist and one hand in her hair, Bennett spun Erica around and bent her over the bed. She put her hands out in front of her and her face pressed into the soft comforter as Bennett rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips.</p><p>“Please, give me your cock,” she said. “Fuck me. Take me.” Her desperation had deepened, and knowing that Dylan was still on his knees and watching only made it hotter.</p><p>Bennett plunged his cock into her pussy. He filled her with ease and immediately started thrusting. He fucked her hard and fast with one hand in her hair and the other pressed down on her lower back.</p><p>“Oh…fuck…Bennett, fuck me, fuck me hard,” Erica said. It was the first time in her life she’d been fucked with such authority. Marco had taken her from behind before, but not with such aggressiveness. He’d never been the dominant type and Bennett clearly was. It was something new and it proved to be overwhelming in a very good way.</p><p>Erica slipped a hand under her body and between her legs as Bennett continued his relentless assault on her pussy. She rubbed her clit vigorously and almost immediately pleasure filled her body. Her fingers and toes tingled in the most pleasing way imaginable and she moaned loudly enough that the other guests must have heard.</p><p>“Fuck me harder,” Erica said. “Show my husband how I need to be fucked. Show him how I need to be taken. Give me what he can’t!”</p><p>Bennett somehow delivered. He pressed harder on Erica’s lower back, pulled on her hair for leverage, and fucked her with such force she thought the bed might break.</p><p>“Oh…fuck…I’m cumming, Bennett, I’m cumming!” Erica cried out not long after. Her legs kicked up in the air and her body twitched with a pleasure so intense it made her see stars. Bennett pushed his cock inside her and held it there as Erica moaned beneath him.</p><p>“Oh my God,” she said as the orgasm worked its way out of her body. “That was unbelievable. Holy shit.” Bennett pulled out and Erica rolled onto her back and smiled at him. “I’m yours. Fuck me however you want.”</p><p>“Actually,” Bennett said, “how would you feel about finishing me with your mouth?”</p><p>Erica slid off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. She took Bennett’s cock into her mouth and went to work without hesitation.</p><p>“Get closer, Dylan,” Bennett said.</p><p>Erica saw her husband crawl closer. She reached out and took his hand in hers. She placed it between her legs and he gently played with her pussy, causing her to moan around the thick cock stretching her lips.</p><p>“Did you enjoy watching your wife cum?” Bennett asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Is that why your dick is hard?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan answered as he pushed a finger into Erica’s wet pussy.</p><p>Erica pulled her lips off of Bennett’s cock and stroked him. The sound of her fingers moving up and down his slick shaft filled the room as she turned to her husband. “Kiss me,” Erica demanded. “Kiss me now.”</p><p>Dylan leaned closer and they shared a sloppy kiss. Bennett moaned and it delighted Erica that he found the sight of them kissing arousing.</p><p>“You love this, don’t you?” Erica asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan admitted in a quiet voice.</p><p>She turned to Bennett once more and wrapped her lips around his cock. She sucked with all the vigor she could manage and looked up to see him close his eyes and unleash a loud, lusty moan that made it perfectly clear just how much he was enjoying her mouth.</p><p>“Does she suck your dick, Dylan?” Bennett asked.</p><p>“Not often,” Dylan replied.</p><p>Bennett smiled. It seemed to bring him pleasure that Dylan didn’t get to enjoy Erica’s mouth all that often. “I’m close,” he announced. “Fuck, I’m close.”</p><p>Erica sucked hard and a moment later Bennett’s cock head expanded in her mouth and sprayed a massive load of cum onto her tongue. She sealed her lips around the tip and caught everything he had to offer as she looked up at him. Bennett looked down and smiled and there was something about the confidence in his eyes and on his face that she found hugely arousing.</p><p>“Do you want her to swallow for me?” Bennett asked.</p><p>“Yes, I do,” Dylan said.</p><p>Bennett pulled his cock from her mouth and Erica swallowed his cum. “Mmmm, yummy,” she said. Dylan moaned immediately. “That was lovely, Bennett. Thank you for all of that.”</p><p>“No, thank you,” Bennett replied.</p><p>“I hope to see you again,” Erica said. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to spend a little alone time with my husband.”</p><p>“Of course,” Bennett said as he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up, and left the room.</p><p>Erica turned to Dylan, smiled, and asked, “Did you see his cock?”</p><p>Dylan nodded. “You left your lipstick on it.”</p><p>“Just like you wanted me to,” she said.</p><p>Dylan nodded again and Erica moved closer. She reached out and unzipped her husband’s pants. She found his cock and pulled it free. She caressed him slowly and he groaned. Erica leaned forward and kissed his neck. She let her tongue dance over his flesh and he groaned again.</p><p>Dylan leaned back and reached up. He ran his hand through Erica’s hair and over her face. His lips moved closer to hers. He tilted his head.</p><p>“Are you sure?” Erica whispered.</p><p>Dylan answered by kissing her. Erica parted her lips. She welcomed her husband’s tongue into her mouth. She moaned as his fingers found their way into her pussy once more. He played with her clit as she stroked his cock. It felt dirty in the most wonderful way imaginable to kiss him after having Bennett in her mouth.</p><p>“I want you to fuck me,” Erica said. She got up and in the bed. She spread her legs and Dylan stood and stripped. He climbed on top of her and was inside her a moment later. “Fuck me,” she said.</p><p>Dylan fucked her with wild abandon. He clearly couldn’t control the desire that had built inside him as he’d watched Bennett fuck her. Erica wrapped her legs around Dylan and let him enjoy the warmth and wetness of her pussy. She let him take what he needed.</p><p>They kissed and she sucked on his tongue a little. She kissed his check and neck and quietly moaned into his ear. Then, she whispered, “You’re nowhere near as good as he was.”</p><p>Dylan climaxed immediately. He buried his cock inside her and a series of wild, out of control grunts and groans escaped his lips. He was having the same kind of orgasm Erica had experienced, and Bennett was, in a way, responsible for both.</p><p>“Was that good?” Erica asked as Dylan collapsed on top of her.</p><p>“Good doesn’t begin to describe it,” he answered.</p><p>Erica smiled, kissed his cheek, and wrapped her arms and legs around her husband. The party had been a success and they hadn’t even been there an hour. Though she’d climaxed, Erica wanted more. There were so many other men to meet, after all.</p>