<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="94532006" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“You’re doing an awful lot of staring,” Erica said as she looked over her shoulder to see Dylan’s gaze fixed on her. She smiled before turning back to lift the bottom of the pancake to see if it was ready to be flipped.</p><p>“I can’t help it,” Dylan said. “It’s not often that my wife cooks breakfast in her panties.”</p><p>Erica had on a cropped, tight white t-shirt and she’d gone braless, making it all the more alluring for her husband, all of which was on purpose.</p><p>“It’s not often we’re alone on a Saturday morning,” Erica replied. Their son and daughter had spent the night at her parent’s house and they’d be there all day, giving them plenty of time alone.</p><p>“I suppose I’m lucky that you’ve decided to spend your time with me,” Dylan remarked.</p><p>Erica flipped the pancake and smiled at how perfectly browned it was. The butter had left a crispy ring around the edge that was bound to taste spectacularly good.</p><p>“You deserve a little alone time with your wife,” she said. “You deserve to see her cooking pancakes in her panties, too.”</p><p>Erica spun around and approached Dylan. He stared at her breasts, no doubt admiring the way her nipples poked through the thin cotton. She gestured for Dylan to push his chair back. When he did, Erica straddled him.</p><p>“Am I still a good wife, Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“Even though I’ve been having sex with another man?” she asked. Erica didn’t give him a chance to answer, though. Instead, she kissed her husband. She tasted the coffee on his tongue as hers pushed into his mouth. His hands moved to her ass and he squeezed the flesh through her black lace panties. His fingers moved up her back and around front. He played with her breasts in the t-shirt. Erica moaned for him throughout. She let her husband enjoy her flesh as she moved in his lap, grinding into his crotch to bring his cock to life.</p><p>“You’re still a good wife,” Dylan said. “You know you are. You know all of this turns me on. I wouldn’t have agreed to it otherwise.”</p><p>Erica stood, spun around, and sat in Dylan’s lap. She moved her hips like she was a stripper giving a lap dance. His hands found their way into her t-shirt and he played with her breasts. Erica moaned for him and Dylan kissed her neck. She felt his cock pressing into her ass. He was excited. He was exactly as she wanted him to be.</p><p>“Put your hand in my panties,” Erica said.</p><p>Dylan did as he was told. He pushed his fingers under the waistband of her panties and between her labia. He found the wetness between them. He felt her desire just as she felt his. She turned her head and they kissed.</p><p>“I want you,” Dylan whispered.</p><p>Erica smiled. “I know.” She stood up and saw a hopeful look in Dylan’s eyes. “But you can’t have me.” The hopeful look disappeared, but it wasn’t a sense of disappointment that replaced it. It seemed that his desire had deepened.</p><p>Erica walked back to the stove, slipped the spatula under the pancake, and laid it on Dylan’s plate. She sprinkled a bit of powdered sugar over it, poured another pancake and watched bubbles slowly rise to the surface of the batter.</p><p>“Why can’t I have you?” Dylan asked as he walked towards the stove.</p><p>Erica looked over her shoulder to see a look of lust in her husband’s eyes and an obvious erection making a tent in his pants. Dylan put his arms around her and pressed his crotch into her ass. Erica pushed back and smiled as he moaned.</p><p>“Because I need more than you can give me,” she said.</p><p>Dylan’s hand moved under her t-shirt. His fingers slowly traced over her skin as he moved towards her breasts. His hand encircled her flesh and he found her nipple and gently rolled it between his fingers. Dylan kissed her neck and Erica closed her eyes and rewarded his lust with a genuine moan.</p><p>“What if I still want you?” Dylan asked. “What if I still want to fuck my wife?”</p><p>“You don’t deserve to fuck me,” Erica said. Dylan moaned. Every word she uttered seemed to thrill him. His interest in that sort of talk had increased markedly since the bike ride with Marco and Erica was more than happy to go along with it. Dylan deserved pleasure, after all, and given his eagerness to touch her in all the right ways, she was always turned on when they played.</p><p>Erica flipped the pancake and spun around in her husband’s arms. She reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock. They kissed as she stroked him. She was tempted to hop on the counter, spread her legs, and invite him inside her. It wouldn’t be as good as sex with Marco, but it would still be fun to see him cum.</p><p>“Marco and I are going for a trail run this afternoon,” Erica said. “Do you want to come with us?”</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said.</p><p>Erica kissed him. Dylan moaned into her mouth as she played with the head of his cock. “Good,” she said. “I’d like an orgasm. Do you think you can make me cum before the pancake is finished cooking?”</p><p>Dylan dropped to his knees and pulled her panties aside. He went to work without saying a word. Erica moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair. He was definitely going to make her cum before the pancake was done.</p><p>“How’s he doing?” Marco asked.</p><p>Erica looked back at Dylan and smiled as she watched her husband struggle to summit one of the few steep portions of the trail they’d picked for their run. “He’s trying,” she said. “And he’s not giving up.”</p><p>“He certainly isn’t,” Marco said.</p><p>He stepped closer and Erica reached out and ran her fingers over his sweaty, irresistibly muscular arm.</p><p>“Why don’t we provide him with a little extra motivation?” Erica said as she glanced at Dylan. He’d slowed down a little on his quest to reach them.</p><p>“What did you have in mind?” Marco asked.</p><p>Erica kissed him and Marco’s hands moved to her lower back and down to her ass. She’d worn a new pair of leggings in the hopes that his hands would end up on her ass at some point. The fact that Dylan was watching was a little bonus.</p><p>“Sometimes I can’t believe how desperately my body craves you,” she said. Marco squeezed her ass a little harder and Erica smiled and kissed him again. She opened her mouth and the kiss deepened. His tongue felt as eager as the erection that she felt pressing into her stomach.</p><p>The sound of Dylan’s heavy breathing indicated his arrival and Erica turned towards her husband. Her body remained pressed against Marco’s and his hands remained on her ass, which is exactly where she wanted them.</p><p>“You made it,” she said with a smile. “You didn’t stop. I’m proud of you.”</p><p>Dylan put his hands on his knees and bent over as his chest heaved. “Thank you,” he said.</p><p>“I feel like you deserve a reward,” she said.</p><p>Dylan looked up and Erica smiled and turned to Marco. She kissed him again. This time, she infused it with passion. It was so much more than a kiss. It was an expression of her wild desire for the man that held her in his arms. It was Erica declaring her need for Marco while her husband watched.</p><p>Their lips remained close as the kiss ended. “I want you,” Erica whispered. “My body, it craves you. It needs you. I need you. I need you in a way I’ve never needed another man.”</p><p>Marco kissed her as one of his hands moved between her legs. His fingers honed in on her pussy and he managed to massage her clit through her leggings. Erica couldn’t help but moan into her lover’s mouth, both because it felt so good and because she knew Dylan was watching from just a few feet away as Marco did as he pleased with her.</p><p>“I have to have you,” he said. “Right now. I can’t wait.”</p><p>Erica smiled. Dylan’s desire had aroused her that morning, but it was nothing compared to Marco’s desire, for hers matched his. Unlike with Dylan, she desperately wanted Marco inside her. She craved it.</p><p>“What do you think?” Erica asked as she looked at her husband.</p><p>Dylan looked to his left and said, “I think you deserve whatever you want.”</p><p>“Follow me,” Erica said. She spun from Marco’s grasp and walked off the trail and towards a thicket of trees that would offer the privacy she wanted. Once they were hidden from the path, Erica turned to her husband and asked, “What do you want?”</p><p>Dylan looked at her, glanced at Marco for a moment, and said, “I want to watch Marco fuck you.”</p><p>She reached out and untied Marco’s shorts. She pushed them down along with his underwear and his big cock popped free. Erica wrapped her fingers around it and stroked him as she turned her gaze to Dylan once more.</p><p>“Are you sure?” she asked. His eyes were fixed on her fingers. He watched her stroke Marco’s cock with an entranced look on his face.</p><p>“Yes,” he said.</p><p>“Why, Dylan? Why do you want to watch him fuck me?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan tore his gaze from the teasing handjob she was giving and looked into her eyes as he said, “Because it turns me on to see you have the kind of sex you crave. It turns me on to see you get fucked the way you deserve to be fucked. It turns me on because you love it, because you want it, because you need it.”</p><p>“And why do I need another man to provide me with the sex I crave?” Erica asked. She looked between her husband’s legs to see that his cock had come to life.</p><p>“Because I can’t provide it,” Dylan said. “I’m not good enough.”</p><p>Erica turned to Marco and kissed him as she played with his cock. Lust emanated from between her legs.</p><p>“Dylan, take my leggings down,” she said.</p><p>Dylan rushed forward and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. He pushed them down and Erica felt cool air against her sweaty skin. Dylan’s fingers moved over her ass as she kissed Marco. She moaned into her lover’s mouth as her husband indulged in his need to touch her.</p><p>Erica smiled at Marco as a naughty idea popped into her head. “Dylan,” she said while staring into her lover’s eyes, “I want to feel your lips against my ass. Kiss it for me. Get on your knees and kiss my ass.”</p><p>Dylan fell to his knees without hesitation. He pressed his lips against the damp skin of her ass and Erica rewarded him with a moan. She felt the same kind of power she’d experienced during the sexual interlude they’d enjoyed during their bike ride. She had a stiff, beautiful cock belonging to a gorgeous man in her hand and a husband on his knees who was seemingly willing to do anything to please her.</p><p>“Dylan, worship my ass,” Erica said.</p><p>Dylan spread her ass cheeks and pressed his face between them. A moment later she felt his tongue dancing over her asshole. Erica moaned and pulled Marco’s lips to hers. She couldn’t help but suck on his tongue as the pleasure of having her asshole licked mixed with the surge of power she felt. Two different kinds of desire emanated from the men Erica stood between and she soaked up every bit of it.</p><p>“Fuck, Dylan, that feels so good,” Erica said. She held onto Marco as her legs trembled at the sheer naughtiness of it all.</p><p>When she couldn’t stand it any longer Erica gently stepped away from her husband, leaned against one of the trees, and looked at Marco. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me while he watches.”</p><p>Marco moved behind her, rubbed the head of his cock over Erica’s pussy lips, and slid inside her. She looked down at Dylan and saw the sweat from her ass all over his face. She smiled and reached out for him. He crawled closer. Erica grabbed a handful of his hair and held it tight as Marco fucked her from behind. The sense of power returned, surging through her body as Marco took her harder and faster.</p><p>Dylan reached down to play with his cock and Erica said, “Don’t touch yourself. I’ll be the one to make you cum.”</p><p>Dylan looked a little disappointed but he let his hand fall to his side. Erica unleashed a moan loud enough to draw the attention of anyone that happened to be walking by. She didn’t care, though. She was lost in the pleasure rushing through her body.</p><p>“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder. Show my husband why I prefer your cock.”</p><p>Marco fucked her harder. The sound of his pelvis slamming into her ass filled the air.</p><p>“Use your fingers, Dylan,” Erica said. “On my clit. Use your fingers on my clit. Help me cum while he fucks me.”</p><p>Dylan crawled closer as Erica maintained her grip on his hair. The leaves crunched under his knees. He reached up to caress her inner thigh but he seemed hesitant to actually play with her clit.</p><p>“Do it,” she demanded.</p><p>Dylan’s fingers slowly moved through her pubic hair and found their way to her clit and he rubbed his fingertip in slow circles.</p><p>“That’s it,” she said. “That feels so good. That feels so fucking good.”</p><p>Marco’s fingers dug into her hips. He fucked her faster. His breathing was a little heavier. He was getting close.</p><p>Erica looked down at Dylan. He was mesmerized as he watched Marco fuck her. His cock was hard in his workout shorts. His mouth hung open as he stared. Overcome with wild lust, Erica released Dylan’s hair and shoved two fingers into his mouth. “Suck them,” she demanded.</p><p>Dylan closed his lips around them and sucked as ordered. Erica moved her fingers in and out of his mouth as she watched. Wild, aggressive energy moved through her body. Her husband’s willingness to do as she desired and the power of Marco’s thrusts left her right on the brink of a massive climax. Her legs shook. She closed her eyes. A low, guttural scream escaped her lips as she climaxed.</p><p>“Fuuuck!” she cried out.</p><p>Marco put a hand on her shoulder and an arm around her waist. He leaned forward and groaned as he unleashed his load inside her. His legs shook as he came. He kissed her upper back and shoulders and for a few moments Erica saw stars.</p><p>“Holy shit,” she said.</p><p>“I know,” Marco replied as he pulled out.</p><p>Erica pulled her fingers from Dylan’s mouth and said, “Stand up.” He stood as ordered and she moved behind her husband, untied his shorts, and pushed them to the ground. She pulled his body close to hers, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and stroked him.</p><p>Dylan moaned and Erica kissed his neck and sucked hard on his flesh. She stroked with one hand and her other moved over his chest, up his neck, and to his lips. “Open up,” she said. Dylan opened his mouth and Erica pushed her fingers inside once more. It was, in a way, an inversion of the sex she’d had with Marco. Erica was taking her husband from behind in an entirely different way, though the end result was almost certainly going to be the same. Dylan was going to have a great orgasm. She could already feel his body trembling. He moaned loudly around her fingers as he sucked on them.</p><p>“Cum for me,” Erica demanded. “Cum while you suck on my fingers.”</p><p>Erica pushed her fingers deep into his mouth as she embraced the sense of power and control that enveloped her body. She began to thrust against Dylan as if she was fucking him. He groaned and pushed his ass against her hips with each thrust. He surrendered to her and soon it brought about an orgasm that certainly would have included a great deal of screaming were her fingers not in his mouth.</p><p>Erica released her grip on his cock and pulled her fingers from her husband’s mouth. He put his hands on his knees and his chest heaved, this time from the exertion of cumming so hard.</p><p>“Thank you,” he said.</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” Erica said as she pulled her leggings up.</p><p>“That was incredible,” Marco added. She looked at him and smiled. He seemed impressed with the display he’d just witnessed, a fact that delighted Erica.</p><p>“I guess we should get home,” she said. “We’ll take it easy, though. A light jog.”</p><p>Dylan bent over to pull his shorts up and said, “I’d like that.”</p><p>With a smile on her face Erica led the way back to the path. She was still buzzing from the experience, but this time it was the connection with Dylan that kept running through her mind. Over and over she replayed holding him from behind and stroking his cock as she finger fucked his mouth. Even though she’d just climaxed the imagery brought with it a renewed sense of arousal. She resolved to play with Dylan again before the day was over.</p>