<p>On a New Year’s vacation to New York City, innocent, inexperienced Midwestern wife Olivia discovers that some men are blessed with far more between their legs than her husband Carter. Join this loving married couple on an erotic cuckolding journey as they explore their newfound sexual desires together and reach heights of pleasure they never imagined possible. <a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=size%20matters">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="28327057" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>"Fuck me!” the girl in the video playing on Carter’s laptop cried out. She was on her hands and knees and her boyfriend was filming in POV as he pounded her from behind.</p><p>The laptop was between Carter and Olivia as they masturbated together. Three weeks had passed since he’d walked in on his wife fucking a big dildo and since then they’d eagerly explored ways to have fun with their mutual desire to have the long, thick, lifelike toy inside Olivia.</p><p>Carter occasionally looked at the action happening on screen, but it was the action happening between his wife’s legs that really turned him on. He loved watching Olivia fuck herself with the big toy. His favorite thing was the way her pussy lips seemed to cling to the dildo as she pulled it out.</p><p>“Do you like what you see?” Olivia asked as she looked up at Carter. She continued to plunge the toy deep into her pussy while holding her husband’s gaze.</p><p>“I love it,” he said. “I fucking love it.”</p><p>Carter loved more than the way Olivia fucked herself with the dildo. He loved that she’d grown a little bolder over the past two weeks. He loved that she was so eagerly embracing what made her feel good. He loved that it seemed like Olivia had a wild side that was just waiting to be unleashed.</p><p>“Do you want a better view?” Olivia asked.</p><p>“Heck yeah,” Carter answered enthusiastically. “How do we do that?”</p><p>Olivia pulled the toy out of her pussy and closed the laptop before gently setting it on the floor. She returned to the bed and got on her knees next to Carter. “Get on your back,” she said.</p><p>Carter slid from a sitting position until he was on his back, as Olivia had suggested. He turned his head and was greeted with a close up view of her pussy as she waited on her knees next to him. He looked up and enjoyed the sight of his wife’s flat stomach, perky breasts, and long hair as she stared down at him.</p><p>Olivia placed the long, thick dildo underneath her and straddled it. She rubbed it along her pussy lips and Carter watched as they opened to eagerly accept the thick head of the silicon sex toy that looked almost exactly like a real cock.</p><p>“How does it look?” Olivia asked in a low, lusty voice as her pussy slowly sank down onto the dildo.</p><p>“It’s incredible,” Carter said. He’d never watched from this vantage point before and it was breathtaking.</p><p>Olivia moaned as her pussy fully swallowed the toy and Carter marveled at how beautiful it looked to see his wife take every inch inside her.</p><p>“Does he feel good inside you?” he asked.</p><p>They’d both taken to referring to the dildo as “he” when they played like this.</p><p>“He’s so big. He feels so good inside me,” Olivia answered.</p><p>“Is he stretching your tight little pussy?” Carter asked as his cock throbbed with delight.</p><p>Olivia’s eyes opened and she looked down at her husband and smiled. “Yes, he’s stretching my tight little pussy so good,” she said between sensual moans.</p><p>They’d gotten more comfortable with dirty talk over the past three weeks, pushing it a little further each time they played like this. Carter was continually thrilled at his wife’s eagerness to fuck her thick toy and share with him just how much she loved having it inside her. </p><p>As he stroked his cock Carter fought with a desire to push it further. He didn’t understand why, but he wanted to hear Olivia say that the dildo felt better inside her than his cock ever had. For the past week he thought about it every time they played with the toy or had sex. Every time he got right to the brink of saying it and then stopped himself.</p><p>It turned him on and scared him at the same time. What if Olivia thought he was a freak for wanting to hear that? What if it changed the way she thought about him? What if it turned her off? He knew she was enjoying the changes to their sex life as much as he was, but he still worried that saying the wrong thing could bring it all to a sudden halt.</p><p>Still, his desire had grown to an almost overpowering state. It was a little stronger every time they played. As he laid in bed and watched his wife ride the thick dildo in close up it felt more arousing than ever. He couldn’t stop himself.</p><p>“Does his cock feel better than mine?” Carter asked in a lusty tone.</p><p>For a moment it felt like everything came to a standstill in their bedroom. Merely putting the idea out there left Carter feeling a mixture of powerful arousal and crippling fear. He stared up at Olivia, desperately trying to gauge her reaction as each agonizing second slipped by.</p><p>Carter’s fear slipped away as he watched Olivia smile. Her hands moved over her taut stomach to her breasts. She played with them eagerly like the girls they’d seen on PornHub. “Yes, he feels better than you,” Olivia said. “Much better.”</p><p>Carter watched her pussy sink down onto the thick dildo once more and climaxed. He couldn’t stop it. Her words overpowered him. He cried out in pleasure as thick ropes of cum sprayed onto his stomach. It was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had.</p><p>“Holy shit,” he said in the aftermath of his climax.</p><p>Carter looked up to see Olivia beaming at him. There was genuine joy in her eyes. “That was fun,” she said.</p><p>Carter smiled. There was no judgment from her. There was only happiness. He felt a great sense of relief wash over him. Love and warmth emanated from him. In that moment he felt as if he would do anything for his wife.</p><p>Realizing she hadn’t climaxed, Carter said, “Let me make you cum.”</p><p>He released his softening cock and moved to pull the dildo out of Olivia’s wet pussy. Wordlessly Carter maneuvered his wife until she was straddling his face.</p><p>Her hand instinctively reached out and grasped his head as Olivia lowered her pussy onto Carter’s mouth. She moaned as his tongue flicked back and forth over her clit.</p><p>“Oh, wow,” Olivia said through a delightfully lusty moan. “That feels so good. You’re going to make me cum.”</p><p>Olivia moved her pussy over Carter’s mouth in a slow, steady rhythm. He loved being underneath as she rode his mouth to a climax. He loved the way she gripped his hair so tightly. He loved that she was using his tongue for her pleasure.</p><p>Olivia threw her head back, cried out, and had a long, beautiful orgasm as she rode Carter’s mouth. He felt her thighs trembling on either side of his head and looked up to see her face contorted in pleasure. He felt proud at helping her achieve what seemed like a hugely pleasurable climax.</p><p>Carter savored the wetness on his face after Olivia climbed off of him and collapsed into bed. He liked having evidence of his wife’s pleasure all over him.</p><p>“That was incredible,” Olivia said between heavy breaths.</p><p>“It really was,” Carter agreed. </p><p><br></p><p>It had been a long week at work and Carter was nursing a beer and channel surfing as he sat in front of the TV. He was determined to sink into a little bit of relaxation for the night before spending his Saturday morning shoveling the snow that was supposed to fall overnight.</p><p>It was Olivia’s voice that pulled him out of his trance-like state. Carter turned to see his wife in a soft pink baby doll with delicate lace trim and a pair of matching panties.</p><p>“I know it was a long week,” Olivia said in a sweet voice, “but do you think I could get a little of your time and energy?”</p><p>Carter’s desire for rest disappeared as he hopped off the couch, left his beer on a coaster, and rushed towards his wife. She giggled and scampered to the bedroom with him right behind.</p><p>They kissed eagerly as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. He couldn’t get naked fast enough. Though he and Olivia played most days, it had been almost two weeks since they’d had sex. Carter yearned to feel his wife’s pussy again.</p><p>“Look how hard you are for me,” Olivia said as she wrapped her fingers around Carter’s erection.</p><p>“It’s been a while,” Carter said.</p><p>Olivia pulled his lips to hers for a long, eager kiss as she continued to stroke Carter’s cock. He moaned into her mouth as her fingers offered intense pleasure.</p><p>They moved to the bed and Olivia pulled off her panties before moving to her back and spreading her legs. Carter climbed on top of his wife and she reached between his legs and guided his cock inside her.</p><p>He pushed eagerly into Olivia, moaning as her wetness enveloped him. It was a moment of perfect sexual bliss and he closed his eyes and enjoyed those first few thrusts as her pussy opened to his eagerness.</p><p>“You feel so good,” Carter said before kissing his wife.</p><p>Olivia’s tongue pushed into his mouth as her legs wrapped around him. Her hands moved over his back and grasped his ass, pulling him into her.</p><p>“Fuck me,” Olivia said. “Fuck me, Carter.”</p><p>He did as his wife requested. He fucked her wet pussy hard. He felt his loins come alive with pleasure as the softness of her lingerie brushed against his chest. Olivia’s gentle perfume filled his nose, completing a symphony of sensations that left Carter in a place of intense pleasure.</p><p>He knew he wasn’t going to last long, so Carter took a moment to check in on his wife. They’d been together long enough that he could usually tell how close she was from the way her body responded to her thrusts and the look in her eyes and on her face.</p><p>He was distressed to find that none of the usual signs of her impending orgasm were there. Usually she didn’t take long to climax when they had sex, but today seemed different. Olivia seemed to be enjoying herself, but Carter knew it wasn’t as good as it could have been for her.</p><p>“Is everything okay?” Carter asked as he slowed his thrusts.</p><p>“Of course,” Olivia said as she smiled.</p><p>Carter knew that smile. He knew it was the patronizing smile of a woman that didn’t want to cause trouble. He’d seen it before from Olivia. For a moment, he was crushed. This was something she wanted. She’d put on her lingerie and lured him into the bedroom and he wasn’t delivering what she needed. He stopped thrusting altogether.</p><p>“Something’s different, isn’t it?” Carter asked.</p><p>He saw a look of genuine anguish pass over Olivia’s face. “I’m sorry,” she said as a tear slipped from the edge of her eye.</p><p>“Is it…me?” Carter asked hesitantly. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.</p><p>“I don’t know,” Olivia said. “I really don’t know.”</p><p>It struck Carter as impossibly strange to be having this conversation while he was still inside his wife. It seemed like pulling out might cause more problems though, so he stayed on top of Olivia with his still-erect cock inside of her.</p><p>“It feels good,” she continued. “It really does, I swear. It always has. It just doesn’t…” she trailed off, as if she couldn’t stand to give voice to the truth.</p><p>She didn’t have to say it though. Carter knew what she meant. He knew that his cock didn’t feel as good as her dildo. He knew that his wife had gotten used to having a much larger cock inside her, even if that cock wasn’t attached to a man.</p><p>To his surprise, desire surged through Carter’s body as the realization set in. He couldn’t comprehend it. Why would Olivia’s dissatisfaction with his cock turn him on?</p><p>“It just doesn’t feel as good as his cock, does it?” Carter said, finishing Olivia’s incomplete thought.</p><p>The look she gave him was almost too much to bear. He was certain she felt pity for him, which made sense. He had no control over the size of his cock. It wasn’t his fault that she no longer found it as pleasurable as she used to.</p><p>Though his arousal troubled him, Carter decided that the only choice was to go with it and see if Olivia would follow him.</p><p>Keeping his cock inside her, Carter deftly rolled onto his back. Olivia looked surprised at the swift position switch.</p><p>Holding his wife’s gaze, Carter reached between her legs and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Olivia moaned at the skillful way he pleasured her.</p><p>“Do you wish his big cock was inside you?” Carter asked as he continued to rub her clit.</p><p>Olivia groaned and gently moved her hips back and forth on Carter’s cock. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Yes.”</p><p>“Do you need his big cock inside you?” he asked.</p><p>Again Olivia groaned. Her hips moved faster as Carter savored the feeling of her wet pussy around his cock. She said nothing though.</p><p>“Say it,” Carter said in a low, lusty voice laced with just a hint of desperation. He wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it. “Say it,” he repeated.</p><p>Olivia closed her eyes and arched her back as she tilted her head towards the ceiling. “I need his big cock inside me,” she said. “I need it so badly.”</p><p>Carter smiled as he continued to rub his thumb over Olivia’s clit. He was determined to make her cum.</p><p>“You deserve it,” he said. “You deserve to have his big cock whenever you want.”</p><p>Olivia opened her eyes and looked down at Carter. He saw a mixture of lust and anguish. He imagined she was struggling with this just like he was. It felt like their sex life was at an inflection point. They could go down the path they’d been traveling since New Year’s or they could pull back and try their best to revert to what it had been.</p><p>“I do deserve it,” Olivia said. She’d made her choice. Their old sex life wasn’t going to work for her. Carter knew she was right. He felt the same way. “I deserve a big cock,” she continued.</p><p>“Yes, you do,” Carter said as he felt his orgasm building.</p><p>“Yes, I fucking do,” Olivia responded as she threw her head back and played with her tits. She was right on the edge of orgasm.</p><p>“I’m going to cum,” Carter said, letting Olivia know it was okay to let loose and climax.</p><p>They managed to orgasm together. Carter released his cum inside of Olivia as the mixture of dirty talk and his thumb’s skillful manipulation of her clit brought her to an equally thrilling climax.</p><p>When she’d finished, Olivia collapsed on top of him and gently kissed Carter’s neck. He ran his hands over her soft skin and the sheer pink baby doll while considering the potential consequences of the lust-fueled decision they’d just made.</p><p>He couldn’t foresee how, but Carter knew their sex life couldn’t be the same. It was going to change and there was no denying that the possibilities excited him.</p><p><br></p><p>Carter was late to meet Olivia for drinks. It was a Friday in late February and they’d booked a hotel room for the night. They were going to start with a drink, enjoy an absurdly expensive dinner, and enjoy a night of fun in an expensive hotel room.</p><p>He’d gotten held up at work putting the finishing touches on a presentation and had sent a text to Olivia letting her know he’d be half an hour later than expected.</p><p>Carter felt more stressed than he’d hoped for when he finally made it to the elegant, upscale bar where they’d planned to meet for drinks. Seeing Olivia washed it all way though. She looked impossibly beautiful in a tight blue halter dress and a pair of strappy silver high heels. Her hair looked soft and wavy and the way her thighs showed when she crossed her legs was irresistible even from Carter’s vantage point across the room.</p><p>He moved to join his wife at the bar, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed she was talking to the man seated next to her. He looked to be in his early 40s and was both handsome and well-dressed in an expensive-looking tailored suit.</p><p>Carter considered interrupting their conversation, but he couldn’t. It looked like Olivia was flirting with the man sitting next to her and for some reason Carter didn’t want to stop it. He wanted to watch.</p><p>He found an inconspicuous spot and settled in to watch as his wife chatted up a stranger. He was too far away to hear what they were saying, but it wasn’t hard to recognize the universal body language of flirting.</p><p>When Olivia leaned forward to laugh and gently ran her fingers over the stranger’s arm, Carter’s heart rate increased. It excited him to see her so openly flirting with this man who clearly wasn’t bothered by the diamond ring on her finger.</p><p>From Carter’s vantage point the conversation seemed effortless. It looked like two people that were into each other flowing from one topic to the next. When Olivia didn’t hesitate to order a second drink Carter knew she was having a good time.</p><p>When the bartender delivered the second round Carter watched as his wife and the handsome older man shared a toast. After clinking their glasses they laughed and each took a long sip from their drinks.</p><p>For some reason Carter felt glued to his seat. He knew he was already late and he shouldn’t make his wife wait, but he wanted to keep watching. It felt intoxicating in a way he couldn’t resist.</p><p>Carter checked his phone to see the time and when he looked up Olivia’s new friend was leaning close to her. For a moment it looked like they were going to kiss, but instead he whispered something into her ear. Carter watched his wife smile and his heart pounded. He felt something in his loins, something that seemed very much like desire. That feeling grew when he watched this handsome, well-dressed man place his hand on Olivia’s knee.</p><p>Carter knew he should get up. He knew he should stop what was happening, but Olivia didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t recoil. She didn’t look down at his hand. Instead, she smiled a little. Then the handsome stranger moved his hand a few inches up her thigh towards the hem of her dress.</p><p>Carter was paralyzed, but not with fear. It was arousal. He couldn’t deny it. He was aroused watching this man aggressively flirt with his wife. He was aroused watching someone else caress his wife’s thigh.</p><p>Carter was a little disappointed when the handsome stranger’s hand lifted off of Olivia’s thigh. The man checked his phone, offered a regretful look, and slipped off the bar stool. It seemed as though he had to leave. Before stepping away he reached into his pocket, pulled something out, and pushed it towards Olivia. Carter watched him say something before leaning in to give her a soft peck on the cheek.</p><p>Olivia’s eyes remained closed for a few seconds after her new friend walked away. Carter waited a few moments for her to turn back towards the bar before he made his way over.</p><p>“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Carter said as he slipped into the seat the handsome stranger had just occupied and leaned in to kiss his wife.</p><p>Olivia’s hand moved to the back of Carter’s head and held him close to turn what had been a simple greeting into a longer, slower, far more passionate kiss.</p><p>Carter felt her desire as they kissed and he assumed it had been ignited by the man she’d just flirted with. He opted not to tell her he’d watched, fearing Olivia might be furious at him for playing the part of a voyeur instead of simply coming over and introducing himself.</p><p>Instead, he enjoyed his wife’s lusty, semi-drunken kiss. “That was nice,” Carter said when Olivia relented.</p><p>There was a wild, lusty look in her eyes as she said, “Yes it was.”</p><p>Olivia signaled the bartender and ordered Carter a strong drink. “You need to catch up,” she said.</p><p>Carter couldn’t help but smile and marvel at the way Olivia seemed to have changed since their trip to New York. Openly and almost eagerly flirting with another man at a bar was most definitely not something she would have done before. Ordering her husband a drink and practically demanding that he get drunk wasn’t either.</p><p>They all felt like welcome changes to Carter. He liked that his wife was getting bolder and he couldn’t deny that her increasing openness where sex was concerned had led to some of the most satisfying orgasms of his life.</p><p>That’s why he didn’t put up a fight when Olivia suggested they skip dinner and head right to the hotel.</p><p>“We can order room service, but only after we’ve had a little fun,” she said with a naughty smile.</p><p>Carter was on board, especially since he could already feel the effects of the remarkably strong drink Olivia had ordered him.</p><p>Their mutual drunkenness made checking in a little more difficult than usual, but it wasn’t long before Carter and Olivia were in their hotel room and all over each other.</p><p>They kissed fervently and pulled at each other’s clothes. They were both a little drunk, which made the whole adventure sloppier than usual, though neither really noticed.</p><p>“I’m so wet,” Olivia said as Carter pulled off her dress and let it fall to the floor.</p><p>Again he marveled at the changes in his wife. Three months ago she never would have said something like that. It would have made her uncomfortable to utter those words, but here she was declaring her desire.</p><p>Carter pushed his hand into the sexy blue lace panties she’d worn and his fingers easily found their way into her pussy, confirming the truth of her declaration. She was exceptionally wet, and he knew why. He knew it was because of her flirtation with the handsome stranger before he arrived. </p><p>Carter’s cock stiffened at the notion that his wife was wet with desire for someone else. The haze of alcohol quieted the part of his brain that worried about that, leaving him to enjoy the purity of his lust for the moment.</p><p>When Olivia yanked off Carter’s underwear and pushed him onto the bed he was delighted. He loved that she seemed to be taking control and that it seemed like he’d get to fuck her.</p><p>There was genuine hunger in her eyes as Olivia straddled him, and much to his surprise she surpassed his cock and sat her pussy on his face.</p><p>Without hesitation he extended his tongue and licked Olivia’s clit. His cock throbbed as she began to ride his mouth with her slippery pussy. She leaned back and moaned, offering Carter a perfect view of her lean body and perky tits while he continued to lick her.</p><p>Seemingly satisfied with a few minutes of oral foreplay, Olivia moved down Carter’s body and sat down on his cock. Her pussy swallowed him in an instant and he groaned while pushing his hips upwards. He wanted to be deeper inside her. He wished in that moment that he had a bigger cock so he could feel more of her. Carter was certain she wished the same thing, which only turned him on more.</p><p>Olivia leaned forward and kissed him. Her tongue pushed into Carter’s mouth as she moaned while grinding her hips on his cock. This was how they fucked now. It was almost always her on top, grinding her clit into his pelvis while he got to enjoy the perfect wetness of her pussy around his cock.</p><p>“I taste good,” Olivia said as she broke the kiss and smiled at Carter. She ran her fingers over his lips and chin, wiping her pussy juices off of him. Then, to his surprise, she pushed those slippery fingers into his mouth. A giddy smile crossed her face as Carter eagerly sucked them clean. It felt good. Everything felt good in that moment. He was so turned on he would have done anything, especially with the aid of mild inebriation.</p><p>Olivia pulled her fingers from his mouth and said, “You’re such a naughty boy,” before grinding harder and faster on top of him. She closed her eyes and Carter watched from underneath his wife as she had a protracted, powerful orgasm. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her cum harder. It seemed as if her whole body trembled with pleasure as a loud, long cry of pleasure filled the hotel room.</p><p>When it was over, Olivia rolled off of him, leaving Carter’s pelvic area soaked with her juices and his cock rock hard. It didn’t bother him that he hadn’t cum. Getting to watch Olivia climax like that felt oddly rewarding.</p><p>Carter rolled onto his side and ran his fingers over Olivia’s lean body. She smiled as he caressed her thighs, her slim stomach, and her perky breasts. She even moaned a little when he gently played with her nipples.</p><p>“I have something to tell you,” Carter said in a playful tone. He hadn’t wanted to confess that he’d watched Olivia flirt at the bar before because he didn’t want to ruin the fun she seemed to be having. He couldn’t stop thinking about it though and he was still drunk enough to hope that confessing might lead to something thrilling. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted that, but he couldn’t deny the reality that it aroused him for reasons he didn’t understand.</p><p>“What?” Olivia asked with mild concern.</p><p>“I watched you. At the bar, I mean. I watched you and that guy…” he trailed off.</p><p>Olivia looked worried, like she wasn’t sure how Carter felt about what he’d seen. Then she looked down and saw his still-throbbing erection. She wrapped her fingers around it, smiled at her husband, and said, “You watched us flirting.”</p><p>“Yes,” Carter said as he quietly moaned at the pleasure of her fingers gently stroking his eager erection.</p><p>“Did you like watching?” Olivia asked.</p><p>Carter could hear the hesitation in her voice. They were in uncharted territory and she was just as nervous about all of it as he was. “I loved it,” Carter answered. “I…I don’t know why. I really don’t, but I really loved watching you flirt with him. Is that crazy?” he asked.</p><p>Olivia continued to stroke his cock as she gently pushed Carter to roll onto his back. He pressed her body against his and kissed his neck before whispering, “No, it’s not crazy.”</p><p>Emboldened by the alcohol in his system, Carter blurted out, “Were you thinking about him?”</p><p>“Michael,” Olivia said. “His name was Michael.” She paused as her fingers slowly moved up and down Carter’s cock. “You want to know if I was thinking about him when we…” she trailed off.</p><p>“When we were having sex,” Carter said, picking up where Olivia left off. “Were you thinking about him when we were having sex?”</p><p>Olivia released Carter’s cock from her grasp and hopped out of bed. For a moment he panicked and wondered if he’d pushed things too far. She picked her handbag off the floor and quickly climbed back into bed.</p><p>Carter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a naughty smile on Olivia’s face as she opened the handbag and reached inside. She pulled out a hotel key and tossed it on Carter’s stomach before once again pressing her naked body against his.</p><p>“Michael gave me that right before he left,” she said. “He’s staying in this hotel. He invited me to come to his room.”</p><p>“Oh my God. Really?” Carter said. He was genuinely surprised that another man had brazenly propositioned his wife.</p><p>Olivia’s fingers gently wrapped around Carter’s cock again as she deftly used the precum gathered at the tip to lube him.</p><p>“He said he wanted to fuck me,” Olivia whispered as she stroked Carter’s cock faster.</p><p>Carter closed his eyes and moaned. He concentrated on the pleasure of the handjob Olivia was giving him and he let the confusingly arousing idea of Michael wanting to fuck his wife run free in his head. For a few moments, at least, he decided he would embrace it.</p><p>Olivia’s lips felt heavenly against his skin as she kissed his neck. His body tingled with intense pleasure as she offered physical and mental stimulation.</p><p>“Does that turn you on?” she whispered in a lusty voice, though his hard cock made it impossible for Carter to deny what was obvious.</p><p>“Yes…fuck…yes!” he groaned, though his voice was laced with just a hint of agony, as if admitting it caused him pain.</p><p>“Were you thinking about him?” Carter asked in a lusty, strained voice that signaled an impending orgasm.</p><p>Olivia moaned and kissed Carter’s neck. She nibbled his ear lobe and stroked his cock skillfully. Finally, she answered in a lusty whisper, “Yes, I was thinking of him.”</p><p>Carter cried out in pleasure and let an orgasm wash over him. His cum flew into the air and landed on his stomach, Olivia’s fingers, and the hotel bed. Images of his wife having sex with someone else filled his head, bringing him pleasure and pain. Olivia kept her grip on his cock as she continued to kiss his neck and encourage Carter to have a mind-bending orgasm unlike any other.</p><p>When he was finished, Olivia slipped into the bathroom and returned with a towel to clean up the mess Carter had made. She lovingly wiped the cum off of him and tossed the towel to the floor when she was finished.</p><p>Carter wrapped his arms around her as Olivia snuggled next to him. He relished the feeling of her soft hair against his skin and the scent of her perfume filling his nose.</p><p>Silence filled the hotel room for a brief span. All sorts of thoughts ran through Carter’s mind, but he couldn’t find the right words. He imagined Olivia was having the same experience.</p><p>Finally, he gave voice to one of those thoughts. “I’d be okay with it if you wanted to have sex with someone else,” Carter said confidently. He was certain of it in the moment and he wanted Olivia to believe him.</p><p>Olivia pressed her body tighter against his as Carter’s words hung in the air. She kissed his chest gently and said, “I think I’d like that.”</p>