<p><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="31797796" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Olivia stood in front of room 1213. She lifted her hand to knock on the door and let it fall without announcing her presence. Her heart pounded. Her hands were sweating. She’d never been so nervous.</p><p>She and Carter had decided to take advantage of Michael’s presence in town. She texted him the day after her flirty evening at the bar and they set up the “date” she was about to initiate. It wasn’t really a date, though. She was at his hotel room to have sex with him. Carter was at home, per Michael’s instructions.</p><p>Olivia wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with it. She was wearing a little black dress as Michael had requested, but she wasn’t sure he’d like it. The empire waist seemed cute more than it seemed sexy, but Carter seemed to think it was a good choice. She wasn’t sure if the heels she’d chosen were sexy enough either. They weren’t the kind she saw on movie stars and beautiful girls on TV and in magazines.</p><p>Michael had made it clear Olivia wasn’t committing to anything by coming to his hotel room. She could leave immediately if she wasn’t comfortable. They could make it a onetime thing, or they could meet regularly since he took frequent business trips to Minnesota.</p><p>Olivia stood outside the hotel room door long enough that she started to feel foolish. She never struggled to make decisions, but this one felt fraught with emotion and the potential consequences seemed extreme. Then again, both she and Carter agreed that they’d tapped into something different and deeply satisfying with their recent sexual explorations.</p><p>It was the thrilling, arousing memory of the last few orgasms she’d had that prompted Olivia to finally knock on the door.</p><p>As she waited for Michael to answer it, Olivia ran her fingers through her hair and checked to make sure her ponytail was still tightly in place. She was nervous Michael wasn’t going to like the way she looked.</p><p>When the door finally opened, Olivia smiled and tried to ignore how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.</p><p>“Come in,” Michael said as he stepped aside and offered a quick smile.</p><p>Olivia walked past him and into the hotel room. She felt vulnerable and a little scared, though she recognized there was no particular reason for her fear. Michael had been a gentleman in the bar and when they’d texted. He’d been assertive, certainly, but not the slightest bit predatory or scary.</p><p>“You smell lovely,” the older man said as his hands grasped Olivia’s waist.</p><p>She closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the confident way he held her. Her voice was barely above a whisper as Olivia said, “Thank you.”</p><p>“There’s no need to be nervous,” Michael said as he softly kissed the exposed flesh of Olivia’s neck.</p><p>Goose bumps rose on her skin at the surprising pleasure of such a delicate kiss. Michael’s hands moved to her stomach and he pulled Olivia against his body. She was surprised to feel his erect cock press into her ass.</p><p>An involuntary moan escaped her lips. He felt so big. Olivia couldn’t help her desire.</p><p>Michael released her and gently spun Olivia around. He stepped back and his eyes moved up and down her body. She felt like she was being appraised.</p><p>He stared long enough that Olivia couldn’t help but feel insecure. “Do you like my dress?” she finally asked.</p><p>Michael smiled. “It will do for tonight, but in the future I’d like you to be a little bolder with your outfits. You’re a beautiful woman, Olivia, and you shouldn’t be afraid to show it off.”</p><p>Olivia felt a little embarrassed. She didn’t like the idea of disappointing Michael. As nervous as she was, she wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted to experience the kind of sex she thought he could offer, a kind that she’d never had.</p><p>Michael stepped closer and caressed her cheek. Olivia looked up at him. The look of controlled confidence in his eyes was foreign to her. She was used to Carter’s sweetness – which sometimes bordered on neediness – and she found it hard to resist Michael when she actually stared into his eyes, just like she’d done at the bar.</p><p>Michael smiled. Olivia wondered if he saw her eagerness to overcome her nerves and give herself to him. He leaned closer and she looked up at him. His lips approached hers and Olivia closed her eyes as they kissed for the first time.</p><p>It was soft and sensual to start. Michaels hands moved to Olivia’s waist and pulled her closer. She melted into his arms. There was such confidence in the way he kissed and touched her.</p><p>As they kissed, Michael deftly unzipped Olivia’s dressed and pushed it to the floor. He stepped back to admire her body and she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.</p><p>“You needn’t feel embarrassed, Olivia. Your body is breathtaking,” Michael said as he held out his hand.</p><p>Olivia took it and he pulled her closer. He squeezed her ass hard before playing with her perky breasts.</p><p>“You’ll need to invest in higher quality lingerie if we’re going to see each other again, though. You need to wear something that enhances your beauty, not something that covers it up,” he said.</p><p>“Of course,” Olivia said. Again she felt a little embarrassed. There was a part of her that liked his demands, though. She liked that he wanted her to work to please him. It felt strange to admit to herself, but Olivia liked that he was demanding and a little controlling.</p><p>“Do you know how to suck cock, Olivia?” Michael asked as he unzipped his pants.</p><p>The filthy nature of his question caught Olivia off guard. She silently scolded herself for being uptight before answering. “Yes, I do.” Olivia felt a strange urge to address him as ‘sir,’ though she suppressed it.</p><p>The smile on Michael’s face made it seem like he didn’t believe her. “Why don’t you show me,” he said as he reached into his pants and pulled out the biggest cock she’d ever seen.</p><p>Olivia looked at him and back down at his cock. She hesitated for a moment before falling to her knees. She reached out tentatively and gently stroked his shaft.</p><p>“Go ahead, take me in your mouth,” Michael said in the same calmly demanding voice.</p><p>Olivia leaned forward and opened her mouth. She took the thick head of Michael’s cock on her tongue and closed her lips around it.</p><p>“That’s good, Olivia. Now suck my cock,” Michael demanded.</p><p>As Olivia moved down Michael’s erection, she realized that she didn’t have much experience going down on men, at least not in a significant way. Carter never asked for blowjobs and she rarely offered them outside of a quick bit of foreplay.</p><p>That didn’t stop her from trying with Michael, though. Olivia had seen a little bit of porn over the last few weeks and she tried her best to emulate what the girls in the videos had done.</p><p>She used her hand to stroke Michael’s cock as she worked the underside with her tongue. She tried her best to actually suck too, though Olivia quickly found it exhausting. Her jaw was sore in just a few minutes. Soon it ached enough that she had to stop sucking him.</p><p>Olivia stroked Michael’s erection as she took a break, which gave her a chance to appreciate just how beautiful it was. He was unquestionably larger than Carter. He was longer and thicker and Olivia felt like it just looked better. The sight of it aroused her, though that was likely fueled by the fact that she knew it was going to be inside her before long.</p><p>When she looked up at him, Olivia saw a smile on Michael’s face. He brushed her hair away from her eyes and said, “You don’t have much experience offering a man pleasure with your mouth, do you?”</p><p>Olivia shook her head and admitted, “No, I don’t.”</p><p>Michael offered his hand and Olivia took it as he helped her to stand up. They kissed as his fingers moved between her legs and played with her pussy. The pleasure was instantaneous. He played with her nipples at the same time, and it was like a symphony of sexual joy spread through her body.</p><p>“That feels so good,” Olivia whispered.</p><p>“It’s just the beginning, my dear,” Michael said in the confident voice that Olivia had already come to lust after.</p><p>The nerves Olivia had felt as she stood at the hotel room door had completely washed away. Her self-consciousness had disappeared. All she felt was desire. She was putty in Michael’s hands. Her brain was awash in arousal and she needed to cum.</p><p>“Please, make me cum, Michael,” Olivia whispered as his fingers continued their delicate assault on her nipples and pussy.</p><p>“In time, my dear,” he said.</p><p>Something about the phrase ‘my dear’ delighted Olivia. Her brain was too foggy with lust to parse out why, and she didn’t care. She liked it.</p><p>Michael pulled his fingers from her pussy and pressed them against Olivia’s lower lip. She opened her mouth and he pushed them inside.</p><p>“Taste yourself, Olivia,” Michael said in a low voice.</p><p>Olivia held his gaze as she sucked his fingers clean. She moved deeper on them. She sucked with passion. She wanted to show him that she was capable of giving pleasure like he craved.</p><p>“Good girl,” he said upon removing his fingers from her mouth. “Now why don’t you try again?”</p><p>Michael’s fingers gently entwined in Olivia’s hair and urged her to her knees. She was face to face with his cock once more, but the nerves she’d felt before were gone. Now she was possessed by lust and the need to make him feel as good as he made her feel.</p><p>Olivia grasped the base of his cock and took the head into her mouth. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could and tried to spread the wetness of her spit around the head and shaft. She sucked, licked, and stroked him. She gave herself over to it. She tapped into the lust he’d released with his talented fingers and used it to pleasure the man standing above her.</p><p>“Good girl. That’s how you suck cock. That’s how you show a man that you crave him, that you want to make him feel good,” Michael said as he gently gripped her head with both hands.</p><p>Olivia felt heat building between her legs. She was enthralled with Michael. She loved the feeling of his hands in her hair. She loved that she was making him feel so good. Olivia whimpered a little when Michael pulled his cock from her mouth. She felt deprived. She wanted more. </p><p>“Do you want me to fuck you, Olivia?” Michael asked as he looked down at her.</p><p>She felt saliva dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. Her jaw ached, but she didn’t care. Her pussy ached more. She needed him. She wanted Michael to fuck her in a way she couldn’t describe.</p><p>“Yes, please, fuck me,” Olivia said.</p><p>He offered his hand once more and lifted Olivia to her feet. He motioned to the bed and said, “On your back, please.”</p><p>Olivia did as she was told and spread her legs as she watched Michael open a condom wrapper and role the latex protection down his exceptionally large cock. As he climbed into the bed, she felt an entirely foreign sense of giddy anticipation. She’d never been so turned on. She’d never felt such a strong urge to have someone inside her.</p><p>If this was how sex with Michael was going to be, once wasn’t going to suffice. If he was capable of making her feel this good before his cock had even entered her, Olivia knew she was going to need to see him whenever he was in town. She knew she was going to be his whenever he wanted.</p><p><br></p><p>“So, how did it feel when he finally…you know, fucked you?” Carter asked.</p><p>He didn’t want to sound too desperate to hear the tale of how Michael fucked his wife. He was desperate, though. He was so turned on he could barely stroke his cock for fear of cumming before Olivia had shared all the details.</p><p>“You’re so hard,” Olivia marveled as she stared at his cock. “You really like this, don’t you?”</p><p>Carter hesitated, and then decided to go all in. So far, Olivia had been clear about how hot being with Michael was. There was no reason for him to be evasive about how much he enjoyed it.</p><p>“I love this. More than I could explain,” he said.</p><p>“Good, because I’m absolutely seeing Michael again. And again, and again, and again,” Olivia said. She ran her fingers over Carter’s chest and then down to his crotch. She teased his stiff cock and played with the precum at the tip.</p><p>She’d been with Michael once and already she seemed different. Her casual confidence at teasing him and playing with his stiff, naked cock was new. Carter recognized it was strange that he was so turned on by his wife fucking someone else, but he wasn’t going to run away from it, especially since she seemed to be changing in ways that he really liked.</p><p>“That means it was good, yes?” he asked.</p><p>“It was so much better than good, Carter,” Olivia said as she gently squeezed his balls.</p><p>Her fingers felt so good as she played with him. It was like a whole new woman in their bed.</p><p>“His cock is incredible,” Olivia said as her fingers danced from the base of Carter’s shaft to the head. “It’s long and thick and the head is just perfect. I mean, it’s a genuinely beautiful cock. I got turned on just looking at it and I couldn’t believe how wet I was by the time I was in that bed with my legs spread for him.”</p><p>There was only one though in Carter’s head. He knew the answer, but he felt compelled to ask the question.</p><p>“Was he bigger than me?” he said in a voice so low it was nearly a whisper.</p><p>Olivia turned her head and looked at him. There was a kind of sweetness in her eyes that he knew meant she thought the answer might be hurtful.</p><p>“He’s much bigger than you,” Olivia said. She leaned closer and kissed him while her fingers played with the head of his cock. She did just enough to please him without bringing forth an orgasm.</p><p>“I don’t know that I can describe how good it felt. It was just perfect. I mean that. It was perfect. The moment he entered me I felt like my head was swimming with pleasure. It was like his cock activated every erogenous zone in my body.”</p><p>“That sounds incredible,” Carter said as he reached down and stroked his cock slowly. </p><p>Olivia played with his balls as she smiled. “Incredible doesn’t begin to describe it. I came so quickly, so much quicker than I do with you.” She said it in a matter of fact way, not like she was trying to hurt him. She was just speaking the truth. That only made it more arousing for Carter.</p><p>“Then I came again a few minutes later. I swear, he’s like a magician and his big trick is knowing exactly how to satisfy me.”</p><p>Carter collected the precum at the tip of his cock and used it as he stroked himself faster. He couldn’t hold off any longer. He needed to cum.</p><p>“I even came when he fucked me doggystyle. Can you believe that?” Olivia squeezed his balls tightly as she looked into Carter’s eyes. Her devilish smile was enough to make him groan. “Are you going to cum, Carter? Are you going to cum thinking about Michael’s big cock making me cum while he fucked me doggystyle?”</p><p>Carter nodded. Olivia leaned closer and kissed him. She played with his balls as her tongue moved into his mouth. He groaned loudly and climaxed. Olivia held her lips against his, kissing him eagerly as an orgasm like he’d almost never experienced spread through his body. It was so much better than when he masturbated alone. It was even better than most of the times they’d had sex.</p><p>“Fuck. What the fuck. That was incredible. Holy shit,” he said between heavy breaths.</p><p>“I know,” Olivia said as she continued to gently massage his balls.</p><p>“When is Michael in town again?”</p><p>Olivia smiled. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”</p><p>Carter nodded.</p><p>“He’ll be back in two weeks, and I hope you don’t mind, but I already told Michael I wanted to see him again.”</p><p>Carter didn’t mind at all.</p>