<p>It's been a while since a 'Size Matters' chapter was posted, so <a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=size%20matters">click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="71614233" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“So, what do you think?” Olivia asked as she stepped out of the closet in the dress and heels she’d bought for Michael.</p><p>The dress was tighter, shorter, and more revealing than anything Olivia had ever worn. She’d never even tried on a dress like it before. Prior to meeting Michael it wouldn’t have occurred to her to wear a dress that failed to reach her knees, let alone one that didn’t even reach the middle of her thighs. She never would have bought a dress that put her cleavage on display, either, and yet she’d bought a dress that was short, low cut, and skintight.</p><p>It wasn’t until Carter sat up in bed and stared at her like a goddess had emerged from their closet that Olivia felt confident in the dress.</p><p>“Do you like it?” she asked with a smile.</p><p>“You look incredible,” Carter replied. “You really do. You look unrecognizable, and I mean that in the best way possible. It’s like you’re an entirely different woman.”</p><p>Olivia felt her husband’s intended flattery and she couldn’t help but smile. She even blushed a little. “Really?”</p><p>“Absolutely,” Carter said as he slid off the edge of the bed and walked towards his wife.</p><p>Olivia glanced at the bulge that had formed in his pants and she couldn’t help but smile again. Carter was turned on at the mere sight of her. She hoped Michael would feel the same way.</p><p>“Are you wearing the lingerie too?” Carter asked.</p><p>Olivia nodded as she thought of Michael unzipping the dress and seeing her in the pink lace bodysuit she’d picked out for him. She wondered if it would be up to his standards or if he’d be a little disappointed that she hadn’t picked something sexier.</p><p>“He’s going to love it,” Carter said, seemingly recognizing her sense of insecurity. “The whole thing. You look incredible, Olivia. He’d have to be insane not to love it.”</p><p>Carter reached out and ran his fingers over her hips. Olivia could see the desire in his eyes and the way his cock seemed to have reached a fully erect state. She suspected he’d be perfectly happy if she decided to stay home with him and see to his needs instead of Michael’s.</p><p>Olivia couldn’t do that, though. She loved Carter, but she needed to see Michael. It had been two weeks since their last encounter and she’d thought about him every day since. She’d fantasized about him. She’d replayed the sex they had countless times, including during a few solo masturbation sessions where she succumbed to her desire and played in the shower.</p><p>Olivia reached out and rubbed the bulge in Carter’s pants as she smiled at him asked, “Are you excited because I’m seeing Michael tonight?”</p><p>Carter nodded as his fingers moved to Olivia’s ass. He gently squeezed her flesh through the dress and she offered an appreciative moan.</p><p>“Do you like that I bought this dress just for him?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” Carter replied.</p><p>Olivia slowly unzipped his pants before reaching inside and freeing her husband’s cock. She offered soft, gentle strokes and Carter closed his eyes and moaned in response.</p><p>“I’m going to touch his cock tonight,” she said. “I’m going to stroke him. I’m going to take him in my mouth to pleasure him. I’m going to take this dress off and let him have me in the lingerie I bought just for him.”</p><p>Saying it was enough to inspire a wonderful kind of desire between Olivia’s legs. She felt a deep need to be with Michael, to have him satisfy her desire.</p><p>“I know,” Carter said. “It turns me on so much to think about it.”</p><p>Olivia stepped closer, kissed her husband’s neck, and whispered, “Me too.”</p><p>Carter groaned and she stroked him a little faster.</p><p>“Can you do something for me?” Olivia asked.</p><p>“Anything,” he replied.</p><p>Olivia released his cock, tucked him back into his pants, and said, “Will you drop me off at Michael’s hotel?”</p><p>Carter looked more excited than she expected as he said, “Of course.”</p><p>Michael had suggested that Carter drop her off and Olivia hadn’t been entirely sure about the idea. She thought her husband might object to the notion of driving her to another man’s hotel, but it seemed that Carter was thrilled.</p><p>“Are you ready?” he asked.</p><p>“I am,” Olivia replied.</p><p>Carter grabbed his wallet and keys and they headed for the garage. He rushed to the passenger side of the car to open the door for her and she offered a kiss on the cheek as a reward before taking her seat.</p><p>Olivia wasn’t sure of Michael’s intention in having Carter drop her off, but she quite enjoyed her husband’s eagerness and the sense of service as he acted like her chauffeur.</p><p>“When I’m gone,” she asked, “Do you think about what I’m doing with him?”</p><p>“I did last time,” Carter said. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’m sure it will be the same this time.”</p><p>“What’s that like?”</p><p>Olivia studied her husband’s face as he kept his eyes on the road and seemingly considered his answer.</p><p>“Good and bad, I guess,” he said. “Obviously it turns me on, which is actually kind of weird on its own. I mean, a man isn’t supposed to be turned on by his wife having sex with someone else. There’s also this weird sense of…discomfort, I guess. I’m not really sure what it is. It’s not that I think you’re going to leave me for Michael, but there’s a certain kind of anxiety, I suppose, like you’re going to realize that you could do better than me.”</p><p>Olivia reached out and rubbed her husband’s leg. “I’m never going to leave you, Carter. Being with Michael isn’t about searching for a better husband. I already have a perfect husband. I need you to know that.”</p><p>“I do,” Carter said. “I mean, I’m not perfect, but I know that you’re not going to leave me. I know that even thinking it is silly, but I couldn’t help it the last time you were with him. That’s okay, though, because it was also insanely hot. I mean it. Heck, I’m turned on right now.”</p><p>Olivia moved her hand between his legs and massaged Carter’s cock, bringing it to an erect state in just a few moments.</p><p>“I guess so,” she said.</p><p>“You’re such a tease,” Carter said as he pulled into the hotel parking lot and drove towards the drop off area.</p><p>“You love me, don’t you?” Olivia asked.</p><p>“You know I do,” Carter replied. “Hey, isn’t that Michael?”</p><p>Olivia looked away from her husband and saw that Michael was waiting at the valet stand. “It is,” she said.</p><p>Carter pulled up and put the car in park as Michael approached the passenger door. He opened it and offered Olivia his hand.</p><p>“I’ll text you when I’m ready to be picked up,” Olivia said as she took Michael’s hand and stepped out of the car.</p><p>Michael shut the door before Carter could offer a reply, but Olivia knew her husband would come when she was ready. After all, her return was his favorite part of the evening.</p><p>“You look exquisite, Olivia. This dress is absolutely perfect on you,” Michael said as he stepped back to admire her.</p><p>Olivia blushed as Michael’s lusty stare unleashed a wave of lust. “I picked it out just for you,” she said.</p><p>Michael smiled, stepped closer, and kissed her. Olivia melted into his body as she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. She knew Carter hadn’t pulled away. He was watching his wife share a passionate kiss with another man. He was getting a small taste of what Olivia would offer Michael once they stepped into his hotel room. She hoped it was thrilling for him.</p><p>“Come,” Michael said as he took her hand and led her into the hotel.</p><p>Olivia glanced back at the car for a split second before the automatic doors shut. Michael put his arm around Olivia and pulled her close as they strode towards the elevators and she turned her attention to the man she’d spent two weeks craving.</p><p>“I think about you every day,” Olivia said as they stepped into the elevator.</p><p>Michael pressed the button for their floor and waited for the doors to shut before turning to Olivia, pushing her against the wall, and pushing his hand under her dress.</p><p>“Is this wetness for me, Olivia?” he asked as his fingers pressed against the lace that covered her pussy.</p><p>She nodded as Michael worked the lace aside and pressed two fingers inside her. Olivia moaned and her legs wobbled from the intense pleasure of having her pussy worked in the elevator.</p><p>Michael pulled his fingers out of her as quickly as he’d inserted them. “Clean them,” he said. “Taste yourself.”</p><p>Olivia took his hand in hers, lifted his fingers to her mouth, and sucked them clean while staring into his eyes.</p><p>“You’re mine tonight,” he said as she ran her tongue over his flesh. “You’re mine until I say you’re not. Do you understand?”</p><p>She nodded as the elevator slowed. Michael pressed his fingers into her back of her throat and Olivia fought off her gag reflex. It wasn’t until the doors had partially opened that Michael relented, pulling his fingers from her mouth and wiping them dry on his pants.</p><p>He took Olivia’s hand and led her out of the elevator and towards his room. She was already in a state of wild desire and they hadn’t even gotten to the room yet. Olivia was ready to give herself to Michael for as long as he wanted her.</p><p><br></p><p>Olivia’s body hummed with pleasure in the aftermath of an evening of sexual satisfaction as she watched Carter drive up to the hotel entrance.</p><p>“Thank you for tonight,” she said to Michael.</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” he replied before pulling her close for a kiss as Carter pulled up.</p><p>Olivia gave herself over to him as she’d done so many times that night. She kissed him fervently. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth and put her arms around him. She would have gone back up to his room if he’d wanted. She would have made Carter wait in the parking lot for as long as it took to satisfy the man that had just shown her a kind of sexual bliss she’d never experienced before.</p><p>“You’re an incredible woman, Olivia,” Michael said as their lips parted. “I’ll be back in three weeks. I’d like to see you again.”</p><p>“I’m yours,” she replied.</p><p>Michael stepped back, waved at Carter, and said, “I’ll see you then, Olivia.”</p><p>She watched him walk back into the hotel and took a moment to enjoy the aftermath of their kiss before turning towards the car.</p><p>Olivia climbed into the passenger seat and leaned over to kiss her husband. She knew he’d just watched her kiss Michael and part of her expected him to recoil from her lips, but Carter leaned in and they shared an electric exchange as she reached between his legs to play with his cock, which felt exceptionally hard.</p><p>“How was your night?” Olivia asked as Carter put the car in drive.</p><p>“Good,” he said. “Really good, actually.”</p><p>“Yeah?”</p><p>Carter pulled up to the stop sign and turned to her. “Yeah. I thought about you the entire time you were gone. I thought about the fun you must have been having with Michael. I thought about how good he must have been making you feel.”</p><p>“He did make me feel good,” Olivia said as she unzipped Carter’s pants and pulled out his cock.</p><p>“Yeah?” Carter asked.</p><p>Olivia smiled. He looked so cute in his state of intense desire. She’d spent the past four hours immersed in pleasure and Carter had spent that same time in a state of heightened desire that he hadn’t been able to satiate.</p><p>“He made me feel better than good,” Olivia said. “He made me feel things I’ve never felt before.”</p><p>Carter was still at the stop sign. He seemed unable to split his focus between driving and the arousal that no doubt clouded his brain.</p><p>Olivia returned Carter’s cock to his pants, zipped him up, and moved back. She put her seatbelt on and said, “Take us home.”</p><p>Olivia closed her eyes, sat back, and smiled as she thought of Michael unzipping her dress in the hotel room. She thought of his hands moving over the pink lace of her bodysuit as he moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. She thought of the firm, assertive way he grasped her breasts and the intense desire she felt in the hotel room reappeared in the car.</p><p>“Are you thinking about him?” Carter asked.</p><p>Olivia opened her eyes and saw that they were already halfway home. She smiled at how easily she’d gotten lost in a beautiful sense of lust.</p><p>“I am,” Olivia said. “It was just so good. I didn’t realize how much my body missed him until I was with him again. It was incredible. He fingered me in the elevator and I didn’t even think of objecting. I even sucked his fingers clean.”</p><p>“In the elevator?” Carter asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Olivia said as she pulled up the bottom of her dress and reached between her legs. She played with her pussy, rubbing her fingers over her still-sensitive clit and enjoying the little explosions of pleasure that resulted. “Hurry home,” she said. “I want to masturbate with you. I want to cum again.”</p><p>The engine got louder as Carter punched the gas. Olivia knew it was foolish to urge him to speed home, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to play with her husband. She wanted to see him stroke his cock. She wanted to feel his naked body next to hers.</p><p>Olivia had the door open before the car came to complete stop in the garage. She rushed into the house with Carter right behind her.</p><p>“Get naked,” she said as they ran into the bedroom.</p><p>Carter stripped as Olivia kissed his neck and ran her fingers over his bare skin as he exposed it.</p><p>“Get naked for me,” she said between kisses. “Show me your cock. Show me how hard you are.”</p><p>Carter kicked his pants off and Olivia wrapped her fingers around his dick and stroked him as she offered a vigorous kiss. He groaned into her mouth and their tongues danced as she took pleasure in her husband’s lust at the idea that his wife had fucked someone else that night.</p><p>“Unzip my dress,” Olivia said as she spun around.</p><p>Carter reached up and carefully pulled down the zipper.</p><p>“Where’s the lingerie?” he asked as he revealed her naked body.</p><p>Olivia let the dress fall to the floor, stepped out of it, and spun around. “Michael kept it,” she said. “He said he wanted to be the only man that fucked me in it. He didn’t even want to give you the chance.”</p><p>“Oh,” Carter said.</p><p>“Were you hoping to fuck me in that pretty little lingerie?” Olivia asked as she found it surprisingly thrilling to know that Michael was the only man that would ever have her in that bodysuit.</p><p>“It would have been fun,” Carter said.</p><p>“Were you hoping to fuck me in it tonight?” she asked.</p><p>Carter nodded.</p><p>“Are you disappointed that Michael’s the only man that will ever fuck me in that lingerie?” she asked.</p><p>“No,” Carter said. “It’s…I don’t know, it’s kind of hot.”</p><p>Olivia smiled and reached between her legs. She pushed two fingers into her pussy and moaned.</p><p>“Join me,” Olivia said. “I want to masturbate with you.”</p><p>Carter smiled and practically leapt into bed with her. His fingers were around his cock the moment his head hit comforter and Olivia moved closer as she continued to pleasure her pussy.</p><p>“He fucked me all over the hotel room,” she said. “He fucked me on the bed. He fucked me in the bathroom. He fucked up against the window. He fucked me against the door so people in the hallway could hear me moaning. He fucked me in the shower. If I close my eyes it’s like I can still feel him inside me.”</p><p>Carter moaned and Olivia kissed his chest and neck as she felt an orgasm approaching.</p><p>“Do you like hearing that?” she asked. “Do you like hearing that Michael fucked me any way he wanted?”</p><p>“Fuck, yes…Olivia, I do,” Carter said between heavy breaths. “Did you cum? Did he make you cum?”</p><p>“Yes,” Olivia said before a gleeful smile exploded across her face. “I came so hard, Carter. I came so fucking hard.”</p><p>Olivia had experienced a stunning orgasm while Michael took her from behind, the first time that had happened in her life. He’d rubbed her clit while fucking her with great power and the orgasm would have knocked her over if Michael hadn’t held her up and it hadn’t been her only climax of the night.</p><p>“It was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Olivia said.</p><p>Carter groaned and cum exploded from the head of his cock. Olivia moaned in delight as she saw the proof of her husband’s pleasure spill from his cock. She kissed him and sucked on his tongue as her orgasm arrived, ripping through her body and bringing a smile to her face.</p><p>Olivia rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling as she felt little ripples of pleasure running from head to toe.</p><p>“When is Michael coming back?” Carter asked.</p><p>“Three weeks,” Olivia said.</p><p>She cuddled up with Carter, avoiding the drops of cum on his stomach and resting her hand on his chest.</p><p>“Will it be okay if I see him again?” she asked.</p><p>“Absolutely,” Carter replied.</p><p>The fact that they were even having the conversation was, in a way, crazy, but Olivia couldn’t ignore her desire for what Michael offered and it seemed that Carter was on board, so there was no reason not to have the fun she’d begun to crave.</p>