<p><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="75865907" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Olivia stepped into the closet and surveyed her growing collection of lingerie. It made her think of Michael, the man that had unlocked a heretofore unknown part of her sexuality. She took a moment to marvel at how quickly her sex life had changed and then banished thoughts of the other man from her mind. Tonight wasn’t about Michael. It was about Carter.</p><p>Olivia had made a mistake. She’d neglected her husband. She’d been so focused on the pleasure of being with Michael that she hadn’t shown Carter the affection he deserved. It had been nearly two weeks since they’d spent any intimate time together and he’d expressed his frustration with the lack of contact between them. Olivia was going to remedy that. She’d already done her hair and makeup in the style Carter liked and she was going to put on the kind of lingerie that thrilled him and show her husband that she still cared for him with a sensual seduction. She was going to make love to him. She was going to ensure that the night was about him, not Michael.</p><p>Olivia settled on a delicate, light purple babydoll that made her breasts looked spectacular. She knew that a babydoll was Carter’s favorite style of lingerie. He’d go crazy for it. He liked how delicate and feminine they looked on her. Michael liked the bolder, sluttier style of lingerie. He liked the kind that was unquestionably meant to make Olivia look like she was there for his pleasure, like her body was his to ravage as he desired.</p><p>Olivia caught herself eyeing the lingerie Michael enjoyed and forcefully dragged her mind away from thinking about him. She felt the tingle of desire between her legs. She knew that’s why she couldn’t stop dreaming of the older man that had opened her mind to the many pleasures of sex. He’d unlocked a kind of need that Carter couldn’t meet, which is likely why Olivia had neglected her husband for two weeks. She’d been so focused on seeing Michael again – their next night together was still a week away – that she’d forgotten that Carter needed pleasure too.</p><p>After putting on the babydoll and a matching pair of panties Olivia stepped into a simple pair of three inch heels, made sure everything looked right in the mirror, and headed towards the living room to lure her husband into his seduction.</p><p>“Carter, darling, would you mind joining me in the bedroom?” Olivia asked as she stood at the edge of the living room.</p><p>Carter turned and a giddy smile broke across his face as he jumped to his feet. “Absolutely,” he replied.</p><p>Olivia walked away and put a little extra sway in her hips. She wanted the babydoll to move a little. She wanted it to brush back and forth against her ass to draw Carter’s attention.</p><p>He caught up to her at the bedroom door and wrapped his arms around Olivia from behind. His lips planted soft kisses on her neck as his hands moved to her breasts to play with them through the thin, soft fabric of her babydoll.</p><p>“You look incredible,” he said.</p><p>Olivia spun around and reached up to unbutton Carter’s shirt. “It’s all for you,” she said. “I wanted to apologize for being a little neglectful. You deserve better than that. You’re my husband, after all, and you’re a good husband. You take good care of me. You give me everything I need.”</p><p>Michael entered Olivia’s mind. He gave her what Carter couldn’t. He fucked her like her husband couldn’t. He had the big cock and the dominant attitude that Carter didn’t have, and as it turned out Olivia needed that to achieve the heights of sexual pleasure she now craved. In a way, though, Carter gave her that by allowing Olivia to be with Michael. He could have said no. It would have been perfectly reasonable for a man to refuse his wife’s desire to sleep with someone else.</p><p>“I’m sorry I complained,” Carter said as Olivia took his shirt off. “You’re so good to me. I shouldn’t have.”</p><p>Olivia reached up and gently pressed her finger against his lips. “Shhh,” she said. “You shared your feelings with me, Carter. There’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. You were just being honest, and a good marriage is built on honesty and communication. Now I’m giving you what you need.”</p><p>Olivia unbuttoned and unzipped her husband’s pants as they shared a kiss. Her tongue happily darted into his mouth and he moaned in response as she freed his cock. Carter stepped out of his pants and their kissing continued as his hands found her waist and moved down to grab her ass and give it a good squeeze.</p><p>“I want you in my mouth,” Olivia whispered before sinking to her knees in front of Carter. She wrapped her fingers around his wonderfully stiff cock and looked up at him. “I want to suck your cock, baby.”</p><p>The look of delight on Carter’s face was exactly what she was hoping for. Before their trip to New York, Olivia wouldn’t have talked that way. It wouldn’t have occurred to her to talk that way. Now it jumped to mind immediately.</p><p>Olivia took him in her mouth and Carter closed his eyes and groaned. She wondered if her husband understood that Michael was to thank for his wife’s newfound oral skill, and for her willingness to give head.</p><p>As much as she wanted to keep Michael out of her mind, she couldn’t. In a way it was more pleasant to suck Carter’s far smaller cock, but there was something a little less exciting about it. She didn’t have to open her mouth as wide and she didn’t have to deal with any jaw pain, but it didn’t carry with it the same kind of arousal as when she went down on Michael.</p><p>Again Olivia tried to push Michael out of her head. Try as she might, she couldn’t quite do it. He was there in the back of her mind. It was like he was whispering to her that there was a reason she still saw him every time he came to town. There was a reason she dressed up in whatever he wanted. There was a reason she now owned naughty lingerie that she wore just for him. There was a reason she owned tighter, sexier clothes than she’d ever owned before. </p><p>“Olivia, holy shit, this feels incredible,” Carter said, bringing her back to reality.</p><p>Olivia swallowed her husband’s cock and he groaned. His pubic hair tickled her nose and again Michael popped into her head. He wanted her to be able to deepthroat, and while she couldn’t yet swallow his cock, she could take Carter’s with ease.</p><p>“You deserve this,” Olivia said as she looked up at her husband and stroked his cock.</p><p>She swallowed him again. Her mouth moved up and down his shaft with great vigor and she used her tongue to offer pleasure.</p><p>Once Carter looked to be in a place of wild desire Olivia let his cock fall from her mouth and stood. She took him in her hand and stroked his cock slowly and sensually. “I want you inside me,” she said. “I need you inside me.”</p><p>They kissed and Carter moaned into her mouth as she teased the head of his cock with her fingers. She noted that she’d become quite good at making a man feel pleasure and again Michael popped into her head. He was the person that had showed her how to do that. He was the person that had filled her with the need to do that. Carter hadn’t inspired that, not in the way Michael had. He made her feel a genuine desire to give him pleasure, which meant she had to work at getting better with his cock. She suspected he didn’t recognize it, but Carter was lucky that Michael had enhanced her sexual skills.</p><p>“I want to be on top,” Olivia said. “I want to make you feel good. I want you to lie there while I take you inside me and make you feel so good.”</p><p>Carter’s face lit up with delight. Olivia knew he wasn’t used to her talking like that. Their sex life had largely happened in the missionary position before she’d met Michael and she rarely exhibited any kind of sexual confidence. Mostly she was happy to get naked when Carter was in the mood and mostly she found it pleasurable. Michael showed her that sex could be so much more, though. He opened her mind and her body to pleasures she never imagined possible.</p><p>“Get in the bed,” Olivia said with a smile.</p><p>She watched Carter hop into the bed and lie on his back. He turned to her with a giddy smile on his face and for just a moment Olivia felt disappointed. It was in part because of how unimpressive Carter’s cock looked as it stood at full attention. It was in part because it wasn’t Michael in their bed. As much as it pained her to admit it, Olivia knew it wouldn’t feel as good to sit on her husband’s cock, and it wasn’t just because of his size. It was because Michael turned her on more. It was because looking down at the dominant older man was somehow far more pleasurable than looking down at Carter as she rode him.</p><p>Olivia wanted to have sex with Carter, though. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to see that look of joy on his face as she took him into her pussy. She wanted to see that look of bliss when he came inside her. It wasn’t that she’d come to loathe having sex with her husband. It was just that sex with Michael was better. It was the first time she’d truly confronted that reality, but there was no question it was true. Michael fucked her better than Carter did. He fucked her much better than Carter ever had.</p><p>Olivia straddled her husband and leaned down to kiss him as she gently ground her hips over his crotch, teasing his cock with her panty-clad pussy and sucking on his tongue. She kissed his neck and moaned as he grabbed her ass and gave it a good squeeze.</p><p>“Feel my pussy,” she whispered.</p><p>Carter’s fingers pushed into her panties and slipped into her pussy. She was soaked. He didn’t need to know that her wetness was at least in part because she couldn’t stop thinking about Michael.</p><p>“You’re so wet,” Carter said.</p><p>“I want you,” Olivia said. “I want you inside me. I want to feel your cock in my pussy.”</p><p>Carter smiled as he played with her clit. Olivia moaned for him. It felt good. It felt spectacularly good. It would have felt better if Michael’s cock was inside her, but it felt good.</p><p>He pulled his hand out of her panties and Olivia pulled them aside. She took his cock and placed it inside her. She sat down, taking every inch of her husband’s cock with ease. Olivia put her hands on his chest and began to ride him. She bounced hard on Carter’s cock and he unleashed a series of wonderfully lusty moans.</p><p>“Does my pussy feel good?” Olivia asked.</p><p>“It feels so fucking good,” Carter said as he reached up to play with her breasts in the sheer lingerie. “Does my cock feel good?”</p><p>“It does,” Olivia answered. “Your cock feels so good, baby.”</p><p>Olivia wasn’t lying. It did feel good to be having sex with her husband. It felt good to be on top of him. It felt good to have him inside her. It just didn’t feel anywhere near as good as when she fucked Michael. She wasn’t going to say that, but it was true.</p><p>Olivia sat up, arched her back, and threw her head towards the ceiling. She rode Carter like she enjoyed riding Michael. She closed her eyes and an image of the man she’d been fucking popped into her head. It was as if she could feel Michael beneath her. It was as if he was the one in her bed. She moaned louder. She moved her hips faster over her husband’s cock.</p><p>“Does it feel as good as when you’re with him?” Carter asked.</p><p>Olivia opened her eyes and fell forward. She moved her pussy up and down Carter’s cock as she studied his face. She didn’t want to lie to him but she didn’t want to ruin the sex, either.</p><p>“Don’t think about him,” Olivia said. “Just think about me. Just think about how good it feels to be inside me. Just think about cumming in your wife’s pussy.”</p><p>She saw Carter get caught up in her dirty talk. He grabbed her ass and fucked his cock up into her while she kissed his neck and moaned.</p><p>“Do I fuck you as good as he does?” Carter asked.</p><p>Olivia hesitated. She worried about hurting his feelings. She worried that if Carter heard the truth he’d feel like less of a man or that he’d agreed to something disastrous in letting her have sex with Michael. Lying and saying it felt as good seemed like a mistake, though. It seemed like it was going to set the table for problems in the future. She couldn’t do it.</p><p>“Tell me, Olivia,” Carter said. He seemed to be lost in a place of arousal. She couldn’t tell, but it seemed like he wanted the truth. “Do I fuck you as good as Michael does?”</p><p>“No, you don’t,” Olivia whispered.</p><p>Carter grabbed her ass harder and fucked his cock up into her pussy at a remarkable pace. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room. He was aroused. He liked her answer.</p><p>Olivia leaned closer and kissed his neck. She moaned like she was experiencing the purest sexual pleasure and whispered, “It’s not even close. Michael fucks me so much better than you do.”</p><p>The sound that came from her husband was something she’d never heard before. It was like he was expressing a level of sexual satisfaction he’d never experienced before.</p><p>“I wish it was him inside me right now,” she whispered. “I wish it was Michael’s big cock that was fucking my tight little pussy right now instead of yours.”</p><p>“Fuck!” Carter cried out as he thrust his dick into Olivia and climaxed. He squeezed her ass rhythmically and pleasure washed across his face in waves. It seemed like a particularly potent orgasm and it brought Olivia great joy to have helped her husband reach that level of satisfaction.</p><p>“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.</p><p>“I really did,” Carter answered. “Did you?”</p><p>“Very much so.”</p><p>“You didn’t cum, did you?” Carter asked.</p><p>Olivia reached up to caress his face, kissed him softly, and said, “No, I didn’t. I’d like to masturbate, though. Will you help me with that?”</p><p>“Of course,” Carter replied.</p><p>Olivia lifted her pussy off of him and rolled onto her back. She slipped a finger into her pussy to pick up a little bit of Carter’s cum as lube and lifted the babydoll over her breasts.</p><p>“Kiss my breasts,” she said. “Play with them. Make me feel good.”</p><p>Carter’s lips moved to her nipple and he offered her the stimulation she craved. Olivia closed her eyes and thought of Michael. She thought of the last time they’d had sex and the way he’d taken her from behind and made her cum. Not long after she had the orgasm she craved.</p><p>“Thank you,” Olivia said before pulling Carter’s lips to hers for a kiss.</p><p>“Trust me, it was my pleasure,” he said.</p><p>They didn’t discuss what they’d talked about during sex. They didn’t discuss the fact that she hadn’t cum during sex. They simple cuddled together, which was how Olivia wanted it. If Carter needed to talk she’d be there for him, but it seemed so much easier to simply enjoy the pleasures they’d experienced, at least in the moment.</p><p>Maybe Carter was changing too. Maybe he was okay with embracing a different kind of sex life. Only time would tell.</p>