Lena is Felt Up at a Party

This story is Part 2 of the series "Unravelling Lena's Hotwife Desires". Please read the previous stories before reading this story to appreciate Lena's transformation into Jack's hotwife.

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It was a fantasy she harboured for quite some time. However, last night, Jack managed to get his wife Lena to confess her most secret fantasy. Normally shy in bed, so shy she wasn't even comfortable using the word "cock", she finally confessed to having had fantasies about fucking faceless strangers with big cocks - cocks that were bigger than his.

As compensation, over the years of his marriage, he had made extra effort in bed with the hopes that everything else he did would satisfy his wife. He would use foreplay extensively - gentle kisses, sucking on nipples, finger fucking and licking her pussy, before finally fucking her with his modest tool. Last night, when she finally confessed her fantasy to him after much egging, Jack knew in that moment, no matter what else he did, he could never compete with a man who possessed a bigger better cock.

In the middle of their lovemaking, at the height of arousal, Jack had asked if she have had any fantasises. Reluctant to answer at first, in fear of making him jealous or hurting his feelings, Lena finally relented. "Yes, I do. I have fantasies that involve other men.

"Do you really want to know? Ok, Jack. I admit. Their cocks are usually significantly longer than yours, dear." With her free hand, she had traced above Jack's cock just how long. With a teasing smile, "Not necessarily that much thicker, but definitely longer. Like, several inches longer."

Lena had said what she said without malice, but the words brought forth a mix of emotions within Jack. He was initially overwhelmed, even stunned, but then his curiously gave him courage to find out more.

"Lena, would you like to fuck someone other than me? Perhaps someone with a bigger cock, who can satisfy you in ways I cannot?"

It was a confronting question! Now well into the night, Lena recalled, after he had cum on her face and she had cleaned up, they snuggled in bed like newlyweds. Both still naked, he had hugged her tightly and she felt his warmth. He was perfect in every way. Yes, he didn't have a big cock, but a big cock wasn't everything. The sex with her husband was adequate, good sometimes, but never bad.

After sex, Jack had fallen asleep quickly from exhaustion. He was drained mentally and physically. A lot had happened during their short session. As Lena laid awake, she wonder if their sex talk was simply talk. Was is simply fantasies brought into the bedroom between husband and wife to increase stimulation?

She was left alone with her forbidden thoughts, painfully aware that despite the mental and physical stimulation, she had yet to orgasm. Every bit of her still felt incredibly horny and alive.

Soon, Lena found her mind wandering and began fantasising. It didn't take long at all for her body to quickly respond. She felt the familiar tingling between her legs and her breath quickening, as her excitement grew. However, as the shape of her imaginary man started to form, she also wondered if it was wrong to compare her husband to her fantasies.

The fantasy itself as vivid. Her hands involuntarily moved downwards and she could feel the warmth spreading between her legs. She moaned softly as she touched herself. The image of her big cock lover appeared. He had a big muscular frame. He was someone stronger and bigger than her husband. She could almost imagine the feeling of fullness as his cock entered inside her.

Lena couldn't stop herself. She let out a soft whimper. She bit her lip and tried to stay quiet desperately, but the moan came out nonetheless. It felt wrong, she knew that, but the thought of this stranger was so tempting it was difficult to stop.

She wondered whether she was being disloyal to Jack. Was thinking considered cheating? Would he ever feel threatened by her desires? How could a man face knowing his wife fantasised about other men?

Yet, Jack didn't seemed angry earlier when she revealed her fantasy. In fact, he had never looked hornier. So much so, Lena recalled how he had asked her the most taboo of all questions. How could a man ask his wife to fuck another man, even if it was just fantasy talk?

The lover in her head was tall and masculine. He had broad shoulders with well defined abs. Confidently, her lover had approached her as she laid on the bed she shared with her husband. He was so confident, that she found him irresistible. He stood at the foot of the bed completely naked. His cock was long, thick and hard. It was pointing like a pole straight at her pussy.

Lena heard herself moan softly at the sight, her eyes scanning her lover's torso down to his manhood. Involuntarily, an image of Jack had flashed in her mind and she couldn't help but notice how much bigger her fantasy lover's cock appeared compared to her husband's. 

A fleeting thought passed by - she had reminded herself reality often failed to live up to expectations. Perhaps this obsession with size wouldn't last forever. Maybe it was just a phase, driven by her biology. After all, it's natural for a beautiful young woman to be turned on by a man with all the important characteristics that defined a man. Jack was everything else she desired in a partner. Intelligent, kind, considerate... she loved him wholly, completely. He was her husband.

"Oh fuck me hard," she whispered to herself, "Fuck me deep and hard."

She spent some time in her bed as her husband slept, imagining her lover's cock fucking her in vivid detail. Every so often the image of her husband's smaller cock would flicker in her mind. The thick member would stretch her pussy tightly, reaching deeper than her husband ever could. In her fantasy, she had rode her lover's cock long and hard, all the while in the real world, finger fucking herself feverishly in rhythm.

"Your cock is so big. It feels amazing," she whimpered.

Her fantasy became more intense. Her fingers moved faster. Her breathing quickened. Her hips started buckling. Her body begged for release. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to stay in control, to prolong the sensations. However, the pleasure was too much and she cried out as her orgasm erupted within her body. Through it all, her fingers worked furiously as she rubbed herself to intensify her release. Unable to stay quiet, her moans echoed through the room.

It was a powerful orgasm, probably a sum of the arousal from her earlier session with Jack and also her big cock fantasy. She gasped loudly, biting her lower lip to stifle her scream so as not to wake her sleeping husband.

She couldn't deny the thrill she got from the thought of being taken by a stranger. The power exchange, the taboo nature of such an encounter, it all seemed irresistible. But most importantly, the ideal of a bigger cock promising greater satisfaction was intoxicating. What would it be like to actually give in to her desires? To allow herself to be taken by a man whose sole purpose was to please her? Wouldn't Jack be incredibly jealous? Could this actually happen?

Jack laid next to his wife. He did not say anything. He did not move. He did not react. He merely observed silently as his wife brought herself to satisfaction. He was sure she did not know he was awake, that he witnessed her actions.

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Dusk cast its warm embrace upon the couple, the sun setting behind the city skyline visible through the expansive windows of their luxurious hotel suite.  Now, a week later, Lena was in the hotel with Jack on a weekend getaway. Jack suggested they spend some quality time together after a hard week at work to reconnect. In many ways, she was relieved to spend some time with Jack. During the week, neither made any mention of the last weekend's revelations. Lena wondered if it was simply pillow-talk between husband and wife during an intense lovemaking session. 

Did they really mean it or was it pure fantasy? It many ways it was awkward. She decided not to delve too deeply into her own thoughts regarding the matter, instead focusing on the daily routine.

For Jack though, things could not have had been more different. Throughout the week, Jack could not keep his mind away from the idea of his wife, firstly admitting to fantasising about fucking bigger cocks, and secondly the possibility of her actually doing so in real life. He barely got any work done as he couldn't concentrate.

To make matters worst, his colleague at work, Brian, was announced as the company's best sales assistant last month. He had burst into Jack's office happy as happy can be and had wrapped his strong arms around Jack hoisting him in the air.

"Jack, we have to celebrate. You and your lovely wife are both invited over my place next weekend. Some of the other folks from sales will be coming." Brian asked, "Bring your lovely wife, we'll party my bonus away. What do you think buddy?"

Truthfully, Jack wanted some alone time with Lena. He wanted to find the right moment to talk to Lena again about her fantasies. He found it had deeply consumed him all week, wondering how she really felt about sex with him, why she fantasises and whether she really wanted to fuck someone for real.

The uncertainty drove him wild with passion. The more he thought about it, the crazier it felt. Often he was agitated at work and his sleep was restless. He knew he needed to confront her directly and express what he really thought at some point.

"Ok, Brian. Sure, we'll come to your place," Jack had heard himself respond. It was this exact moment when Jack decided a weekend getaway would be perfect for continuing exploring the boundaries of their newfound revelation. They didn't live far from Brian at all, but Jack thought a hotel overnight stay would take them away from their routine.

"What should I wear, darling?" Lena had asked innocently without noticing anything off about Jack as she was getting ready for the evening. She pulled out a red dress from her luggage, slipped it on and had modelled it for him. It was a short red dress he had seen her wear before. The hem of the dress barely covered her petite ass. It was that short.

"Anything comfortable," Jack said absentmindedly, not paying attention to the clothes discussion.

Instead, his mind drifted back to their conversation a week ago where he confessed how he was willing to let his wife fuck another man, if it meant satisfying her needs. Even though he tried to repress the feelings of envy and jealousy, there remained a lingering excitement about the prospect of seeing her with another man and watching her beautiful body succumb to some other cock. He was torn between possessiveness that comes from being a husband, yet also yearning to witness her pleasure under another man's touch.

Now at the luxurious hotel suite, standing in front of the mirror, Lena gazed at her reflection. She accepted how she looked tonight. The deep red hue of her short dress accentuated her milky complexion and brought out the luminosity of her light brown hair. Admiring her appearance, she couldn't resist running her hands along her curves, enjoying the way the silky fabric caressed her skin. With each movement, her anticipation increased, turning her thoughts towards the evening ahead. To complete the look, she laced up her high heels.

Jack had emerged from the bathroom with a towel, still dripping wet from his shower. He watched his wife open the curtains after getting dressed. As she reached up, her short red dress rode up her tiny back, exposing the lacy black underwear barely covering her ass. He hoped that the setting tonight at this hotel and at Brian's might inspire further conversations about their fantasies and desires. Seeing his wife standing in front of the window, appreciating the view, he walked over and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Brian texted me his address. We should get going," he informed her casually.

Lena smiled at Jack warmly, letting her arm slide across his chest briefly before moving to dry her wet palm against his towel. He stepped closer to her and placed his arms around her waist. Glancing downwards, he noticed the outline of her nipples through the thin material of her dress. His heart began racing and immediately his blood rushing southward.

The mere sight of her, dressed provocatively in that sexy red number, sent waves of lust coursing through his veins. Unable to control his impulses, he kissed her neck, whispering words of affection, wanting nothing more than to consume her whole.

"You look stunning tonight. That red dress is so sexy."

Her breath quickened, sensing the rising temperature of his embrace. Looking up, Lena found Jack's lips and he gave her a passionate kiss, all the while pressing himself closer against her body.

Jack pushed Lena against the window, holding her close with one arm, his free hand wandering dangerously near her exposed thighs. He teasingly ran his thumb along the edge of her dress, causing her to quiver involuntarily next to him. She responded instinctively, reaching down to cup his growing erection within his wet towelled confines. She stroked it slowly with deliberate intent.

Jack, unable to contain his passion anymore, broke their kiss, needing air.

Breathlessly, he spoke, "Do you remember our conversation last week, baby?" He asked with hesitation, fearing how Lena may react.

Lena said nothing but her cheeks flushed as red as her dress, signalling that she knew exactly what her husband was referring to. She remembered discussing her fantasies about having sex with different men, and she recalled feeling guilty afterwards. Yet, she acknowledged there were aspects of it that left her curious, particularly the concept of trying something new outside their marriage. Absent-mindedly, she continued rubbing Jack's cock through his towel. He was hard as rock, obviously aroused. 

"Remember how we talked about trying... things?" he asked gingerly. Her heart raced faster as memories of their recent conversation flashed in her mind. She could feel the heat from her husband building inside her as they stood together, enveloped in the silkiness of the room.

Lena, overcome with nervous anxiety, swallowed hard. "Yes..."

He continued softly, afraid to voice his desires aloud. He didn't want to push Lena beyond her comfort zone, but the thought of another man pleasuring her intensified his longing even more. It's a strange feeling, being jealous and wanting something so not normal for a married couple.

"Let's try something tonight." He paused for a few seconds, mustering courage to ask, "Would you like to experiment, sweetheart?" He held his breath, praying for her answer.

She looked up at him with curiosity mixed with caution in her eyes. "Jack, you are so naughty," she said with a gentle and playful slap to his face.

"What kind of experiment? By experiment, do you mean having me fuck someone at your friend's party tonight?" she asked cautiously, trying to assess his seriousness and perhaps calling his bluff.

"Something new... different..." he replied carefully, trying to phrase it just right.

Lena bit her lip nervously, processing the response, still unsure. 

Feeling her hot breath, he murmured into her hair, "That's why I suggested we spend the weekend here - so we can explore these desires of yours properly." He could sense her apprehension, but it only fuelled his own hunger. He nibbled playfully at her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She looked him deeply in the eyes, found the gap in his towel, and wrapped her hand around his manhood, stroking his erect cock.

"Can I be honest with you, Lena?" he asked tentatively. "Of course, Jack, you know you can tell me anything," she answered, looking straight into his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he started explaining his feelings. "Ever since you shared your fantasies, I have been thinking about them constantly. Every time I look at you, I picture you with in bed with some man. I can't get the image of him pounding his big cock in you." His heart raced, his voice cracking as he admitted what had been consuming him this part week.

"Just so you understand - I don't expect you to actually sleep with anyone tonight. I'm not sure if I can even deal with something like that, or if I even truly want it. But, perhaps, observing you interact with someone, maybe if you flirted with him, maybe... that would allow us both to satisfy our curiosities."

"And maybe..." he continued, "If you were comfortable, you could do something, like flash him your panties or something. Maybe, I could pretend I didn't see. I don't know, but watch you from across the room." As he spoke, he let his hands fall to her sides and gently lifted the hem of her short red dress up. He lifted them just above the bottom of her thong-covered pussy and slipped his hand under.

He found her clit and slowly rubbed it with a finger. Her pussy was soaking wet, alive with desire. She moan as he rubbed and in response, she stroked his hard cock with more intent. 

His face was flushed with shame as he voiced his desires, but Lena listened, frozen except for her stroking hand, as her husband painted an impossible scene. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice trembling.

Between moans, she whispered hoarsely, her heart hammering wildly "So you want... me to flirt... with another man... and you want to watch?"

He nodded fervently, and with a determined glint in his eye, added, "Only if you feel comfortable doing it, honey. Just give it a try."

Lena closed her eyes momentarily, processing the gravity of this situation. Despite the taboo nature of the request, she felt drawn to the thrill of acting upon her hidden desires. Releasing her hold on his cock, she slid her fingers along his wet torso.

"Alright, but no promises. Only if I am completely comfortable, agreed?" Lena negotiated with her husband, testing the waters. She wanted to ensure she could trust her boundaries, while also finding excitement in potentially stepping beyond them. This arrangement allowed her to test her limits without committing to anything drastic.

Feeling empowered by the potential excitement this scenario offered, Lena gave Jack a seductive smile. Slowly, she moved away from him, knowing full well how much he loved watching her walk. The slow sway of her hips drew his attention immediately. His gaze followed every curve, drinking in the sight of her.

The red fabric stretched tantalisingly across her rounded breast and accentuated her already enticing curves. When she bent forward to "fix" the straps of her high heels, giving him a perfect view of her derrière encased in its skimpy black lacy thong, he almost lost control.

"Do you mean flashing like this honey? If you're uncomfortable, honey, you should probably say so now," she told him earnestly, her lips pursed together in determination. "Can you really handle this?" she warned him.

As she turned back to face him, Jack saw the fire burning brightly behind her eyes. It was a reflection of her inner turmoil and perhaps even her eagerness to explore her desires. For Jack, this is starting to feel partly about satisfying his own perversion and partly about helping Lena fulfil her own needs.

"Or do you mean flashing like this?' she said as she bent forward and low this time, giving Jack full view of her cleavage and semi-covered breasts. 

"Yes," Jack gulped. "You can take things slowly and see where they lead. We can stop any time," he said reassuringly.

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The couple arrived at Brian's party a little late. After that conversation, Lena had gotten to her knees in the hotel and brazenly whipped off Jack's towel. He wanted to protest they were going to be late, but he wasn't going to refuse the offer of a blowjob. She had taken his cock into her mouth, running her wet tongue along the underside of this shaft.