It's your choice
Elle makes her husband an irresistible offer.
Elle got out of the shower and picked the soiled dress her husband had bought for her up off the floor. The man she just fucked watched from the bed.
"Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” he asked.
She smiled and considered his offer. Should she spend the night and leave her husband wondering what she was doing until the early morning?
Elle pulled the dress over her head. It was hopelessly wrinkled. It smelled like sex.
“It’s tempting, but I have plans.” Elle wanted to leave him wanting more. Even if she never saw him again she knew that he would go back to his wife and think about what they’d just fone. “Maybe if you play your cards right we can do it again.”
Elle put on her coat and walked out the hotel room door and rode the elevator down the the lobby without a single look backward. It had been 20 minutes since she’d texted her husband a video of their whole encounter. It had been several hours since he had written that he was having second thoughts about sharing her with other men.
Back at home her husband was sick to his stomach and his cock was hard as a rock. The confusing mix of jealousy and erotioc energy was so exhausting that he couldn’t think straight. Right now he hated the fact that he’d urged her — for years — to fuck someone else. For years she demmured. Maybe she’d suspected that he couldn’t handle the reality. Right now he hated his fantasy. After she’s left the house he’d written to her almost immediately that he’d made a mistake—praying that he still had some control over the situation.
It turned out that he’d given up control.
Elle took the fantasy that he’d pushed on her and made it her own. She’d written to him that it was already too late—not because she couldn’t walk away at any time of her own volition—but becasue she wanted to carry it through.
So her husband sat alone on the sofa stewing in the consequences of his actions. He imagined all the things Elle was doing with a stranger in an outfit he’d picked out and a hotel room he’d paid for. He was painfully hard as wife ride another man’s cock. He guitily relieved himself and stewed unhappily in the clarity that comes after ejaculation.
Eventually he texted her “I’m so sorry I made you do this,” but she never replied. She never even read the message.
And then the whole process cycled again. Shame morphed into sexual energy and he couldn’t resist touching himselg again.
After what seemed like hours later she sent him a video the confirmed exactly what she had done. “I gave you want you wanted” it said. “I’m your hotwife.”
The images were so much better and worse than he had imagined. Elle was enjoying herself. She looked amazing. And she begged this stranger to enter her deeply. She demanded he come inside her.
Her husband hated that moment.
Meanwhile, Elle stood in the hotel lobby waiting for her ride and read over her husband’s pleading texts. The messages were unlike the man she had known for more than a decade—the man who was confident and secure in his desires. The last hours had almost broken him even though this is exactly what he had always wanted.
But Elle wasn’t disappolinted in him. She liked the fact that her husband was learning who was actually in control. And she was starting to suspect that he had been was right all along: she felt sexier now than she had at any time since the very beginning of their relationship. She wanted her husband in a way now that she never quite had before.
As her car pulled up to the door she typed out a message “You have a choice: you can be jealous or you can reclaim me.”
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