Curiosity Awakened
Ten years of marriage hadn’t been unkind to Beth, but lately, she found herself craving something more. At thirty-two, she was undeniably beautiful, with thick blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, bright hazel eyes, and a body that turned heads—a voluptuous figure with large, firm breasts, wide hips, a toned bubble butt, and a slender waist. But despite her physical allure, her marriage to Matt had grown stale.
Matt was… fine. He was kind, dependable, and deeply in love with her, but his blandness had worn on her over the years. At thirty-three, he was lean and wiry, with a forgettable face and a nervous energy that contrasted sharply with Beth’s growing confidence. And then, there was the issue of their sex life.
From the beginning, Beth had known Matt wasn’t well-endowed. His 3.5-inch erection had been a source of embarrassment for him since their first time together. She had reassured him then that size didn’t matter, that their connection was what was important. But after over a decade of the same lackluster intimacy, Beth couldn’t deny it anymore. She wanted more.
It started with small changes. Beth joined a local gym, partly to stay in shape but also to escape the monotony of her life at home. She loved the way working out made her feel—strong, energized, and desirable. She began wearing tight-fitting leggings and cropped tops to the gym, her curvaceous figure drawing appreciative glances from men and envious stares from women.
Matt noticed the changes right away. “You’ve been spending a lot of time at the gym,” he remarked one evening as she slipped into bed beside him, her skin still glowing from a shower.
Beth shrugged, her lips curling into a faint smile. “It’s good for me. Makes me feel good about myself.”
Matt frowned, his eyes lingering on her toned legs. “You’ve been dressing… differently lately.”
She laughed softly, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know,” Matt mumbled, averting his gaze. “Tighter clothes. Showing more skin.”
Beth rolled her eyes, leaning back against the pillows. “What’s wrong with that? I’ve worked hard for this body, Matt. I’m proud of it.”
He didn’t respond, but Beth could sense his discomfort, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.
At the gym, Beth’s confidence grew with every passing day. She began to notice the way the men’s eyes followed her, the way they lingered on her curves as she moved from one machine to the next. At first, she pretended not to notice, but soon she found herself enjoying the attention.
One man in particular, a tall, muscular trainer named Jake, had taken a special interest in her. He often stopped to chat with her during her workouts, his compliments delivered with an easy charm that made her cheeks flush.
“You’ve really been making progress,” Jake said one afternoon as Beth wiped sweat from her brow. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks,” Beth replied, her smile widening. “It’s been a lot of work, but I feel great.”
Jake’s gaze lingered on her for a moment too long, his dark eyes trailing down to her tight leggings. “It shows,” he said, his voice low.
At home, Matt noticed the changes in her demeanor. She seemed happier, more vibrant, and more distant from him.
“Did something happen at the gym today?” he asked one evening as she stood in front of the mirror, applying makeup before heading out with friends.
Beth shrugged, slipping into a form-fitting black dress that hugged every curve. “Not really,” she said casually. “Why?”
Matt shifted uncomfortably. “You seem… different lately.”
Beth turned to him, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly. “Different how?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered. “You’re getting a lot of attention. From men.”
Beth smirked, tilting her head. “And that bothers you?”
“I just… I don’t understand why you need that kind of attention,” Matt admitted, his voice tinged with insecurity.
Her expression hardened slightly. “I’m not doing anything wrong, Matt. Maybe you should ask yourself why it bothers you so much.”
As the weeks went on, Beth found herself dressing more provocatively, both at the gym and out in public. Tight dresses, plunging necklines, short skirts—she loved the way they accentuated her figure, the way men couldn’t help but stare. It made her feel powerful in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
Matt, on the other hand, grew more insecure. He hated the way other men looked at her, the way Beth seemed to enjoy it. He found himself withdrawing, unsure how to confront the growing distance between them.
One night, as Beth stood in the bedroom mirror adjusting her strapless bra, Matt couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Why are you dressing like that?” he asked, his voice strained.
Beth turned to him, arching an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“You know what I mean,” he said, his cheeks flushing. “Like you’re… trying to show off.”
Beth crossed her arms, her expression cool. “Why shouldn’t I? I work hard for this body, Matt. I deserve to feel good about myself.”
“You’re my wife,” Matt said quietly. “Why do you care so much about what other men think?”
Beth sighed, her tone softening slightly. “Maybe because it feels good to be noticed,” she admitted. “To feel wanted. Don’t you want me to feel good about myself?”
“I do,” Matt murmured, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”
Beth’s lips twitched into a faint smile, but she didn’t respond. Deep down, she knew Matt’s insecurities were justified. For the first time in years, she felt truly alive, and she wasn’t sure she could ever go back to the way things were before.
Beth stood in front of the bedroom mirror, carefully curling her blonde hair into soft waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless—smoky eyeshadow that accentuated her hazel eyes, a rosy blush that highlighted her cheekbones, and bold red lipstick that made her lips pop. She looked stunning, and she knew it.
Tonight was the first time she was going out with her new gym friends, a group of women she’d recently bonded with during workouts and post-session smoothies. They’d invited her to a local club for a girls’ night out, and Beth had eagerly agreed. It was something she’d never done before, not in the entire decade she’d been married to Matt.
She pulled on a short, tight black dress that clung to her every curve, its plunging neckline revealing a tantalizing amount of cleavage. The hemline barely grazed the tops of her thighs, and her heels added height, making her legs look impossibly long. She adjusted the dress in the mirror, smiling at the way it hugged her body.
As she grabbed her clutch, Matt entered the room, his eyes widening when he saw her.
“Are you really wearing that?” he blurted out.
Beth turned to face him, her smile fading. “What’s wrong with it?”
Matt’s cheeks flushed as he struggled to find the words. “It’s… it’s really revealing. Don’t you think?”
Beth rolled her eyes. “Matt, it’s a club. What do you expect me to wear? A turtleneck and jeans?”
“I just…” Matt hesitated, his voice dropping. “Don’t you think it’s going to attract attention?”
Beth crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “So what if it does? I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just going out with the girls, Matt. You’re being ridiculous.”
“But—”
“But nothing,” Beth snapped, grabbing her purse and striding toward the door. “I’m not going to stay cooped up at home just because you can’t handle the idea of other people looking at me. Grow up.”
Matt opened his mouth to respond but stopped himself, his shoulders slumping in defeat as Beth walked out the door, her heels clicking confidently against the floor.
“Don’t wait up,” Beth shouted as she left.
The club was loud and packed, the bass of the music vibrating through Beth’s chest as she and her friends pushed their way to the bar. Her dress had done exactly what she’d expected—it turned heads the moment she entered. Men’s eyes lingered on her curves, their gazes appreciative and filled with desire. It made her feel alive.
After a round of drinks, Beth and her friends made their way to the dance floor. The music was intoxicating, and Beth found herself swaying to the beat, her body moving freely and confidently.
It wasn’t long before men began to approach her. One by one, they asked to dance, and she didn’t say no.
The first man placed his hands lightly on her hips as they moved to the rhythm, his touch sending a thrill through her. The second was bolder, his hands trailing along the curve of her waist as he leaned in close to speak in her ear.
“You’re incredible out here,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
Beth smiled, feeling a rush of confidence as she let herself relax into the moment. Another man, tall and muscular, joined her next, his hands sliding over her lower back as they danced. She didn’t stop him, didn’t pull away. She liked the attention.
The hours slipped by in a haze of music, laughter, and lingering touches. By the time Beth glanced at her phone, it was well past midnight.
“I should get going,” she said to her friends, her cheeks flushed and her heart still pounding from the excitement of the night.
Matt was sitting on the couch when Beth walked through the door, his arms crossed and his expression dark.
“You’re still up?” she asked casually, slipping off her heels and setting her clutch on the counter.
“Yeah,” Matt said tersely. “Waiting for you.”
Beth sighed, rolling her eyes. “Matt, it’s late. Can we do this tomorrow?”
“No,” he said sharply, standing and turning to face her. “I want to know how your night went.”
Beth raised an eyebrow, her tone turning defensive. “It was fine. We danced, we had a few drinks. What’s the big deal?”
“Did you dance with men?” Matt asked, his voice tight.
Beth hesitated for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, so what?”
Matt’s face reddened. “So what? Beth, you’re married. Do you not see how that’s a problem?”
“It was just dancing, Matt,” she snapped, her hazel eyes narrowing. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”
“I’m your husband!” he shouted, his frustration boiling over. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me? You’re out there dressed like that, dancing with other men, and I’m stuck here wondering what the hell is going on!”
Beth crossed her arms, her tone icy. “Maybe if you weren’t so insecure, this wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Insecure?” Matt scoffed. “Beth, since all of this started—since you joined the gym, started dressing like this—we haven’t had sex. You don’t even touch me anymore!”
Beth’s expression softened slightly, but her frustration remained. “Matt, I’ve been feeling good about myself for the first time in years. I’m not going to apologize for that. And I’m not going to let your jealousy ruin it.”
“But what about us?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Don’t I matter to you anymore?”
Beth sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Of course you matter to me, Matt. But I can’t be responsible for your insecurities. You need to figure that out on your own.”
With that, she turned and headed for the bedroom, leaving Matt standing alone in the living room, his heart heavy with jealousy, frustration, and confusion.
Over the weeks following her girls’ night out, Beth’s confidence grew into something unshakable. The gym had become her sanctuary, a place where she felt strong, desired, and empowered. Each morning, she slipped into tight leggings and sports bras that showcased her curves, knowing full well the effect she had on the men who watched her. Their lingering gazes, their compliments, even their bold attempts at flirtation—they all fed into the hunger growing inside her.
It wasn’t just about the attention anymore. It was about the realization that she had spent so much of her life denying herself. She had married Matt young, chosen stability over passion, comfort over exploration. But now, at 32, she couldn’t ignore the ache inside her, the longing to experience what she’d never dared to before.
Her nights were restless. She lay in bed beside Matt, staring at the ceiling, her mind drifting to fantasies she couldn’t control—fantasies of being with a man who could overwhelm her, fill her in ways Matt never could. She felt guilty for the thoughts but also liberated by them.
One night, as Matt snored softly beside her, Beth made a decision. She would talk to him. Not just about her dissatisfaction, but about her need to explore this part of herself.
Beth spent the next few days rehearsing the conversation in her mind, turning the words over again and again. She didn’t want to hurt Matt, but she couldn’t suppress her needs any longer. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about embracing who she was, reclaiming the parts of herself she had buried over the years.
She knew she would have to be confident, firm, and compassionate. Matt was insecure, especially about his size, and she would need to tread carefully. But she couldn’t sugarcoat the truth.
One evening, as the two of them sat at the kitchen table after dinner, Beth decided it was time. She had dressed simply, wearing a casual but flattering tank top and jeans that hugged her figure. Her tone was calm but resolute as she spoke.
“Matt,” she began, her hazel eyes meeting his.
He looked up from his phone, sensing the seriousness in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
Beth took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to talk to you about. Something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”
Matt set his phone down, his brows furrowing. “Okay…”
She hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “You know I love you, right? That I care about you and everything we’ve built together?”
“Of course,” Matt said, his voice uncertain.
Beth nodded, her hands fidgeting slightly before she stilled them. “But… there’s something missing for me. Something I’ve been trying to ignore for a long time.”
Matt’s expression darkened. “What do you mean?”
Beth leaned forward, her tone soft but unwavering. “I’ve been feeling unsatisfied, Matt. Physically. Sexually.”
His face flushed, and he immediately averted his gaze. “Is this about… my size?”
Beth sighed, reaching across the table to take his hand. “Partly,” she admitted. “But it’s not just that. It’s about me. About what I need to feel alive, to feel fulfilled. I’ve spent so much of my life settling, trying to convince myself that I didn’t need more. But I do, Matt. I need to feel more than what we’ve had.”
Matt pulled his hand away, his voice cracking as he spoke. “So what are you saying? That I’m not enough for you?”
Beth shook her head firmly. “This isn’t a rejection of you,” she said. “This is about me. About embracing who I am and what I need. I need to experience more, to feel more. And yes, part of that is being with a man who can… give me something you can’t.”
Matt’s jaw tightened, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I can’t believe you’re saying this,” he whispered.
“I’m saying this because I care about us,” Beth said, her tone remaining calm. “I could’ve kept this to myself, but I didn’t want to lie to you. I don’t want to lose what we have, Matt. I want to keep you in my life, but I need this. For me.”
“How am I supposed to live with that?” Matt asked, his voice trembling.
Beth reached out again, her gaze steady. “Because this doesn’t change how much I love you. You’re my husband, my partner, and I want you to be part of this journey with me. But I can’t keep ignoring what I need. It’s not fair to either of us.”
“So what happens now?” Matt asked, his tone bitter.
Beth’s expression softened, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I want us to work through this together,” she said. “But I need you to trust me. To understand that this isn’t about pushing you away—it’s about finding myself.”
Matt sat in silence, his face a mixture of shock, hurt, and confusion.
“I know this is hard for you,” Beth said softly. “But I need you to think about what I’m saying. I don’t want to hurt you, Matt. I just… I can’t keep denying who I am.”
That night, as Beth lay in bed staring at the ceiling, she felt a strange mix of relief and trepidation. She had finally voiced the truth that had been eating away at her for months. It hadn’t been easy, but it had been necessary.
Beside her, Matt lay stiffly, his back turned to her. She knew he was struggling, but she also knew that this was only the beginning. Her journey wasn’t just about physical fulfillment—it was about reclaiming herself, about stepping into the woman she had always been meant to be.
And no matter how difficult the road ahead might be, Beth was determined to walk it.
Beth’s transformation was complete, and she wasn’t shy about flaunting it. She started wearing tighter, shorter clothing both at home and at the gym. Her wardrobe now included tiny booty shorts that barely covered her toned, rounded butt, cropped tank tops that clung to her full breasts, and plunging necklines that left nothing to the imagination.
Matt’s discomfort was palpable every time she walked past him. Her confidence radiated, and she seemed to take pleasure in his inability to look away.
One evening, Beth came home from the gym, her skin glistening with sweat, her figure accentuated by the tight black shorts and sports bra she wore. She caught Matt staring as she bent over to untie her shoes, the curve of her backside leaving him flushed and tense.
“You like what you see?” she teased, straightening and stretching her arms above her head, her breasts straining against the fabric.
Matt swallowed hard, his voice cracking. “Beth, this… this has to stop.”
Beth raised an eyebrow, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “What has to stop?”
“You’re parading around like this, teasing me, and then denying me,” he said, his voice rising with frustration. “I’m your husband. I can fuck you, Beth. I can give you what you need.”
She leaned against the counter, sipping her water, her hazel eyes glinting with amusement. “Can you, Matt?” she asked, her tone calm but cutting.
“Yes!” he said adamantly, stepping closer. “I can be dominant. I can take control. Just let me show you.”
Beth smirked, setting her water bottle down. “Go ahead,” she said, crossing her arms. “Show me.”
Matt hesitated, his confidence faltering as he reached for her waist. He pulled her toward him awkwardly, his hands trembling slightly as he pressed his lips against hers. Beth didn’t resist, but she didn’t respond either, standing still as he tried to take control.
After a few moments, she pulled back, her expression cold. “Is that it?” she asked, her voice dripping with disappointment.
Matt’s face burned with humiliation. “Beth, please. I can do this. I can—”
“No, Matt,” she said firmly, cutting him off. “This isn’t you. You’re trying to be someone you’re not, and it’s not working.” She stepped back, leaving him standing in stunned silence.
Beth’s gym routine brought her into contact with more and more men, and her confidence made it easy to draw their attention. One man in particular, a tall, muscular personal trainer named Adrian, had caught her eye. His charm, his confidence, and the way he looked at her with unhidden desire made her heart race.
She had been flirting with him casually for weeks, testing the waters, and it was clear he was interested. One evening, after a particularly playful exchange at the gym, Beth made up her mind. Adrian was the man she wanted to experience, the man who could give her what she had been longing for. But first, she had to tell Matt. Not for permission—she didn’t need that—but because she believed in being upfront about her intentions.
That night, as Matt sat on the couch flipping through channels, Beth walked into the room, her presence commanding his attention. She was wearing a short, silk robe that tied at the waist, her toned legs on full display. She sat down across from him, her expression calm but serious.
“Matt,” she began, folding her hands in her lap.
He looked up, immediately sensing the weight of her words. “What is it?”
“I’ve made a decision,” she said, her tone steady. “There’s someone I’ve been seeing at the gym. His name is Adrian. He’s strong, confident, and… well, he can give me what I need physically.”
Matt’s eyes widened, his face pale. “What are you saying, Beth?”
“I’m saying that I’m going to go on a date with him,” she said firmly. “And if things go well, I plan on having sex with him.”
Matt shot to his feet, his voice rising. “You can’t be serious! You’re my wife!”
Beth stayed seated, her expression unflinching. “I am serious, Matt. And this isn’t up for debate. I’m telling you because I respect you enough to be honest, not because I’m asking for permission.”
“You can’t do this,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. “Beth, please. We can work on this. I’ll try harder, I’ll—”
“Matt,” she interrupted, her tone softening slightly. “This isn’t about you trying harder. This is about me. About what I need to feel fulfilled. I’ve tried to ignore it, tried to push it down, but I can’t anymore. I need this.”
“How can you say that?” he asked, his voice breaking.
Beth stood, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “This doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” she said gently. “But I’ve spent too long denying who I am, denying what I want. This is about embracing myself, Matt. And I want you to be part of this journey with me, but I won’t sacrifice my happiness.”
Matt stepped back, his eyes filled with pain. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he said quietly.
“I understand,” Beth said, her tone kind but resolute. “But I’m going on that date, Matt. And I hope, in time, you’ll come to accept it.”
With that, she turned and walked toward the bedroom, leaving Matt standing alone in the living room, his thoughts racing as he tried to process what had just happened..
The evening of her date with Adrian, Beth seemed more radiant than ever. Her excitement was palpable as she laid out her beauty essentials on the bathroom counter, the scent of her floral perfume wafting through the apartment. She hummed softly to herself, her energy light and carefree.
Matt, sitting on the edge of their bed, watched as Beth moved between the bathroom and the closet, her confidence practically glowing. She wasn’t even bothering to hide her preparations from him.
Beth emerged from the bathroom in a lacy black thong and a matching bra that pushed her ample breasts up perfectly, accentuating her already stunning figure. The straps of the lingerie hugged her toned waist, the thong leaving her round, firm butt fully on display. Matt’s breath caught in his throat—he hadn’t seen her in something so provocative in years, and the sight was both thrilling and devastating.
She crossed the room casually, rifling through her dresses. “What do you think, Matt?” she asked, holding up two options. One was a short, form-fitting red dress with a plunging neckline that would leave little to the imagination. The other was a sleek black dress, backless and with a hemline that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs.
Matt swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to process the moment. “You’re really asking me?” he croaked, his voice strained.
Beth turned to him, tilting her head. “Why not? You’ve got good taste,” she said with a small smirk, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
He gestured weakly at the black dress, his chest tightening as he spoke. “That one,” he muttered, his voice trembling.
Beth examined it in the mirror, holding it against her body. “Good choice,” she said brightly, tossing the red dress back onto the bed.
Matt’s heart pounded as he watched her move. The sway of her hips, the curve of her body—it was intoxicating. After months of being denied any affection, seeing her like this, so exposed and so unattainable, was driving him crazy.
“Beth,” he said suddenly, his voice cracking.
She glanced at him through the mirror, adjusting the straps of her bra. “What is it, Matt?”
“Don’t do this,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. “Please. You don’t have to go out tonight. We can… we can work on this, together.”
Beth turned to face him, her expression soft but resolute. “Matt, we’ve already talked about this. I need this. It’s not about you—it’s about me.”
“But I love you,” he said desperately, standing and taking a step toward her. “I can do better, Beth. I’ll do anything. Just don’t go.”
Beth sighed, crossing her arms under her chest. “Matt, I hear you. I really do. But this isn’t about you trying harder. It’s about what I need. And I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“Please,” he said, his voice breaking. “We haven’t been together in months. I miss you. I miss us.”
Beth’s expression softened slightly, but her resolve didn’t waver. “Matt,” she said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll always be a part of my life. But I’ve made up my mind. I’m going.”
Matt’s desperation hit its peak. He stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached for her waist.
“Beth,” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal and longing. “Please, let me make love to you. Just… give me a chance.”
She froze for a moment, her hazel eyes narrowing as she studied him. For a brief second, she almost looked amused.
“Matt,” she said softly, her tone filled with pity. “This isn’t about you. You know that.”
“But I can give you what you need,” he said, his voice rising with desperation as he leaned in to kiss her. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her close as he pressed his lips to hers.
Beth didn’t resist, but she didn’t reciprocate either. After a few seconds, she gently placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back.
“Stop,” she said firmly, her voice steady.
Matt’s face crumpled with humiliation. “Beth, please…”
“No, Matt,” she said, stepping back and crossing her arms. “This isn’t going to fix anything. You’re trying to reclaim something that’s already changed. And you need to accept that.”
He stared at her, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Beth sighed, turning back to the mirror. “I need to finish getting ready,” she said, her tone dismissive.
Matt sat back down on the edge of the bed, defeated, as Beth continued her preparations. She slipped into the black dress he had chosen, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. She added a pair of strappy heels that made her legs look impossibly long, then applied the finishing touches to her makeup.
As she gathered her clutch and keys, she turned to Matt one last time.
“I know this is hard for you,” she said, her tone softer now. “But I need you to trust me. I’ll be back later.”
And with that, she left, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she walked out the door.
Matt sat in silence, the image of her in her lingerie burned into his mind, his body aching with unfulfilled desire. He knew he couldn’t stop her, but the ache of watching her leave—dressed for someone else—was almost too much to bear.
The atmosphere at the upscale bar was buzzing, the dim lighting and soft music creating the perfect backdrop for Beth and Adrian’s first official date. Adrian was magnetic—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding confidence. His eyes never left hers, making her feel like the only woman in the room.
Beth reveled in his attention, her body humming with anticipation as they laughed, shared drinks, and flirted openly. His compliments were bold, his hand brushing her thigh under the table, sending shivers up her spine. By the time he leaned in and whispered, “My place?” she didn’t hesitate.
Adrian didn’t waste time once they arrived at his apartment. He pressed her against the wall, his hands exploring her curves as he kissed her deeply, his lips demanding and hungry. Beth melted under his touch, moaning softly as he gripped her hips and pulled her closer.
The contrast was stark—Adrian was nothing like Matt. He was rough, assertive, and unapologetic in his desire for her. When they made it to the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed, stripping her dress away to reveal the lingerie she had so carefully chosen.
“God, you’re perfect,” Adrian growled, his eyes devouring her.
Beth gasped as he slid into her, his size overwhelming her in the best possible way. He took her with an intensity she had never experienced, his hands pinning her wrists above her head as he thrust deeply, filling her completely. She cried out his name, her body trembling as he pushed her to the edge again and again.
For the first time in years, Beth felt truly alive. Adrian’s raw strength, his stamina, the way he handled her—it was everything she had been yearning for and more.
While Beth was out, Matt sat alone in the living room, staring blankly at the TV. His mind was a storm of jealousy, fear, and helpless arousal. He couldn’t stop imagining what Beth might be doing, who she was with, and how much she was enjoying herself.
He hated the thought of her in someone else’s arms, but at the same time, the idea of her being desired, of her experiencing something he could never provide, sent a confusing pang of excitement through him.
The hours dragged on, each one heavier than the last, until he finally heard the sound of her key in the door.
Beth walked in with a glow that couldn’t be ignored. Her hair was slightly mussed, her makeup smudged just enough to hint at what she had been doing. She slipped off her heels and set her clutch on the counter, her hazel eyes meeting Matt’s as he stood from the couch.
“Hi,” she said softly, her tone almost apologetic.
Matt’s chest tightened as he took in her appearance. “You’re back,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
She nodded, walking over to him and placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Matt, sit down,” she said, her tone soothing.
He obeyed, sinking onto the couch as Beth sat beside him, her hand still resting on his arm.
“I know this was hard for you,” she began, her voice kind but firm. “And I want you to know that I appreciate you trusting me.”
Matt didn’t respond, his eyes searching hers desperately. “Did you… enjoy it?” he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Beth hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes,” she said honestly. “I did.”
“Did you…” Matt’s voice trailed off, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. “Did you sleep with him?”
Beth sighed, squeezing his arm gently. “I did,” she admitted. “And I need you to hear me when I say this—it was something I needed, Matt. It wasn’t about replacing you. It was about finding a part of myself that I’ve been missing.”
Matt’s stomach churned, but he couldn’t deny the way her words affected him. He hated the jealousy, the hurt, but there was also a strange, undeniable arousal simmering beneath it all.
“Do you want to know about it?” Beth asked, tilting her head slightly.
Matt hesitated, his throat dry. “I… I don’t know.”
Beth leaned closer, her voice dropping to a soft, sultry tone. “I think you do,” she whispered.
Beth leaned back on the couch, her body relaxed and glowing with satisfaction as she watched Matt squirm in his seat. The tension in the air was palpable, his jealousy and arousal practically radiating off him. She smirked slightly, reaching over to place a hand on his thigh.
“You’ve been so patient,” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing. “I think you deserve a little reward.”
Matt’s breath hitched as she slid her hand further up, pressing it gently against the bulge in his pants. It had been so long since Beth had touched him, and the mere contact of her fingers sent a shiver down his spine.
“Beth…” he whispered, his voice trembling.
She didn’t answer, instead unzipping his pants and freeing his small, throbbing erection. Her lips curled into a faint smirk at the sight of it—barely 3.5 inches, hard and aching. “You’re so excited,” she said, wrapping her thumb and two fingers around him in a loose grip. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Matt nodded quickly, his body trembling under her touch.
Beth’s strokes were slow and deliberate, just enough to keep him on edge as she leaned in closer. “Do you want to know about my date?” she asked, her tone casual, as though they were discussing the weather.
Matt hesitated, his cheeks flushing. “I… I don’t know.”
Beth smirked, tightening her grip slightly. “I think you do,” she said, her voice lowering. “Let me tell you all about it.”
She began stroking him again, her pace maddeningly slow as she spoke.
“Adrian was incredible,” she began, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “The moment we got to his place, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He pressed me against the wall, kissed me so deeply I could barely breathe, and ran his hands all over my body. He said I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.”
Matt whimpered, his hips jerking involuntarily.
“And then, when we got to his bedroom…” Beth trailed off, her smile turning wicked. “He undressed me so slowly, like he was unwrapping a gift. He told me how perfect my breasts were, how much he loved the curve of my hips.”
Her hand moved faster now, her fingers teasing as she kept Matt just on the edge.
“When he took me, Matt,” she continued, her tone turning dreamy, “he was so big. So thick. I felt so full. He pinned me to the bed, held my wrists down, and fucked me so hard I couldn’t stop screaming his name.”
“Beth, please,” Matt gasped, his breath ragged as he struggled against the overwhelming arousal and humiliation.
Beth chuckled softly, her strokes slowing again. “Do you want me to make you cum?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied his flushed face.
“Yes,” Matt pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please, Beth. I need it.”
Her smirk widened. “Not so fast,” she said, pulling her hand away completely.
“Beth!” Matt whimpered, his body trembling.
She leaned back, crossing her legs as she looked down at him. “If you want to cum, you’ll have to do something for me first,” she said, her voice calm but commanding.
“Anything,” Matt whispered, desperation clear in his tone.
Beth spread her legs slightly, her hazel eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re going to lick my pussy,” she said simply.
Matt froze, his cheeks burning. He knew exactly what she was asking—she wanted him to taste her after her date with Adrian. The thought made his stomach churn, but the desperation to feel her touch again overpowered his hesitation.
“Beth… please…” he stammered.
“No begging,” she said sharply, leaning forward. “If you want to cum, you’ll do as you’re told. Otherwise, I’ll lock you back up and leave you like this.”
Matt’s body sagged in defeat, and he nodded slowly. “Okay,” he whispered.
Beth smiled, leaning back against the couch and spreading her legs wider. “Good boy,” she murmured.
Matt knelt between her thighs, his heart pounding as he lowered his head. The scent of her arousal, mixed with the faint remnants of Adrian, made his cheeks burn with shame. Hesitating for only a moment, he pressed his tongue to her slick folds, eliciting a soft moan from Beth.
“That’s it,” she murmured, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Show me how much you want it.”
Matt obeyed, his tongue moving tentatively at first before growing more confident under her soft moans and encouraging words.
“Adrian was so good tonight,” she whispered, her voice sultry. “But this… this is nice too.”
Her breathing quickened as she guided his head with her hands, her hips rocking slightly against his mouth. It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak, her body trembling as she moaned softly, holding his head in place until her pleasure subsided.
“Good boy,” she murmured, releasing him and sitting back.
Matt’s face was flushed, his lips glistening as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and yearning.
Beth smirked, reaching down to wrap her thumb and two fingers around his neglected erection. “Now, you’ve earned this,” she said, stroking him slowly.
Matt groaned, his body trembling as she continued her slow, deliberate pace.
“Adrian made me come so hard tonight,” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing. “Over and over again. Do you know what that feels like, Matt? Of course you don’t.”
Her words, combined with her touch, sent Matt over the edge. He shuddered as his release spilled out in quick, pitiful bursts, his small size making the act almost insignificant.
Beth laughed softly, shaking her head as she wiped her hand clean. “That’s all you had in you?” she teased, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“Thank you,” Matt whispered, his voice trembling.
Beth smirked, standing and heading toward the bedroom. “You’re welcome, sweetie,” she said. “Now, clean yourself up.”
Matt sat in silence, his emotions swirling—jealousy, humiliation, and a strange sense of gratitude.