Awakening Her Needs 2: A Hotwife Beginning Story (Her Needs Series) Read online

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  Copyright © 2015 by C. C. Morian and Blaise Quin

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  AWAKENING HER NEEDS

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  Author’s note

  There have been some wonderful books written about hotwives, those women who have sex with other men with the complete knowledge—and support—of their husbands. Yet most of them start somewhere in the middle, where the couple has already discussed their particular interest for exploration, or may have already had the full hotwife experience. Though some stories tell of the entire idea being suddenly discovered, things tend to move rather quickly toward it becoming a reality, especially in cases where the woman has had a previous history of being with other men before marriage.

  Yet I’ve always wondered: how might this all work if the woman hadn’t been with any man other than her husband? How might she make the transition? And what if the woman had a traditional upbringing, who was always of the mind that sex was only something you did with the man you loved? Would it be possible for a woman like that to undergo a sexual exploration?

  Consider Emily. Somewhat shy, with a traditional upbringing, she fell in love with her high school boyfriend, Justin. Convinced he was ‘the one,’ she dated no other man in college, waiting patiently even as Justin sowed his wild oats elsewhere. He finally realizes what he was missing, and they happily marry, Justin trading off more robust sexual experiences for very traditional sex with the woman he loves. Neither of them even know what a hotwife is. (And if Emily were told, she wouldn’t believe it possible).

  And yet even something as innocuous as a new outfit which draws the attention of other men can serve to set off a chain reaction of events which transform both Emily and Justin. It doesn’t happen all at once—no sudden announcements of “I want to see you with another man” or “I want to have sex with someone else” leading directly to an unbelievable sea change. But rather, a gradual, step by step, totally understandable growth in understanding hidden needs, and more importantly, each other.

  So if you prefer stories which dump you right in the middle of a husband watching his wife with another guy, this one might not be for you. But if you want to come on a journey to see how a woman changes in front of your eyes, to witness an internal awakening and acceptance of her own hidden needs, then read on. You’ll be amazed by how far Emily and Justin are willing to go, and yet, it will all seem so believable, because you’ve been there every step of the way.

  This is the second part of the transformation. I’ve written this story in collaboration with my frequent co-author, Blaise Quin. If you’ve read some other books in the Her Needs series, you may recognize Blaise’s stylistic input, which tends to add more detail around the complex emotions of the husband. I believe this focus and intensity complements my own style and emphasis on the wife. (Blaise will take the lead on Book 3, a story which will simply blow your mind!)

  I urge you to read part one if you want to see how this all started, how the very idea of being with another man even made it into Emily’s head. If, however, you have decided to start here, just keep repeating to yourself: this could be real, this could be real. . .

  — C. C. Morian

  AWAKENING HER NEEDS

  Book Two

  by

  C. C. Morian

  and

  Blaise Quin

  AWAKENING HER NEEDS

  Book 2

  I settled back into the warm sheets, tired but in a good way. It had been a long hard week at work. And yet the minute I had walked in the front door earlier that evening I got a second wind just from seeing Emily.

  She’d been characteristically quiet but uncharacteristically interested in immediate sex, practically dragging me up into the bedroom. Well, giving me a deep kiss and demurely suggesting we go upstairs, and then leading me by the hand. That might not seem like much, but for Emily that counted as dragging me, the equivalent of attacking me the minute I walked in the door.

  Had Emily really attacked me in the foyer I would have immediately worried something was the matter with her. But her obvious interest in sex, and making the first move, was so out of character that all my travel fatigue instantly vanished, my erection poking against my pants even before we got halfway up the stairs.

  Our coupling was gentle, more like the old Emily than the newer Emily, but still more than satisfying; I was riding the high from her initiative. Her newfound interest in the physical part of our relationship still surprised me, not that I was complaining.

  The white noise of Emily’s shower threatened to put me to sleep, my post coital relaxation overwhelming. I vowed to stay awake; I’d been away for almost a week, and though Emily and I spoke every night, I realized she would want to talk before turning out the lights, catch up on the little things, be together.

  My phone buzzed with an email. I might have ignored it, but figured it would help keep my eyes open. It was from Damian, my boss. The man knew his stuff but he was a hard driver, thinking nothing of sending me messages at all times of the day and night, weekends too.

  Review the attached and get back to me asap.

  Typical Damian, to the point, almost demanding. Still, he was my boss, and I was still proving myself to him. He’d given me a new role with lots of responsibility, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

  The attachment was a spreadsheet, the numbers too small to read on the phone, so I transferred it via wifi to the tablet we kept in the night table. I glanced at the spreadsheet and frowned, it was just the detail of a small capital request from engineering on the pipeline project. I thought I had already reviewed that with Damian, and in any event, it wasn’t time critical, we wouldn’t even be at that stage in the project for six months.

  I crafted a quick reply, leaving out any suggestion that Damian might have forgotten. This was the third time that he’d sent me a message the minute I’d walked in the door; if I was a conspiracy nut I would have suspected he was keeping track of me, making sure I didn’t forget my job when I got home. Maybe I’d try to talk to him about it, make a little joke, see how he responded. I liked my job, but I loved my wife; I needed my own space free from work all the time. I brought enough home as it was.

  The interruption had at least given me a bit of a second wind. The shower stopped; I decided to sneak a peek at the baseball scores. The browser opened to a search engine, with search results for ‘asdf’, as if someone had typed random characters in for the l
ast search. With nothing more than idle curiosity, I hit the back button, and discovered another search.

  Now I was wide awake.

  I started going through the history but was interrupted by Emily coming out of the bathroom, extra cute in her pajamas, ready for bed. Her face was scrubbed clean, her skin glowing, her small feet barefoot.

  “I hope that isn’t work,” she said.

  “Just a quick request from Damian. Don’t worry, it’s already taken care of.”

  Emily bit her lip and turned away from me as she finished drying her hair. “He gives you more work that you have to do at home now. You need to have your own space.”

  “That’s funny, I was just thinking the same thing. It’s just Damian’s style, and maybe he’s a little insecure about his new job too, that’s why he’s pushing so hard.” I thought for a minute. “Although come to think of it, I can’t see Damian as the insecure type.”

  “I just don’t want him—I mean your work—to get between us.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m going to talk to him about it.”

  Emily spun around. “What?”

  “I’m going to tell him not to be contacting me at all hours, it’s not like I’m not in the office enough.”

  “Oh.” Emily slowly resumed drying her hair, then stopped. “Maybe you shouldn’t do anything to upset him.”

  “Are you worrying how he might react?”

  “He’s your boss, right? I don’t want him taking anything out on you.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t think he will, but if it worries you I’ll let it go for now. But this better not be the norm later on down the road, I can’t have him taking over my—our—life. No job is too good for that.”

  “No, I guess not.”

  “If it becomes an issue, maybe you could talk to him instead of me, he might respond better.”

  Emily looked up sharply. “Why do you say that?”

  “No reason. I just meant he seemed quite taken by you when you met. You could make a joke about it or something, you know, you could say all the work is keeping me from my husband. Remind him how he talked about wanting everyone who works for him to be happy not just at work but at home.”

  “Let’s not talk about your boss,” said Emily.

  I shrugged. “Okay. I did have something I wanted to ask you, though.”

  Oh, Jason, I’m sorry, I really couldn’t help it—”

  Emily was wide eyed, even from half way across the room I could see her shaking, unable to finish her sentence. Feeling sorry for her I quickly said, “It’s okay, I guess I’m partly to blame.”

  “No, no, it’s not your fault.”

  “I mean, if I hadn’t mentioned it in the first place, you might never have even considered it.”

  Emily’s look turned to one of confusion. “What?”

  I dangled the tablet. “The porn. You’ve been looking at porn, haven’t you?” I kept my voice flat, this wasn’t an accusation, it was more like a teasing flirtation.

  “Porn? Oh, yes, the videos. I guess you caught me!” Emily turned away in obvious embarrassment, but for just a quick moment I detected something else in her voice, like she’d been caught at something. But I guess she had, because to her, looking at porn would be like robbing the cookie jar.

  Pretending to be stern, I said, “Come here.”

  She shyly padded on her bare feet to the bed and stood waiting. She must have known I was joking, but I continued in the same voice, “I guess I’ll have to punish you.”

  Again her eyes widened, and she shifted uneasily on her feet. “Punish me?”

  “For looking at porn without me. What do you think would be an appropriate punishment?” I was trying hard to keep a straight face.

  “I don’t know,” she whispered.

  “Maybe I should make you do something you don’t want to do. Isn’t that what a punishment is?”

  Emily sucked in a breath. She looked so young and innocent, her hair still damp and unbrushed, her eyes bright and a little anxious.

  “What are you going to make me do?”

  I pretended to think about it, enjoying the little game. I must say, Emily was doing a wonderful acting job, nervously pretending to be guilty of some big crime instead of just looking at some risqué videos.

  “I noticed that one of the videos you searched on was for ‘BBC.’ Is that right?”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice so quiet I could barely hear her.

  “Speak up. What were you searching for?”

  “BBC.”

  “I seem to have forgot. What does that stand for?”

  Emily’s lips squeezed shut and she shook her head.

  “You don’t know? You searched for it, didn’t you?”

  A small nod.

  “So what does it mean?”

  “I can’t say it!”

  I couldn’t help but smile, this was my Emily. I didn’t want to make her really uncomfortable, but so far she seemed to be going along. I decided to push it a little more, just to see how she’d react.

  And even though we’d just fucked, I was getting aroused, hearing Emily talk about sex, admit to having watched the porn. And not just porn, but porn featuring big black men.

  “At some point, you have to admit the truth,” I admonished. When she didn’t reply, I said, “For now I’ll just ask you some questions, and you can answer yes or no.”

  Another small nod.

  “Were you having fantasies?”

  “Yes,” she said, reddening.

  “Did they involve a black man?”

  Another curt nod, and although it didn’t seem possible, she reddened even more. If I didn’t know she was embarrassed, I would have thought she was sick.

  “And a woman? A married woman?”

  Emily bit her lip so hard I thought she would draw blood.

  “I’ll take that as a yes. Now tell me, where did these fantasies take place?”

  Her voice tiny, she whispered, “Everywhere.”

  That surprised me. “Everywhere? What do you mean, everywhere?”

  Emily hesitated before replying. “In the bed. In the shower. Even—even when not at home.”

  It wasn’t just my mind that was wide awake now, my erection was pushing against the sheets.

  “You’ve been having a lot of these fantasies?”

  “Justin, I’m sorry, I just can’t help it, I can’t get it out of my mind.”

  “At work?”

  She nodded.

  That it itself was a wild thought. My conservative, hard working wife, thinking about sex in the office. And not just sex, but. . .

  “These fantasies. Are they just about the random men and women in the videos? Or are they about you?”

  Emily’s lip quivered violently. I had my answer. My stomach flipped. Emily was fantasying about other men. Not about me. At work. At home. In bed. Which meant she must have also been—“These fantasies, what did you do?”

  “I—touched myself.” Her voice was again a whisper.

  “Very well,” I said, trying to keep up with the little game, still stunned over her admission. Trying to hide my own confused combination of unease and arousal, I patted the bed. “Come here.”

  Emily lifted the sheet and started to get under the covers. “No, stay on top.”

  She frowned but did as I asked. I could still see her trembling. Not in any kind of fear, but in anticipation. I knew her well enough to tell the difference.

  “For your punishment, you are going to have to show me what you did.”

  “Show you?”

  “Yes. You have to show me the videos you watched, and how you touched yourself.”

  And just like that, Emily burst out crying.

  I wrapped my arms around her, consoling her. I was mad at myself, I’d pushed her too far. It was selfish, I was driven only by my own arousal, and what I had taken for titillation on Emily’s part must have been anxiety.

  “I’m so sorry, Emily. I shouldn’t have done that.”


  She hugged me with more strength than I thought she had. Her time in the gym must have really been paying off.

  “No, no, that’s not it, you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s me.”

  “Shh. There’s nothing wrong with looking at porn. And having fantasies. Even if they are not about me.”

  I felt her stiffen in my arms. So that’s what this was about, she was feeling guilty.

  I felt sorry for her, and was still angry at myself. And yet, a little devil was whispering in my ear, prodding me, arousing me. She’s infatuated with it now, said the little devil. Having sex with another man. She wants it. For real.

  “It’s okay,” I said, not sure whether I was talking to Emily or the little devil in my head.

  Emily hugged me even tighter, her petite body light as a feather.

  “I just can’t help it,” she sobbed quietly into my neck.

  “I won’t mention it any more,” I said. “None of it. Do you think that will help?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Emily, listen to me.” I gently pulled her away so that I could look her in the eyes. “Even though we are married, even though we talk about everything, it’s okay to have a few little secrets. Not secrets, really, just—private things. You don’t have to tell me about your fantasies.” That last sentence was hard; I believed it, but I so much wanted to know what she did fantasize about. “And even the porn. If you want to look at it, just go ahead. You certainly don’t need my permission, but you also don’t need to be embarrassed.”

  My words seemed to have a little effect, she tried to smile. “I know you liked watching the videos with me,” she said between sniffles.

  “You don’t have to do that for me.”

  “I liked doing it with you.”

  “We can do that anytime you want. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine too. I’d rather look at you than some woman in a video.”