The Agreement Pt. 03

The Agreement

Pt 3

As I sat there on the toilet, doing my thing while scrolling through tiktok, my mind wandered back to the beginning of our marriage.

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Though Sarah and I had just gotten married, she knew that it was just barely. Thus she was always on her best behavior, especially during the honeymoon. Rather than burn money on going to one exotic locale, I had signed us up for a cruise around the Caribbean. I could put all of the details in of the debauchery that we had visited upon each other, but there is already plenty of free masturbation fodder available scattered across the internet. So, rather than give sordid details, I'll give the broad strokes.

Sarah enjoys sex rough. Like, rough rough. She's a bit of a Masochist, and a good deal of a submissive. However, most of her proclivities are geared toward the bedroom. Myself? I'm a Dominant Personality, as well as a bit of a Sadist. I get off on her pain and vulnerability, due to the fact that she gets off on it. On our honeymoon? We did everything that two people can do to each other sexually within the constraints of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Also, Risk-Aware Consensual Kink. To be fair, I packed a steamer trunk of our favorite toys, which we used in between stops.

While we were in port somewhere, we'd visit sex clubs and the like -- always with the help of a local guide, and me being secretly armed. Yes, I know it's a crime. However, I wasn't going to wind up fish food with my new wife trafficked off to god knows where. So, I kept a snub nose pistol in a quick draw holster at my hip under my too long linen jacket, a pen knife in my breast pocket, and a hold out pistol strapped to my ankle with a hold out holster. I also carried a set of brass knuckles in my pocket just in case.

Needless to say, there was lots to see, and sometimes, we even gave a show. Now, there is something of an exhibitionist streak in both of us, but at that point, neither of us had a desire to be with anyone save each other. So, while we had no problem watching others and getting turned on by it, or even letting people get extremely close in their viewing of us, we just didn't cross that line.

There are a few details I will relay. On the ship, our story of how we had known each other in high school, lost each other, then found each other, and lost each other again only to come out the other side married was a hit. Specifically with the women. They said it read like a romance, and I was hard pressed to disagree, though the details would read more like smut than romance. Off the ship, Sarah would find the nude beaches and show off, with me right alongside her showing off. More than once we were propositioned, both as a couple and individually.

However, one event that sticks out in my mind the most, is when we visited Leather and Lace on Saint Maarten's Island. Leather and Lace was a discreet sex club with an entry fee of 1000 US Dollars. On the outside, it looked almost like your average warehouse. However, once beyond the front office, the interior told why it cost so much. Everything was done up like the most exclusive clubs one would expect in New York, Tokyo, or Paris. There were several themed rooms dealing with all forms of kinks.

The first one we stopped by was the voyeur room. In it, there were two couples engaged in swapping. Even I can admit that the men were handsome, and were dressed in leather vests and chaps. The women were literal goddesses, and were dressed in lace corsets with crotchless panties and fishnet stockings over stiletto heels. One pair was in white, the other was in black. In the gallery, there were 5 other couples besides Sarah and Me, and all were engaged in some form of foreplay or sexual activity.

After about 10 minutes of viewing, Sarah was on her knees sucking my cock, before bending herself over the gallery rail and begging me to take her. I did, and we rutted like animals as we watched those around us fucking, sucking and licking their way toward climax. However, I began to time my thrusting with the set of performers clad in white, guiding Sarah's view to them. As we were synchronized in our actions for the most part, Sarah got even more turned on, and all four of us achieved climax at the same time.

The next room we visited was the exhibition room. It was composed of 8 full sized poster beds on a dais. Me and Sarah took one of the beds, and I lashed her to the posts at the foot of the bed. I whipped, paddled and spanked her before I bound her tits and clamped her nipples. I then forced my cock down her throat, and used the deepthroating as a form of breath control, which brought tears to her face. At this point, the white clad couple had moved to the gallery, and was watching the interplay between myself and my wife.

Now, a detail about Sarah. She gets off not only on the sex, but the pain and control. However, the climaxes are micro in nature. So, all through the time that I am punishing her and forcing her to fellate me, she is cumming. However, it is not fully satisfying, and only serves as a tease or an edge. By the time I took her, she was rearing and ready to go again. Her thighs were coated with her own juices, and there was a very small puddle on the floor between her feet.

I climbed onto the bed, grabbed hold of her hair, and shoved into her at the same time as I yanked her hair back. I was sitting on the foot of the bed, so her body was bowed outward, and with her legs spread the way they were, an onlooker could see everything. At this point, the pair in white walked up, and the man bent the woman over, so that her face was hovering no more than an inch or two from where my cock was thrusting in and out of my wife. I could actually feel the woman's breath on my sac as she was being fucked by her partner.

Once again, our movements synchronized, and the now blindfolded and gagged Sarah only knew that she was being watched very closely. She heard the couple get off, and her own orgasm followed immediately after, the clamping and clutching of her walls around my cock causing me to explode inside of her. Once everything settled down, we vacated the bed, and an attendant appeared to strip down the Play-Safe sheets to replace them with a fresh set. The attendant then disappeared, and I gave the man a nod as I held the still blindfolded -- but now free -- Sarah close to me. He returned the nod, and we went our separate ways.

Getting back to the dressing room, we deposited the toys we had used into the proper bins for sterilization, got dressed, and headed back to the boat. We continued on with our cruise, our lovemaking having obtained a new fervor which neither of us spoke on, but the origins we were both aware of. However, reality set in, and we had to return to our jobs, with the Pandemic breaking out shortly thereafter.

With my business being focused on the IT sector, we contracted out to set up work from home situations for companies, and it grew in leaps and bounds. By the end of the pandemic, all of the staff had earned in the ballpark of a quarter million dollars through the profit sharing measures, and we dominated our little corner of the tri-state area. We had bought out a couple competitors and added them as satellite offices, or repurposed them to all in one bases.

During all of this, Sarah had convinced me to join a play group. She was working strenuous hours, as was I, and we both found we needed to blow off steam. The Play Group was just the right place to do so, as they had collectively secured a moderately sized apartment complex of a dozen units to use as a venue for most of their social activities.

I guess I could say the first sign of trouble was when we met a couple: Jessica and Alecs. They were a decade younger than us, rather attractive, and they were swingers. They were friendly enough, but Jess had her sights set on me, and Alecs had his sights set on Sarah. We had continued to go to the gym over the couple of years we'd been married, and it paid dividends. After one Munch, Sarah and I were laying in bed, and she spoke into the darkness.

"Have you ever thought of going beyond what we did on our honeymoon?"

I lay there a minute, analyzing my thoughts on the question, as well as the question itself.

"I've thought of it. It doesn't interest me. I choose only you every day, as I hope you choose me."

She didn't answer, but rolled in closer to me, and wrapped her arms around me. We fell asleep like that.

A couple of weeks later, while eating dinner, she suddenly put forth another off-topic question.

"Have you ever thought of having more children?"

I nodded to her, and smiled. "I'd like more, but I'm happy with the one we have. He's going to start college in a few weeks. That means we'll be free to do what we want when we want."

At the next social event, Sarah and Jessica are in a serious conversation that I'm watching from across the room when Alecs approaches me.

"Hey bud. How's it hanging?" He says in his normal jovial tone.

"Limp and to the left currently," I replied with a grin. "How about you?"

"About the same." He said, before taking a draw from his beer. "Hey, I have something I want to talk to you about."

I looked him over, before giving him a nod. "Shoot."

"Ok. So, there's no easy way to say this, and because of that I'm going to dive right in." He waited a moment to gauge my reaction, and couldn't get a read.

"So, I'm sterile. Shooting blanks. Me and Jess want a kid, and you guys are our best friends. So, Jess and I were wondering if you could knock her up."

I damn near spat my mouthful of beer out, but wound up half swallowing it. That led to a coughing episode with Alecs pounding on my back and forcing me to raise my hands over my head. Once I got myself under control, after Alecs and myself reassured the nearby onlookers that had turned to watch the event unfold that I was ok, I looked Alecs in the face.

"You what now?" I wasn't going to take another drink of my beer.

"Yeah. I want you to be the donor to our kid. I don't have a brother or anything, so that rules out a biologically linked donor. You're a good fellow, I think I'm a decent guy. Jess is a good woman, and so is Sarah. So, you donate to the cause, and seal our friendship."

I took another drink of my beer once he was done, and studied him for a long moment.

"I'd have to talk to Sarah about it. What hospital would we use for the IVF?"

"Oh. Sarah already knows, and she's all for it." He was smiling. "But no hospital. We'd want it the old fashioned way. While you and Jess were getting the job done, me and Sarah would be spending time together to make everything square."

The bottle stopped in mid-travel on the way to my mouth, and I blinked twice. Then, I turned, set the bottle down, and walked toward the door. Alecs was confused, and Sarah was so engaged in conversation with Jess that she didn't realize I was leaving until the last moment. I heard her call out my name, but I didn't stop. I just walked to my car, got in, and started it up. I could hear her screaming my name as she crossed the parking lot, but I pulled off before she could get to the car.

I hadn't driven a whole block, before my phone started blowing up with texts and calls. I answered each in turn with "Do what you want." before hanging up on them. 20 minutes later, I pulled into my driveway diagonally to block access, made my way into the house, and shoved chairs underneath each of the external doors. Then I poured myself a measure of Woodford Reserve, got out my gun, and took a seat in my recliner.

About 10 minutes later, I saw headlights outside, and a minute after that, I heard Sarah trying the front door. When she couldn't get in even after unlocking the door, she started pounding. I pulled out my cell phone, opened the security app, and cued our doorbell.

"Stop. I am armed. Any further attempts to enter this house will be met with deadly force." I spoke into my phone. Sarah tried to say something, but I cut it off. I then switched between the different external cameras until I caught Jess and Alecs making their way toward the back door. I cued up the speaker there and spoke.

"Do not come any closer. I am armed, and any form of attempts at gaining entry will be seen as an intrusion. You have 1 minute to leave before I notify the cops that I have trespassers."

The pair were looking scared shitless, and even unsure, but after a few seconds, Sarah came around the corner. She was sniffling as she spoke to them.

"He's serious. Sean will shoot. You should leave. I'll camp out in the car."

The two seemed uncertain, but when Sarah insisted, they relented and left. I spoke over the intercom.

"Good night." I then signed off the app, finished my drink, and headed for bed.

The next morning, I called up a locksmith and changed the locks. However, rather than being key locks, they were biometric. I had him install them all through the house, and slave them to my home server, which I controlled through the security app. Sarah just sat in the car, staring at the front door until the process was done.

When the locksmith left, I walked out the door with him, but my destination was for my Monte Carlo SS. I came to a stop at the driver's side door, and she rolled the window down.

"Can I come in now?" she asked in a meek voice.

"Yes. You may. You will only have access to your room, the bathroom, and the common areas of the house."

"What do you mean my room?" She looked up to me, tears in her eyes.

"Well, you now have your own room. You need to decide what you want. This is your one get out of divorce card. You need to go back to your counselor -- our counselor -- and figure out why you thought it was right to even think about this little harebrained scheme, let alone talk with them about it."

I turned on my heel to head back in.

"I'm sorry! I won't --" Sarah started. I cut her off.

"You're damn right you're sorry and you won't do it again. Not if you don't want us divorced. Now, get inside and get a shower." I then walked off toward the house, and my office.

Some people might think that was over the top of me. I view it as making sure my investment of time, energy, and resources wasn't squandered on a woman thinking that she could get away with stupid bullshit like inviting other people into our bed.

For 3 months, Sarah had her own room. She went to counseling twice a week so that she could understand why she did what she did, and why it was wrong in my eyes. We could afford to pay the IVF. We lived a rather utilitarian lifestyle, save for the holidays, vacations, and our once a year splurge day. In my mind, she could have used her Splurge on IVF, rather than a new car or whatever else she concocted in her mind that she needed. To me? This was a backhanded attempt to be allowed to fuck Alecs.

While the counselor didn't state his agreement, he was able to outline my outlook on the whole ordeal with very few words from me based on that statement alone. At the three month mark, Sarah admitted that she had been looking forward to sleeping with Alecs, and that she was wrong for engaging in the conversation with them without me.

Luckily, John had already departed for school, so he had no idea of what was going on, and he had left her cloned phone behind, which is why he had no idea of the goings on in the house. However, that gave me an idea, and I grinned as I wiped, then hopped into the shower to clean myself.

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Once done, I walked into our room, grabbed a pair of boxers, and after putting them on? I headed toward John's room.