The Worm Turns

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.

I do spell and grammar checks and proofread but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.

Please check the tags, don't read it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, they are free and they are just stories.

Best Wishes, Satin

***

I guess you would say my wife Christine was an 'in charge' kind of person; ok more accurately she was 'bossy'. It was in her nature and a career as a teacher progressing finally to Head Mistress cemented that approach. At 45 years old, tall at 5ft 10 inches and long dark hair, she was an attractive woman but did little to enhance her appearance. I was informed life was too busy and if I didn't like it, it was tough! The busy element was true, school life and the associated fund raising activity left little time for much else. Her appearance matched her role... a kind of prim, statuesque look.

She was from a wealthy background and had a large extended family, many were self-employed business owners. They seemed to be involved in all aspects of the area in which we lived, not all of it scrupulous.

Everyone was impressed by her, myself included, she was driven, direct and got things done. That included our relationship, we moved from dating through engagement, marriage and family on her schedule.

It was an on-going joke when she'd say, "David, you know our marriage works better when you accepted I am in charge."

It was a joke, we laughed about it, but that's often how it worked out. I was pretty laid back most of the time and was happy to relax and leave the decisions to her. We had a great life together and I was happy.

That wasn't the problem; my concern was our limited sex life... infrequent would be over estimating it and I wasn't sure if she was even attracted to me anymore. Certainly she was busy, but everything seemed to come before any intimacy, especially work. She rarely instigated sex and didn't seem to get that much from it.

***

My fears were confirmed when I overheard her side of a phone conversation with her best friend Kate:

"Oh you know it's the same old, same old."

"No, it doesn't do anything much for me, but it keeps David happy."

"Yeah once every couple of weeks is enough for him these days."

"God no, there's no one else, I do love him but I'm just not that interested in sex, we've had the kids already and it's hard to fit everything in."

I staggered away, the implications of the conversation slowly filtering into my addled brain. Thoughts bounced around: no desire, attraction or interest! The idea that she was having sex just to keep me happy was gut wrenching. At least she seemed to still love me and there was no one else involved... thank heaven for small mercies.

I tried to act normally, giving myself time to think but she worked out something was wrong, I was definitely quiet and withdrawn and her solution was to get amorous.

"Would you like to take me to bed David, it's been a while."

The words were out of my mouth before I thought about it, "Why... just to keep me happy?"

The shock registered on her face, "What do you mean by that?"

"Tell me Christine, how would you describe our sex life?"

"Its... fine!"

"That's it... just fine!"

"Well yeah, we aren't loves young dream anymore and we have slowed down some."

"So, what would make it better for you?"

"God I don't know, we're passed all the monkey sex aren't we?"

"So that's it then, we just give up! You know I heard you on the phone to Kate the other day, I'd rather not have sex if it's an obligation!"

"Oh my God is that why you've been quiet. It was just girl talk... disparaging guys because you think about sex all the time."

"That is not what it sounded like; it sounded like our sex life was a fucking chore."

The swearing shocked her, "Please... I didn't mean it like that!"

"To be honest when I thought about it, that's how it feels; like it's an obligation and you just lie there waiting for it to be over."

"It's not, come to bed and I'll show you."

"No thanks, you're not really interested; it's not like your work or one of your committees."

There was no intimacy that night or for the next week. The doubts festered in my mind, while Christine slipped back into her usual hectic routine. Our conversations were polite, mostly about the kids. I didn't know what else to say and she appeared to be in the same position. The idea that she wasn't fully satisfied niggled away at me; maybe this stand off suited her, no need to pretend about sex anymore.

She was the one who finally broke the impasse, "Can we talk?"

"Yeah sure."

"I want to apologise for what you heard, I didn't really mean it, you are a considerate lover and I am missing you... I'm even missing the sex."

Her smile faltered when I didn't respond, "Come on David, talk to me."

"I can't erase your words Christine, they were clear enough, this isn't a misunderstanding and I don't know where it leaves us."

"It doesn't change anything; we're still good as a couple. I have tried you know, I've been to the doctors, got my hormones checked, they say I am fine physically."

"Maybe there is nothing to fix then, the reality is your job and everything that comes with it is more important. It's not like I haven't tried to talk to you before. I asked plenty times what would make it better for you. I suggested taking time out and trying new things, but you shut all those conversations down."

"Don't say that... I love you."

"I love you too Christine, but we deserve to spend our lives with someone we are passionate about; it's not healthy to go through the motions or complain behind my back and not talk to me about those things."

"It just easy to talk to Kate, I spoke to her again, she is furious with me and can't believe I hurt you like that. She explained how hard that must have hit you."

"Really, you need your friend to explain that, I am devastated Christine, all this time together... Jesus."

For once her cool in charge façade dropped and she spoke quickly, "I am sorry, I have neglected us and taken you for granted. Things just got busy; the rest of lives are so good, we work together. I am into you like that; I just forgot to show you that's all. I want to try and improve things, in an ideal world what would you like to happen... sexually I mean, what is your biggest fantasy?"

"Shit I don't know, wanting to enjoy sex with your partner shouldn't be a fantasy."

"Come on, talk to me, aren't men's fantasies usually a threesome with another woman?"

I was not sure about admitting any fantasies; it might cause more problems than it solved, so opted for a bland response, "Yeah, I guess so."

"So girl girl... God, typical man! But there is no way I can kiss another woman. Anyway who would be the object of your desire?"

I knew this was dangerous territory and tried to pick someone safe and very distant, "I don't know... Susanna Reid the TV presenter maybe."

She hesitated for a few seconds, "Oh really, you know she looks a lot like Kate?"

Shit, I hadn't thought about that, had I? "Your friend Kate... no way!"

"You two do seem to get along and flirt quite a bit."

I had to get this conversation back on track, "She's nice, I like her but to be honest my fantasies at present involve having a partner I can turn on, who loves sex and desires me. I would love to see that side of... you."

"I am sorry David, I know I am not good sexually, and will try and work on those things, I want to be like that for you, but if I can't, maybe Kate could help us out and fulfil your fantasy."

"You can't be serious; you're suggesting you'd be ok if I slept with your best friend?"

"I certainly don't want it, but if it allows us to stay together maybe I could live with it. If nothing else, it shows you just how serious I am about fixing our problems."

I sighed deeply thinking it was typical of her to take a problem head on and try to 'fix it'. She could be a force of nature once she put her mind to something.

I tried changing tack, "So what's your fantasy, we need to be honest and I'll do anything I can to help improve things."

"Oh I don't know... maybe to be swept off my feet by a tall dark stranger."

"Hey I'm close to 6ft!"

"It's a fantasy, like Heathcliff or a romance novel... all wild, wind swept and interesting as Billy Connelly would say."

"Maybe you do need someone new, someone to get your fires burning!"

"I didn't mean it that way at all. The idea of another man has never seriously crossed my mind; I'll try and work on it with you, including the whole bodice ripping tradition of romantic novels."

Neither of our fantasies felt real, just stereotypes put out there to ease the conversation along without causing too much offence, "I guess both of our fantasies are unlikely. Whatever we do, we should do it together or agree to go our separate ways."

"Please don't say that, I'll do whatever it takes to keep us together."

The conversation left me still feeling uncertain but marginally better. I wondered what she might be like with someone else; maybe that was what she needed after all! She deserved passion in her life, and so did I. Her suggestion of involving Kate certainly had an appeal, she was gorgeous both in looks and personality, but I couldn't realistically see that ever happening.

***

I was surprised when Kate appeared at the door the following day, "Hey David, I came for my date... or is it a threesome; I am just disappointed I ranked behind Susanna."

"Jesus do you guys have to tell each other absolutely everything! Don't even joke about it Kate... I think we are in trouble."

"Of course we tell each other everything... and I know it's serious. You have Christine petrified, she is in full disaster recovery mode and hates the fact it's not all within her control. You do know she's absolutely in love with you, don't you?"

"I know she loves me, but I am not sure she is in love with me, but it doesn't solve the underlying problem."

"Don't be daft, she is worried about losing you, she even hinted at the threesome... for real! She thought I might be able to help you both, like show her what works or something. And just so you know, I would be interested; I've always had a thing for you."

"Thanks."

"What for?"

"Saying you're interested in me, trying to repair my ego, and your right... it's pretty fragile at the moment."

"That doesn't make it a lie. She didn't mean what she said and is gutted she hurt you. This isn't about you David, you are an attractive and desirable man, we both think so! Lots of women aren't into sex and can live without it; it's probably just shit biology or something we can't understand. Maybe we just need to find something that turns her on?"

"The reality is I am at the point of wanting to try anything."

"Hey I am not chopped liver here; you haven't seen me in action!"

I actually felt the blush rush up my neck and face, "I am sure that would be hot, if there is a chance to reawaken something with Christine I'd take it.

Much of our remaining conversation regurgitated the one with Christine, with Kate trying her best to support me and convince me of Christine's intentions.

Our discussion did leave me feeling slightly better, her parting shot made me laugh, "You know that threesome has some appeal, not sure about you but Christine has great tits and a cute butt!"

"I'll give you that one, it's almost funny."

"Who's laughing lover, seriously just give her some time and a chance to fix this, I'll be devastated if you guys don't pull through!"

***

That night I couldn't stop thinking of being with Christine and Kate, it extended into my dreams. I imagined being blindfolded and two sets of hands undressing me; being driven mad wondering who was doing what. One sat on my lap and another stood behind me. I could feel stockings and suspenders on both before some over-sized tits were pushed into my face, that had to be Christine.

Once the blindfold was off, they danced for me and kissed each other. I look across at Kate who smiles nervously before Christine leads her by the hand and beckoned me to follow them to our bedroom. The view of two perfect arses and my wife leading another woman is so erotic. Both of their bodies are stunning, real mature women still in their prime.

I kiss Kate for the first time, her mouth opening for my tongue to explore, whilst our hands wrap around each other. Our kissing becomes constant, both gentle and yet needy.

Their breasts and nipples are close, the way they move is... beautiful. Kate's hand finds my cock which is ragingly hard.

Christine looks at me, "It would be wonderful to see you both make love, I love you both so much and I know you would be great for each other."

My cock twitches in Kate's hand and she let out a giggle. "We have permission, now why not show a girl a good time."

I kiss her again, the sensations wonderful; I can't resist exploring her body with my hands, her arse is firm and pert and she likes me taking a firm grip on it. Her breasts are perfect and utterly irresistible.

The feeling of penetration is exquisite, I ease slowly in making sure she is ok, before backing off and feeding more in each time. By the time I bottom out she is panting heavily and clasps an arm around my neck holding on tightly.

Christine speaks gently, "Oh my, that is so hot; make her feel special David."

I take her, easing into a rhythm as she begins to moan. Christine is still lying next to us but I am completely focused on Kate. I pick up the pace and she responds in kind.

Christine kisses her cheek and strokes her hair, "She's ready now David, fuck her, fuck her hard... make her yours!"

That is the hottest line and the best invite ever. Kate grips Christine's hand tighter as I began fucking her in earnest, giving it to her hard encouraged by my wife. I sense the start of her orgasm and go for it, her legs clamp behind me as she announces that she was going to come. The timing is perfect as I unleash a torrent into her.

I look at Christine with concern... she smiles, "That was really erotic. Now you just have to recover lover because I want my share as well."

I wake suddenly, drenched in sweat and with a huge erection... fuck!

***

After the days of uncertainty and acting tentatively Christine returned to her usual confident and bossy teacher demeanour. I thought it was all forgotten and when we sat on the couch after dinner.

"I talked to Kate about your fantasy; I don't think she is opposed to the idea."

"Woah where did that come from, the fantasies were just idle thoughts. I spoke to her as well, but she isn't serious about it, other than worrying about us and being really supportive."

"I know her better than you; she may be joking about it, but I think she'd go for it. It might be worth considering; I am willing to try anything for you David!"

This was becoming awkward, I wanted to change topic and quickly, "Well what about your fantasy... any wind swept strangers caught you eye?"

"No!"

Her one word denial seemed just a bit too abrupt; I turned to look at her, that prompted her to continue.

"Ok well actually... there is a new teacher who has joined the school. His name is Alex, he's not Heathcliff, but he is tall dark and handsome, I don't know why but he seems interested in me."

This discussion was going from bizarre to ridiculous She really was on a mission to change things, "Oh, and what did he say?"

"He was just nice and full of compliments and you know he... looked at me that way."

"Does he know you're married?"

"Of course, I told him about us. It's probably nothing, I normally wouldn't give him the time of day, but after all our conversations I wondered if it might help to think about that side of things, It's flattering to think he might be interested and it did get me a little worked up. In fact I wondered if you fancied an early night after the kids go to bed."

We made love with passion and desire and I felt better than I had in a very long time. It felt different and Christine certainly wasn't going through the motions, she was a willing and very energetic partner. Maybe we could work our way through this after all.

***

The pattern of Christine telling me about Alex's interest continued, it matched a sustained improvement in our sex lives. His interest in her seemed to keep sex at the forefront of Christine's thoughts. That and the fact she was used to succeeding in whatever she put her mind to.

"Did you see Alex today?"

"Yeah he complimented my figure and said my outfit suited me."

"Well I can't argue with that, the sweater and skirt certainly hug your figure. You're usually in pants and flats; did you dress for him?"

"I... I didn't plan it, but I did want to look nice I guess. He said I should show off more."

"That is... forward, I am surprised you didn't tell him where to go."

"I would have normally, but he said it in such a jokey way, it's hard to take offence with him, he's kind of cute."

She hesitated before continuing, "I have a fund raising meeting with him tomorrow, I am not sure what to wear, I was thinking of trying on some stockings."

She was trying to be casual about it, "That's new, so you think he'd like that?"

"He mentioned nylons being hot; I thought you might like them as well."

"You already know what you want to wear... show me!"

I watched her change and slide the stockings slowly up her long legs. She found a higher set of heels and pulled her skirt back down. They changed the shape of her legs and arse for the better.

"What a transformation, you look stunning."

"Thank you, they do feel good actually, all silky and like I have a secret."

"A very sexy secret but you're playing a dangerous game; you know if he sees them, he's going to think he can have his way with you."

"You just leave him to me, this is for you!"

With that Christine hitched her skirt up, sat back on the kitchen table and spread her legs. I couldn't recall her ever providing such a blatantly sexual invitation. It was long overdue and I wasn't going to reject the offer.

I was hard in seconds tugging her thong aside before ramming into her. She screamed in desire holding on to me. Where our previous improvements were erotic and intense, this was nothing short of frantic. She was moaning and panting hard and telling me to fuck her, which I certainly did.

We lay on the table gasping afterwards, "That was hot Christine, your flirting seems to of had an effect on you."

"Yeah I am enjoying it, it's edgy and exciting and then I get to bring it home to you. I loved what we just did. Does it turn you on knowing that am flirting and thinking about sex more now."

"Well if we can have these results all the time then I'd be happy."

***

It was the quarterly fund raiser event for Christine's school. The great and the good of the community helping out under the guise of having a good party. These were long standing affairs and a thank you to sponsors and businesses for supporting the school.

I thought Christine made a lot of effort and looked stunning in a fitted deep red satin evening dress and matching sling back heels. She was checking her reflection in the mirror when she noticed my attention.

"I can change into something more conservative if you like."

"No need, you look absolutely stunning."

"Aww thanks honey, it is nice to dress up for a change and I know you like that."

She lifted the dress to show me her nude stockings, suspenders and transparent French knickers.

"Oh my God!" I went to grab her.

"Ah, ah, no messing me up, just keep that image in your mind tonight."

We got to the event, making our way in and greeting numerous people we knew; I could see Christine scanning the crowd before focusing her attention on one spot.

"Is that him: Alex...? Jesus Christine!"

"What?"

"He can't be more than 23 and when you said tall dark and handsome, I thought you meant hair."

"He's 27 actually, I am sure I told you and what different does his colour make. I'll go over and say hello, get us some drinks."

I looked on from the bar, he was over six foot, ridiculously good looking, with that confidence attractive people have. Christine walked over and stood next to him, touching his arm; they talked and he inched closer to her, no doubt being able to smell her perfume.

I was watching my beautiful wife flirting with another man. A much younger, handsome and black man, then I remembered what underwear she had on. They continued an animated conversation with lots of laughter; he looked to be captivated by her.

Then suddenly she was back at my side, taking her drink, looking flushed and tentatively asking, "Are we still good?"

"You've been a while."

Her excitement was obvious, "Yeah just saying hello; talking to him as you watched was so amazing, I was nervous and excited... I'll bring him over."

Christine was holding his hand as she led him back across to where I was, "Alex I would like to introduce my husband: David."

I realised I was holding my breath and tried to relax as he spoke, "Hey David, it's great to finally meet, Christine has told me so much about you."

"I hope what she says is good."

"Absolutely, always good, I hope you don't mind me monopolising her time."

We chatted easily enough with Alex paying more attention to Christine and both of them flirting, although he actually seemed like a decent guy. We were interrupted by other people and started making the social rounds separately.

Christine and Alex never seemed far apart during the evening. Then he leant in whispering something into her ear. Laughing at his comment, she placed her hand on his shoulder in quite an intimate gesture. That move felt too blatant in front of people we knew, I felt my stomach tighten.

I went over trying to prevent any embarrassment. Christine seemed almost giddy, and she was absolutely glowing. I dreaded what was coming, this was more than flirting, it was her fantasy in all of its real and horrifying glory.

I felt awkward, not really sure how to deal with this, "I think it's time we were on our way Christine."

She glanced at me nervously, "It's still early hon and we're having a good time, why don't you go and Alex can bring me home... later."

Alex's eyes widened before he added, "I'll make sure she gets home safely, scouts honour."

"Is that okay honey... is it okay if I... stay with Alex?"

Did that statement imply what I thought...? I couldn't believe she'd just said it straight out. My mind was a mess, thoughts of fantasies and Kate flashed through my brain. I tried to swallow the feeling of anxiety and couldn't seem to think coherently.

The silence seemed to stretch an eternity, "I, I... ermm"

She took my arm and led me to a quiet spot in the lobby, "You know I love you more than anything. I want to do this as part of exploring our fantasies and trying things like you suggested. I think that might help us in the long run. Let me explore this and we'll see where it takes us."

She hugged and kissed me and went back into the main room. I was left in a daze unaware of my surroundings. I couldn't recall the drive home or the route I took, but noticed it was 10pm when I got there.

Why hadn't I just said no... fuck! I recalled thinking if that's what she really wanted, it was pointless stopping it. I just had to make some decisions afterward... I mean it probably meant separation or something. I worried about what was happening, replaying Christine's words and the way she said them. The request for Alex to bring her home was really asking me to allow her fantasy, but was it just a date, kissing or more... was it sex?"

It was almost 2 am, when she got in and came up to the bedroom. We looked at each other embarrassed before Christine managed, "Are you ok?"

I shrugged, "Not really."

"You knew I was pursuing my fantasy and didn't stop us when you had the opportunity, I wouldn't have done it otherwise."

"I assume you had sex then, was it everything you hoped for?"

"Tonight made me feel desired and very... sexual; the confidence boost is immense. I have never felt so liberated and empowered. It was exciting, he wasn't Heathcliff on the moors, but it felt like a modern day equivalent of my fantasy. He was respectful and seemed besotted by me which I liked; the whole illicit element added to it. He is young, very... enthusiastic, it helped me explore things and it was easier to let go with him."

She was avoiding the harsh words but had said enough. This just couldn't be real and why hadn't I stopped it, was it an exploration of our fantasies or just a betrayal.

She went on, "I felt guilty, but elated at the same time, I mean it is a fantasy after all. I'm sorry if it was difficult for you, but I think it will help me become the woman you need."

As usual she was railroading me, I was so used to giving her what she wanted and she made everything sound so... reasonable; like it was nothing really and it was still us against the world.

She began undressing as she continued talking casually, "Is there anything that will make it easier babe?"

"Too late for that, at least it's over now."

I couldn't resist watching her slide the stockings off as she remarked, "You know, we could keep going with our fantasies, there is so much more to explore."

"What, why?"

"Well if it makes us both happy and we are honest with each other, maybe we could keep going. I love you more than ever and there is absolutely no threat to us. Isn't this part of what you wanted, a more sexual wife."

"Well yeah but... not like this, not with others."

"Oh I though involving others was one of your fantasies. Ok then why don't we sleep on it, I am totally exhausted, goodnight babe."

With that she turned off the light and jumped into bed.

So much for a one off experience; the idea that my conservative 45 year-old wife had sex with a man almost half her age was preposterous. And she was treating it like something frivolous, maybe that was a tactic to prevent an argument and downplay her actions. I certainly had mixed emotions, anger, frustration, jealousy and alarmingly some... excitement. I squirmed most of the night unable to reconcile all my conflicting feelings.

***

I woke up just as Christine exited the shower. She smiled at me, "I wanted to thank you again for last night, I owe you big time and you deserve a reward, starting now."

She dropped her towel and crawled toward me, eyeing up her rapidly hardening prey. The blow job that followed was immense; she actually seemed to enjoy providing it and was really focused on my reactions. I couldn't recall the last one I'd had from her and she was more than happy to swallow. She certainly wasn't holding back, pulling out all the stops to prove her fantasy night would benefit us both.

After a little time to recover we made love slowly, Christine said she loved the gentle and considerate love making after being ravished the night before. That was just too much information. Despite my curiosity I didn't ask any questions, she'd clearly had a great time with Alex and the details would just be painful to hear.

Afterward she gave a contented sigh, "Well we can safely conclude our sex life is back, you were magnificent."

I wasn't sure and no doubt she'd be comparing me to Alex. I was still trying to understand how something so extreme had happened so quickly. Then again it wasn't quick for them, they had been building up to this for weeks. I wondered if the whole night had been pre-planned, the dress and underwear all seemed to be for him now. She was always a planner, and if she wanted something she'd find a way of getting it.

I was paranoid, having no idea where this might lead, but had to admit our sex life had improved in both frequency and intensity. Being married to a sexually confident woman had its benefits, she was hot and for want of a better expression 'up for it'. That combined with how great the rest of our lives were, meant life was actually really good.

She never directly asked for a repeat of her time with him, but we had endless discussions about our fantasies, and she dropped enough hints for me to know the topic wasn't going away any time soon.

Alex was mentioned in a lot of our conversations, becoming ever more ingrained into our life. I felt uncomfortable about it and asked her about their relationship. She reassured me they were just friends, the same as I was with Kate. On balance I believed her; she prided herself on her honesty and was always forthright.

***

Things seemed to settle until the following quarterly fund raiser came around.

"Alex has asked to take me to the fundraiser. I know they aren't really your thing, so it seems like a good idea!"

I stared at her in disbelief, "That's not the point is it?"

"No David, I guess it's not... I would like to spend some more time with him and see where it goes I think it's good for us, it's just a night out and not a big deal."

I knew it had been coming, it felt inevitable, she clearly enjoyed her time with him and was always going to want more.

"It's a big deal to me and say what it is; you want to fuck him again."

"No it's not that, well not entirely, it's a pursuit of our fantasies."

"This is hardly an equal pursuit of fantasies!"

"I can talk to Kate again if you like, but what I am doing has helped us, its changing my attitude to sex. This can help make sex fun and exciting for both of us! You have to admit sex before was so routine, it used to feel more of a chore. You are the most fantastic husband and this is going to be great for us!"

***

I knew exactly what bra she had on under her silk blouse; it was her padded half cup and pushed her large breasts right up! The look was enhanced by a tight fitting black leather pencil skirt and stiletto heels. They accentuated her figure, her hips might be slightly wider these days but her bum was still a fantastic pear shape. It was way beyond what she would usually try."

"Was the outfit his request?"

"Well, sort of, he asked if I had anything in leather, so I dug this out and was pleased to see it still fits. Do you like it?

"You look stunning!"

"Aww thanks babe, that means a lot to me.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door, "Oh that's him now, I want you to say hello before we go out."

She led him into the living room, I shook his hand before thinking about it as he began to speak, "Hey David it's good to see you again. I wanted to thank you for allowing me to spend time with Christine, she is an amazing woman and I can't wait to get to know her some more."

That sounded like they had discussed a lot more than one more date. Christine seemed oblivious smiling at her lover's polite manners, until she saw my face and lack of response.

"We should go," she said while giving me a quick peck on the lips and whispering, "I love you!"

With that they moved to leave, as she let go of me, he put his arm around her waist possessively and pulled her in closer. He was making it clear that she was with him! She at least removed his hand from her hip but then held on to it, smiling again nervously as they left.

I should have stopped them and had no idea why I didn't. Maybe part of me did want this; my wife was now 'hot' and she'd be coming back to me. I still believed that she loved me and didn't think she had any real feelings for Alex. She was still a fantastic partner in every other way. Could I live with it? If it was me spending time with Kate... would I have rejected that option, especially if Christine knew about it? I doubted that. So was what she was doing too bad? The thought of starting over again and being a part-time parent sent a shudder down my spine.

***

She didn't get back until 4am; I was wide awake but didn't want to talk to her, so feigned sleep. I heard her undress and felt her get into bed, she spooned into me and kissed my back, falling asleep quickly as I continued to stare at the wall.

I couldn't avoid her at breakfast; she sat on my lap and started telling me about her 'amazzzzzing night'.

She attempted a repeat of her seduction, long gone was the frigid wife of just a few months earlier. I wasn't interested and she looked concerned.

"I know this is hard for you and you need some time to adjust, but it won't affect us in the long run. It will just be every couple of weeks and part of the fantasies we are exploring."

"Since when did it become every couple of weeks? This is an affair not an exploration and it seems it's only you doing the exploring."

"Don't be silly, it's not an affair, you know about us and I am just experimenting with things. I know you are jealous but there really is no need, you're the one I love. I need this for now and it isn't forever; after that we can explore your fantasies as well.

For the first time in my marriage I seriously considered leaving her, but I still loved her and there were the kids to think about. It was hard to see a way out without destroying my life and impacting them.

***

Christine started going out with Alex every couple of weeks; my hopes of things fizzling out died. Her outfits progressed, the leather with boots or heels theme continued, no doubt it was what her lover demanded.

I was worried that people would see her out with him on a date, especially dressed like that. That would add to my humiliation; it was surprising that she'd risk that, given that they worked together and she was in effect his manager. I suppose it was a reflection of how invested in him she was.

I considered again what it would be like to break up. A normal divorce would be bad enough, but her family were powerful and underhand enough to destroy me if they chose to do so. I liked 99% of my life... was there a way to let the run it's course and maybe get my fantasy in return? That was the offer she kept dangling; maybe I was being naïve and she was using a typical carrot and stick approach, but she forgot the carrot.

***

Kate turned up at my door while Christine was on another date.

"She's out Kate."

"I know, she told me who with; I wanted to check in on you... any chance of a coffee or better still wine."

"Sure why not... drinking alone is getting tired. I take it she shared all the sordid details."

"I think so, I told her it was madness but she insists on seeing it through."

"She didn't send you over did she?"

"No David, I am here as a friend and can't understand what she is thinking. She mentioned wanting to keep seeing him and I told her she was being selfish, we fell out about it and haven't seen each other much since. Maybe he has some sort of hold on her or is black mailing her, like videos or something."

"I doubt that, she is more than willing."

"She might not be able to resist his dominance or he might just be hung, you know what they say about going black."

"Jesus Kate, I am not sure I could feel lower but that seals it."

"Shit sorry, she did say it was something that she had to pursue."

"Well I've no idea what that means other than sex with another man, I am just about done."

"Don't say that, I am sure she still loves you. You know how she is, always in charge and sorting things; maybe that's what she thinks she is doing, and you usually let her lead and get her own way. She did mention your fantasy but I don't think she was that comfortable with the idea of sharing you. I would be willing to try that though, it might be fun to balance things out."

"I think we're past the fantasy exploration Kate, not that it isn't a pleasant thought but it's not going to fix our relationship."

"What if that wasn't the reason, what if it's because I'd like you, like you a lot actually."

"Thanks for that and thanks for trying with Christine, but I am in no state to mess things up even further."

***

The idea that things couldn't get worse was obliterated by the sight of Alex perched on the couch next to Christine; after I had dropped the kids off at my parents for the weekend. She was back to her bossy best and clearly had decided 'attack was the best form of defence'.

"We need to talk hon, please listen to what I have to say."

"I can't do this Christine, this needs to end, I've had enough."

Christine frowned then spoke sharply, "Nonsense, you wanted me to explore sexually and I am, you have to admit our sex life is better than ever. I feel like I have discovered a new side of me and I like it. Alex gives me something I need and I want to see where that takes me."

My wife looked across to Alex, "Go on up babe, I will be there in a few minutes."

I was totally stunned, she had some nerve. As he went up the stairs, Christine spoke again, "I am not asking anymore, I am telling you what's going to happen. I will continue to see Alex and you are going to have to deal with it.

"What the actual fuck Christine?"

She continued in a softer tone, "David, I've always led our relationship and made the decisions for us. This is a natural extension of that to cover our sex lives and we're already making great progress in resolving the problems you highlighted. I am certain this is right for us. I am not cutting you off and I can't wait until we reconnect."

With that she sauntered up the stairs, I now knew how her scolded pupils must feel.

In a complete daze and losing track of time, the beer I had opened sat there untouched. I should have just walked out, but seemed drawn to the bedroom and the emanating sounds of sex, I wondered what could be so different with him that she would risk everything?

I walked up the stairs not needing to be quiet due to the noise they were making and watched through the open door. I had expected my wife to be following her lovers every instruction in desperation for his big cock. What I actually saw shocked me!

She had her legs wrapped around his head, demanding he clean her pussy as she ground her hips into him. She grabbed his hair and forced him in further. It didn't take long for her to begin moaning in orgasm, her breasts jiggling and hips bucking into him. After a few moments recovery she released him, he must have been almost suffocating as he came up gasping desperately for air.

He recovered slightly with the sound of Christine's voice, "Come on then, get it in again!"

She lay back and spread her legs for him, he moved over her. There was another surprise; he wasn't hung like a donkey! He looked to be about the same size as me, if that!

He was still sucking in gasps air as he mounted her, she lifted her leather boots and dug the heels into the back of his legs as he cried out in pain.

"Remember do me hard and don't you fucking dare cum until you get me off again!"

I was utterly shocked... who was this woman?

Alex began pumping away, their bodies began slapping loudly as he hammered into her, trying his best to follow her instructions of 'harder' and 'give it to me'.

Then her eyes met mine in surprise, "Go away David, this is between me and Alex."

I trailed downstairs totally bemused, but managed to drink my beer this time, then the next three.

Alex walked into the kitchen and sat down looking exhausted, "Wow.... what a woman, she has worn me out! How's it going?"

I just looked at him.

"Yeah sorry, stupid question I guess."

The question was out of my mouth before I thought about it, "Is she always like that with you?"

"What, like domineering... yeah pretty much."

"I've never seen her like that before."

"Amazing isn't she, I'd do anything for her? She likes being in charge and giving instructions. I do as she says and can go at it pretty hard; she likes that as well... a lot."

"This is not a game you know... we have kids!"

Alex paused, "It's not permanent and it's up to her; you do know she loves you, she talks about you all the time."

"So everybody claims!"

Just then Christine walked in and sat next to Alex, kissing him. He broke the kiss and said, "I was just explaining a few things to David about you needing me."

She sniggered, "Well yeah I guess that is true, judging from your performance tonight."

Alex saw my reaction and nudged Christine so she would notice it as well. She stood and walked over to me, "I am sorry babe that was crass. Actually would you like to come up with me and I can show you just how much I love you?"

"Sloppy left overs from your lover, I don't think so!"

The reply seemed to stun her, for the first time she looked, what... hurt, uncertain. Welcome to my world!

Alex filled the awkward silence, "Look I am not a threat, and she isn't going to leave you for me. This is all fantasy stuff, but you're going to have to accept I'm going to get more pussy than you for a while."

"You need to go Alex... now." It was a statement of fact, uttered in a dead pan tone, he really did need to fuck off.

He looked like he was about to argue but a shake of the head by Christine changed his mind.

"I'll get my things, I'm sorry if... I... I'll just go."

Our conversation began again as he left, "Don't turn this into a fight David, I don't want this to come between us. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your support. Alex is right though, this will be easier if you accept things and get used to the fact we are having sex. I don't want to start telling lies or sneaking around."

"It's far too late for that my dear wife. This is a nightmare all of your own making and I'm the victim."

"Don't be so melodramatic, I'm still trying to work things out and how best to involve you, it's difficult balancing everything. You agreed to this, you wanted me more sexual, so don't complain now. It's not fair making me feel like shit because of your petty jealousy! We are exploring our desires and fantasies as you requested, I was perfectly happy before."

"We aren't doing shit, this is your fantasy not mine and you're exploring all by yourself. It barely involves me at all and does not turn me on. And just what is your fantasy... being some sort of a dominatrix?"

She started to get more agitated, "I can't talk about that, I am embarrassed about it."

"You've never had a problem bossing people about before; is that what you want, someone you can order around in bed as well?"

"I... I can't be like that with you, we have a mutually respectful relationship, I can't treat you like that, it doesn't mean I love you less or don't want to make love to you."

"So you betray me instead and have an affair, you make love to me and fuck him; is that how this is supposed to work?"

"It is NOT an affair! When you challenged me about our sex life, I knew it wasn't great but that I had no idea about what I actually liked. The tall dark stranger thing was bland and made up on the spot; it got me to thinking about what I'd really like to try. I realised when we were together, my favourite thing was you going down on me and me being in charge. It was even hotter the few times I sat on your face, it was more the control that turned me on... you know I have always been a bossy bitch!

I resisted a smirk at that comment, it was certainly true.

"Alex showed an interest and he started off all confident and dominant. But when we got together I decided to let go and be my natural self. I turned things around on him, I was in charge and he was going to do exactly what he was told. To be honest it was a revelation and really turned me on. He seemed to love it, a big strong man being ordered about by a prim middle aged housewife, I made him earn the sex, by that time he was begging for it and I loved having that affect on him."

"And I suppose the fact he is young, fit and handsome had nothing to do with it."

"Of course it did, being able to control somebody so out of my league is a huge turn on. The combination of frustrating him, and then him being able to go at it so hard is electric."

"What part of that makes you become a cold hearted bitch, treating me with contempt?"

Tears suddenly streamed down her face, "I... I'm not, don't say that. I am still me... your wife, a mum and a good person. Just give me some time to figure this all out."

At least she showed some emotion for a change, but she certainly wasn't taking a backward step, apologising or asking for forgiveness.

***

In all the drama, I had forgotten about her mum's big family barbeque a couple of days later. I had promised her mum that I'd be there early to help set games and activities for all of the kids coming and didn't want to disappoint her. She was the matriarch of the family and totally adorable, unless you crossed her.

I wasn't sure if Christine would be there, we had been like passing ships focused on sorting the kids. For a horrible moment it crossed my mind that she might arrive with Alex in tow. Thankfully I was spared that ignominy when she arrived alone. She tried to hug and kiss me but I eased myself away.

"I'm sorry about the other day, things got out of hand, my head is all over the place and I'm not used to us arguing. I know we need to talk more to sort this all out."

"Yeah well you've said enough already, let's just get through this for your mum."

She took a breath and walked away, filling a glass of wine and settling into a corner with her mum. I couldn't hear her as the kids had turned the music right up but they must have discussed safe topics as no drama unfolded, although her mum seemed to look over at me a few times.

Later I used playing footy with the kids as a way to avoid her and take my mind off things. Then Kate arrived, surprisingly she disregarded Christine and came straight over to me looking full of concern.

"Are you ok, you don't look so good?"

I tried to deflect but she knew me well, and pushed enough until I spilled that Christine had demanded a continuation of her affair and threatened me.

"Jesus I didn't realise it was that bad."

Christine mustn't have liked us chatting as she came over, almost stomping across. I could see the fury in her eyes, "And what are you doing with my husband."

I interrupted, "Oh you know, I was just telling our friend about my place behind your lover."

"You're being ridiculous and petty, Kate we need to talk!"

With that she pulled Kate away. They were animated and talking loudly, thankfully drowned out enough by the music so they weren't overheard.

That was until one of the kids bumped into the speaker and the music stopped suddenly. Everyone caught the end of Christine's shouted sentence at Kate... "He just fucks me better than David..."

My name died in her throat as her mouth caught up with the fact the music had stopped. Everyone heard it; a cousin dropped the glass salad bowl she had been carrying into the conservatory, it landed with an almighty smash.

An eerie silence followed, until one of the little kids said, "What does fuck mean mommy?"

I calmly place my beer down and walked out as the whole household stood in silence.

I heard another crash of glass and turned to see Christine running after me, "I didn't mean it, we were talking about the differences, fucking versus making love."

How sweet and charming, looks like your big mouth messed things up again, maybe you should get Alex to stuff something in it. Goodbye Christine."

"You can't leave me here, I am so embarrassed."

Her shouts continued as I drove away.

***

I came in from work to find Christine standing in the kitchen with her usual look of determination, "Not again Christine, I think we are done talking, don't you?"

"Fine no talking, but there is something I have to show you. The question is can you handle it, can you follow instructions and handle a sexually dominant woman."

"I don't think..."

The words died in my mouth, as she dropped her coat to reveal thigh high red PVC boots and matching playsuit, which squeezed her large breasts together impressively. She strode across the kitchen purposefully.

"I don't want you opinion David, I didn't ask for it! This is what I have been working on with Alex and it's only fair you experience it."

I couldn't tear my eyes off her; she looked like an Amazonian over 6ft in the heels and with her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders.

"I just need your tongue and later if you do well... your cock. If we're splitting up, you're going to say goodbye to the real me, now get on your knees and crawl between my legs."

With that she unzipped the crotch on the suit, sat down and spread her legs, revealing her shaved pussy.

"Don't fight it baby, give yourself to me, now my cunt needs eating and I don't see anyone else around here."

Foolishly or otherwise I obeyed, I crawled to her and buried my head between her thighs.

"That's it baby; get that tongue right into my muff; mmm there you go!"

Good God, where was she getting these words from, they had an effect on both of us as she bucked into a huge orgasm within only a few minutes.

After that, she pushed me back over to the couch and unbuckled me roughly stripping my jeans off and taking hold of my cock and balls, "These are mine and they are going to stay mine!."

With that she mounted me abruptly heaving out a big sigh as she guided my cock in.

"That feels so good, you do know you're bigger than him, don't you?."

Riding me cowgirl, she was a sight to behold, her boots pressed against my thighs and her tits bounced out of the playsuit as she rode me harder. I tried to hold out but it was a losing battle as she continued to slam down on me.

I exploded into her in what felt like the biggest orgasm of my life with her screaming, "Fuck yes!"

She stayed on top of me after, looking as if she had won the lottery, almost smirking, "Don't think you have finished yet, I want at least another two orgasms and my quim needs another good fuck!"

By the time we'd finished, I had fulfilled the orgasm and fuck quota.

It took some time to recover and gather my thoughts, "That was a wonderful experience Christine, but I don't see how it changes things."

"It changes everything you idiot and the sooner you realise I am making the decisions the better. We're staying together and you're going to help me get my family back on track. I promise to be more... discreet with Alex; he is becoming more submissive anyway."

"I don't think so Christine, it's not for me and certainly not with another involved."

"Are you serious, I can make all of your fantasies come true. I'll even let Kate join us; she could do with being taught a lesson or two."

"You can't give me the fantasy of a faithful wife, and me and Kate are quite capable of making our own arrangements."

"What do you mean by that... you had better not be fucking her?"

"No, although she did offer as you were so... preoccupied, it seems fair in the circumstances."

"It's not my fault I have the need to be dominant and in charge, it might even be a form of disorder."

"That is total bullshit, everything you have done is by choice and it's a feeble excuse for cheating. Just admit you liked having a new cock to play with, it's as simple as that."

"We are staying together do you hear me! Going against me means going against my family, they have money and somewhat dubious connections, they'd hurt you both financially and in other ways and you'd lose the children. So you're going to go along with things, let me have my fun with Alex and then we'll get back on track. Don't go against me on this, you wouldn't like the consequences!

"You're starting to sound ever so slightly unhinged Christine. I will be seeking that divorce."

She was right though, I couldn't see a way out of my marriage without losing everything. My best option might just be accepting things and continuing on. I felt weak, like I had lost my self in a few short months. Maybe I had lost myself years before, when I let her make too many decisions and went along with what she wanted.

***

I was drowning my sorrows in the local bar; not too drunk but getting there, deciding to call it a night after the football match ended. Turning the corner into the alley, I felt an almighty blow on the side of my head sending me crashing to the floor. I tried to roll to my feet but was totally disorientated, only just able to see three shadowy figures in dark clothing and balaclavas.

I tried to fight but in all honesty I hardly landed a blow and was taking a sustained beating, it seemed excessive for a robbery.

"You should have chosen the easy way David."

I recognised the voice, "Alex you snivelling little twat."

I was going to go down swinging, but had no way to win. Frustrated I lunged for him, and managed to punch him, only for his accomplice to kick me in the ribs.

"This beating is for embarrassing my girlfriend and getting us both suspended. You're going to explain to the school Governors what a huge misunderstanding this all is. If you don't fix things for us at work, you won't walk again... understand!"

Instead of punching I clawed at his eyes, he swayed back and I only just managed to scratch his cheek.

"Scratching like a girl, you really are a cuckold wimp! You're going to pay for that."

And I did, more and more blows and I couldn't stay on my feet... everything faded to darkness.

***

I woke up in hospital only to see Christine sitting at my bedside. She tried the concerned wife routine, fussing around and asking who could have done such a thing as I gradually became more coherent.

"Come off it Christine, the stupid twat identified himself, like you... he couldn't keep his mouth shut!"

Her tears dried instantly, "You can't prove that! Anyway it can't have been Alex, I have already told the police he was with me. I would suggest you don't press any charges."

"And why do you think I wouldn't?"

"Because you love me and he made a mistake, he is young and impressionable and thought I wanted you brought back into line. Then it all went too far when you fought back."

I laughed until my ribs reminded me not to, "Think again Christine, my love for you is dead and he doesn't do a thing unless you tell him to, isn't that how it works? I am guessing he was just following your instructions. So I will be pressing charges and we will be getting that divorce."

I had never seen her look quite so angry, "Don't be foolish David, that is never going to happen. Anyway you deserved it, I never would have thought you'd get us both suspended from work. You've never defied me before, but I am willing to forgive you. I will even agree to give Alex up... seeing as it bothers you so much."

Ribs or not I laughed this time, "You are deluded Christine, you forgive me... for having me beaten up. You know I did everything for you and my reward was betrayal and contempt. Just accept the worm has finally turned Christine!"

You know my family will..."

"Your family won't do shit, I have spoken to your mother and uncles and explained that you've lost grip of reality. Turns out she always had concerns about your mental health and narcissism; especially your need to assert control."

"You'll regret this; I'll keep the kids from you and take most of your income!"

"Be careful honey, it would be a shame if the press heard about the sexual perversion of a Head Teacher and her much younger submissive colleague!"

There was a bit of commotion in the corridor before two women entered. They introduced themselves as DCI Bell and DS Cousins.

"We're pleased to see you awake Mr Wrightson, is it ok if we ask you a few questions, we've already spoken to your wife."

"Of course."

"Do you know who did this to you?"

I looked at Christine, her eyes were boring into me, threatening me not to say anything.

"I know one of them was Alex Rodgers, I'd guess the others are two are his friends."

"That's interesting; your wife has already provided a statement confirming Mr Rodgers was with her at the time of the attack."

Christine backed up her claim quickly, "That's quite right, I was with Mr Rodgers when this happened, we are in a relationship that my husband does not approve of."

The DCI smiled, "The ambulance crew said you regained consciousness when you got picked up, let's see, yes... severely concussed but still shouting."

Christine tried to use that, "You see dear, it will be the concussion making you confused, it couldn't have been Alex; that accusation is is due to your jealousy of my relationship with him."

The DCI continued un-phased, "The crew finally realised you were shouting about evidence... and something about your nails. They understood and placed bags over your hands to preserve any evidence. That calmed you down before you passed out again; we're testing the samples now."

"It will belong to Alex; he will also have scratch marks across his right cheek, just below the eye."

"Well, well, I'll go and get him arrested and have a nice little chat. We need to speak to you as well Mrs Wrightson, would you like to come with us to the station?"

"I, I can't, I need to look after my husband."

"We can always arrest you for making false statements and the small matter of perjury."

They marched her away, as she shouted, "This is all a mistake... David, David."

***

They were both suspended from work pending investigation. That investigation wasn't required as Alex and his friends were sentenced for grievous bodily harm; with Christine also being charged with conspiracy and perjury. The arrests resulted in the news breaking about their relationship; the press had a field day with it, referring to Christine as the scarlet woman complete with a photo of her in that red dress with Alex. The dominatrix element, age difference and inter racial themes just added more mileage to the story.

Life went on; I couldn't believe everything that had happened in a few short months. I'd gone from weak and feeling like I had no options to finally making a stand. The meeting with her mother and various uncles was tense to say the least. I told her about my plans for divorce and action to counter Christine's threats, the fact I faced up to the family seem to count for something. There was never a question of custody; I lived with the kids in our home. Christine's mum and numerous female cousins helped with the child care and support.

***

Epilogue:

I was back at the bar near where I'd been attacked, thinking it was always better to face your demons, thankfully my injuries were all but healed.

I turned toward the familiar voice as she spoke, "We need to talk, I do believe I owe you delivery of one fantasy."

"Please no more talk of fantasies."

"Even if I promise to not to involve another soul?"

"Well if you put it like that, but you've already made my dreams come true Kate!"

She laughed and agreed, we sat and talked about our day, before Kate asked, "I wonder how Christine is getting on?"

"She's probably bossing everyone around already and will have plans to replace the Prison Governor!"

At that precise time, Christine thought her processing through the prison system was dehumanising and hoped reaching her new cell would at least provide some peace.

She entered to see her cell mate, "Hi, I'm Christine."

"Oh I know who you are sugar and I hear you're some sort of dominant."

"Well... I don't know about..."

Before she could say another word, her cell mate had her pinned against the wall, her forearm across her throat, "There's no way you're a top!"

Christine felt a hand slide over her chest squeezing, then it continued down into her pants cupping her mons, "You're a sub and my bitch for as long as you're here, do you understand?"

Christine nodded nervously, "Yes, yes I understand."

She felt fingers pushing into her, "Good girl, this sweet pussy is mine now and I hope for your sake you give good head.

The woman kissed her harshly forcing her tongue into her mouth, "You had better learn to respond better than that, now get stripped off and on your knees. If you're no good I will be offering the posh bitch up as a free for all."

Her cell mate dropped her pants and sat on the bunk, "Get to work."

As she began licking her cell mate started laughing, "Mmm not bad girl, I hear you like some black as well, this is your lucky day, there's plenty of big butch black women in this place who just love pussy.

***

I hope you enjoyed the story, I was aiming for some angst, a turnaround and revenge in the end. Also took the opportunity to tweak the usual story lines of big black cocks, submissive wives and wives who beg for forgiveness realising the mistakes they've made.

Narcissist's like Christine blame others for the decisions they make and never accept responsibility for their actions. Some may be more subtle than a literotica story, but they are more common than you might think, and modern society seems adept at creating ever greater levels of self interest.