He Watched Me Unravel

What the fuck am I doing?

Who is this woman in the mirror? I'm in there. I see me. But my eyes - they are foreign, unfamiliar - alive, bright, flush with confidence.

Tonight is the night. He'll be sooo surprised. Hopefully, he's happy with the results of his project. He's the one who sent me down this path.

I'd given my husband an envelope that Friday morning. The instructions were simple but clear.

Happy birthday, honey!

I have a special surprise for you tonight. Please get a room at the Hotel Nine downtown. Bring a bottle of your favorite wine for the room. Dress to impress. At 7 pm go to the HighPoint Bar attached to the hotel. Order yourself a drink, grab a booth, and wait for me to text you the next instructions.

I can't wait to celebrate with you. I love you!

My mind floated back to the beginning. The start of this insane thing.

The faded outline of that first shock was no longer crisp and focused. We'd finished our normal, married evening - kids in bed and trying to stay quiet enough to not disturb them. Our normal life, our normal home, our normal bed, our normal sex - familiar like a warm blanket.

He'd been digging for weeks, trying to excavate my fantasies. I'd indulged in my own way, answering but wary of rocking the boat. Our marriage was happy, good, worthy of protection. My mind held fast as I tried to fit his questions into our life: blindfolds, maybe some outdoor/semi-public stuff, a trip to a strip club.

And they did excite me, but my brain was fixed on stuff that a husband might expect to hear from his partner of more than a decade.

He'd been asking fairly regularly. Sex that night wasn't boring, not really. But it wasn't new, and it was exactly the sort of thing we'd always done.

In the moments after, I spoke up.

"You always ask about me. I want to hear your fantasy." I was relaxed. It just felt like a normal response to his probing.

I was completely unprepared for his answer.

"I want to watch you fuck another guy."

WTF?!?!

The words spilled from his mouth with an impossible ease, as if it were the most normal thing he'd ever said.

Everything went hazy. My brain stalled - a misfire as I rolled to the side of the highway. Other cars sped by as I slowed, then stopped. My heart raced - a cold sweat broke out. My body screamed out in its fight-or-flight response.

For the rest of the night and the next few days I was numb.

Why would he share this? Does he not think I'm enough? Is this his way of wanting to get a hall pass to sleep with other women? Of course he wants to fuck other women. What man doesn't want to fuck other women. Am I boring? Is he bored? I'm not what he wants anymore. What am I doing wrong? What is wrong with me? Is my marriage over? What is wrong with him? How did I not see this? Can I be with this person anymore?

The world spun on - days passing by normally as if the universe had not just split open. My brain was stuck. Days progressed and I was a passenger - nothing felt authentic. Workdays were spent on autopilot - a ritual necessary to get to the night when I'd stare at the ceiling for hours. He slept through all of it. A sort of hatred, a primal anger bubbled in me. I was left with an emptiness, a gaping hole, an open space without information - and my thoughts were filling it with anxiety and confusion.

It was four days before I surrendered to my curiosity - not dismissing my anger and confusion, instead seeking to validate it.

Search engines are very useful things. When I say I found more than I was looking for, I mean I found ALL KINDS OF SHIT. Things I'd never imagined. Some of it was helpful, most of it was... not.

My exploration popped open my imagination - like a lid blown off a container under too much pressure. I'd lived my life in a box, but there was a whole unfamiliar universe beyond.

The fog dissipated when I was "researching". I dove into the deep end, struggling to keep my head above water. I read everything. My search history now permanently a thing I had to worry about others finding. Swinging, soft swapping, cuckolding, hotwife, submissive, dominant, group play, impact play, bondage - all these words that existed on the edge of my understanding, now illuminated corridors of sexual exploration, paths that led into a dark distance beyond my view.

And acronyms, so many acronyms.

I left it alone for a long while. Keeping my discoveries to myself. I learned a lot, but none of it clarified the mystery of this stranger who shared my bed.

Our sex was unchanged. He never said anything about it. It was unfair. He left it hanging like a piece of spoiled meat outside our camp, inviting all manner of predation.

He needed to be taught a lesson.

Our bed was a silent place. Our sex was a shared, quiet expression of normalcy - a dance performed to the ritual of proper convention. The same motions, conventional positions, a sensual comfort in the safe space between our connected lives.

As I rode him in my usual way, on top and grinding softly, I looked into his eyes - our regular thing. Then I smiled, which was new. His eyes opened as I kept up my pace, sliding softly on his cock. His familiar erection reached into me - his predictable touch on my breasts. It felt good. I held my smile as I increased my rhythm - moving up and down faster than he was used to. His eyes widened. My gyrating hips pounded into him, trying to pull him into me, my opening gripping his shaft, wanting his heightened state to reach its zenith. I could feel his cock expand, a tell that he was close. His eyes tangled with mine as I bent forward, leaned into his ear, and whispered "You couldn't handle someone else's cock fucking my pussy."

He came immediately. Hard. His salty sex shot ribbons inside me, splashing against my insides as I kept riding, my own climax near. His hands found my ass, thrusting his hips harder into me as I rode the crest - my customary silence broken by soft moans as the pleasure rushed over me.

His eyes found mine. I smiled again.

"Why don't you think I could handle it?" He smiled back, looking very satisfied.

I winked and slid off him, holding him in silence as we drifted off to our regular after-sex slumber.

The next day he forced a conversation - something rare. I'd been confident in my reasoning - a solid structure built brick-by-brick from my "research project." He couldn't handle his fantasy. He was fooling himself. But when we were in the kitchen, he brought it up anyway.

"Thank you for last night. It was so hot. I loved your dirty talk. I thought immediately about you being on top of someone else and couldn't control myself." He moved toward the island I was standing behind.

"You just think you'd like it." I dismissed his opening salvo. I knew him better than he knew himself. "You'd flip out if I did anything and you'd never look at me the same way again."

He paused, collecting his thoughts. "It seems like you've been thinking about this a lot. What makes you think I'm not sincere?"

"Oh, I'm sure you are sincere. You'd just hate it if I actually did it."

"Why do you think that?" His tone was flat.

I assumed a dominant posture, pausing briefly, then decided to go hard at him. I spoke with brutal clarity.

"Because you have this thing in your head. It's playing out how you think and want. But if I was actually naked and banging some guy, you'd be jealous and hurt." My body flashed at the thought, betraying my mind's carefully laid plan. I sought the safety of distance, placing myself opposite him - comforted by the obstacle between us.

"I would not."

"My naked body, touched by another man, when I moan or touch his cock or - god forbid - if I cum on him. You'd freak out!" My cheeks flushed.

"Why do you think you know how I'd react?" His eyes were flat, calm.

"Because it's normal! Because no one really wants to see their partner with someone else. Because it wouldn't be like what's in your head. It's just some porn thing you think you'd like. It would destroy you if you watched another guy put his cock inside me."

And it would. I thought of his disgust and jealousy as my hand worked on a hot guy's erection, my mouth full and my eyes looking over at him. I felt a slippery warmth between my thighs. My body stirred at the image in my mind - I pushed it away as I managed the space between us - seeking the protection my mind needed.

He didn't move to approach, instead challenging my assumptions. "You might be jealous if I was with another woman. But you shouldn't assume everyone has the same desires and arousal."

"I'm sure everyone is different, but men don't like sharing their partners." I was confident.

"Why don't we play with the idea a bit? That way you can test me."

He moved to the edge of the island counter.

"Play with what?" I responded, hoping my arousal wasn't breaking through my body language.

"You fucking someone else."

His words matched mine, countering my intent to embarrass him into submission. I felt a stir deep inside, heat mixed with yearning. Ignoring it, I responded "You can't handle it, but fine. I'll listen."

"I mean, the easiest thing would be for you to just tell me about a hot night you had with someone else."

I froze.

I immediately thought of Pedro. My core started to burn.

My sexual past was not something we'd ever talked about. I'd had several partners before him, but I'd never spoken of it.

"I don't think this is a good idea." I parried, noticing the increasing dampness between my legs.

I'm fucking turned on. Dammit. Why am I wet? Why is my body hot? Can he tell?

I can't let him see.

"Why not? I'm not jealous of any of it. I've always wanted to hear you talk about it."

I felt that burning deepen, my thoughts drifting to that night with Pedro. My heart raced, anxiety bubbling in me.

My husband rounded the island corner, nothing between us now but a few paces.

"Look, we have a great life. I don't want to tell you something and have you be all freaked out."

My plan had failed. Now I was on the defensive.

He waited. A void grew where my sentence ended.

"If we are going to do this, you have to promise me that nothing I tell you is going to change anything." I was hot. The sticky mess flowing in my pants working to override the panic and anxiety for the security of my marriage screaming through my brain.

His hands raised, a surrender, holding his distance he stated, "I promise. But you have to tell me everything - exactly what you felt. You can't hold back any of it. You can't worry. I'll be fine, I promise."

My heart pounded.

Of course I was fucking worried.

"And you have to give me all the details."

A knot formed in my throat.

"I want to know how you felt. Every moment. Don't leave anything out." He took a small step towards me.

"Are.. are you sure?" My body was aching, my mind in full meltdown, every part of me splitting at the seams.

"I want to know what you thought. How your body responded. What you liked. How good it made you feel. What you felt for him." My pussy ached, the lining of my underwear already soaked. "I want you to relive it and share all of it with me."

Fuck. How did I get myself into this? I should never have pulled that stupid prank last night.

I tried to breathe evenly. In and out. In and out.

His eyes never left me, but he stayed put - allowing the air between us to fill my lungs with courage.

"His name was Pedro." I sort of exhaled into the room, his eyes burrowing into me.

"I worked with him about five years before we met." He didn't move. His body was relaxed. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it.

I let the silence grow, building like an invisible current bridging the gap between my memory and the security I craved to return to.

Softly, he encouraged me. "I would love to hear about your experience with Pedro. I can tell you are nervous. If you would share it with me, it would make me very happy."

A flutter rippled through my body at his final statement.

How can I share this? I'm not that person. It's the only time I've ever done anything like it.

But I wanted to make him happy. A force inside my body pushed me forward. My lips parted slowly, hanging open in silence as my brain and body pulled against each other.

"I... had a crush on him."

My insides stirred, my mind still fighting.

"He flirted with me pretty often at work. A comment here, an accidental touch there."

The heat at my core bled into my arms and legs. The volume slowly turned down in my brain.

"I would always flirt back."

There was a silent intensity in his stare, but there was no anger in his eyes, no hint of anything wrong.

"One day after work we were chatting on one of the picnic benches, flirting like normal. Doing typical after-work stuff. We'd both had a couple drinks."

My husband never broke eye contact, his face expressionless except for a slight upturn in his lips.

"As we were getting ready to head out, Pedro mentioned it was late and he thought I shouldn't go home alone. He wanted to make sure I 'got home safely'" I pantomimed air quotes as a grin spread across my husband's face.

"He said I was a good girl and he didn't want anyone bad to take advantage of me." Heat burned from within and my pussy dripped at the memory. Sheepishly, I added, "I told him, I was a good girl but sometimes good girls want to be taken advantage of."

My husband's eyes widened, the grin transforming into a full smile. I looked down at the outline of his growing erection. The panic in my mind made a slow retreat.

"Pedro said that 'good girls should get what they deserve' and that he'd follow me home to make sure I was safe and taken care of."

The memory of that night filled my body with fire, a longing to feel Pedro's touch again.

"Are you sure you want to hear this?" I was still nervous.

His smile grew. "More than you know. I can't wait to hear what a good girl you were."

My body trembled, a faint tickle flowing across my arms and legs. It had been years since I was this turned on.

"We drove home separately. He followed me to my apartment. When we arrived, I tried to just walk to the door. The ride had let worry take hold of me, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me."

My heartbeat quickened again.

"He told me not to rush off without him, that good girls walk with their men." Another mini-quake fluttered through me.

"Holding my hand, we went to my door. As I started to open it, he stopped me." My breathing quickened as my body remembered. "He said he'd leave if I wanted him to, but he was there to make sure this good girl was taken advantage of."

Soaked.

I searched my husband's face, body, eyes for anything confirming his certain jealousy. Finding none, I continued.

"I said nothing, just opened the door. He sprang on me quickly, his hands grabbed my arms and as we crossed the threshold, He spun me - pushing me into the door as it shut. His hands found my back as he bent down to kiss me."

My body ached, remembering the sudden jolt, the taste of his tongue.

"I was pinned to the door as he leaned into me, his mouth on mine. I grabbed at him, pulling him to me."

My husband took another step towards me. Then another. Only a small distance between us remained.

I paused, the silence returning.

"Tell me how it felt. Tell me everything."

My eyes closed, drifting back to that night.

"I welcomed his tongue into my mouth. It felt amazing. I'd wanted him to kiss me for months. It was like the walls had been breached. I was hot for him after his comment before we left work."

"Were you wet for him?"

My god. Why is it so hot to admit this? With every admission my body betrayed the carefully crafted version of myself in my mind, filling me with increasing desire.

"When he said good girls should get what they deserve, I felt weak. It was like my body needed him. I was wet all the way home thinking about him, what I wanted him to do to me. I was nervous and embarrassed at my arousal. When he grabbed me in the parking lot and told me to walk with him I thought I might faint."

He stepped closer. "Good. I love this. I want to hear every detail." His arm reached out to me, brushing from my shoulder to the top of my hand. A charge shot through me at his touch.

"Go on. I hope the good girl got what she needed."

My pussy gushed.

"His hands were strong. He worked outside all day lifting things. It felt great to be grabbed and pulled by him. As we were kissing, he started to explore my body. Grabbing my ass and feeling me up."

My husband's fingers walked up and down my arm.

"I kept pulling him to me. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and, breaking our kiss, pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. I felt a burning fire and a tingle of shame at my immodesty as I stood there in my bra. He looked at me, his hands finding my breasts, his fingers tracing around my nipples, which were hard."

My husband's hands moved to my shirt, tracing the outline of my chest.

"I was hot for him. I grabbed at his pants, trying to undo them. He stopped me. 'Good girls don't skip steps,' he said. The burning inside me lit up, to a place I didn't know it could go."

Peeling my shirt from me, Hubby left me standing in the kitchen in just my work pants and bra.

"Instead, he took his shirt off. My hand instinctively went to his hard chest, tracing the outline of his body. He was in excellent shape. As I drank in his body, feeling him up and down, he reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall away, leaving me bare in front of him."

"My fingers dug into him as his hands undid the buckle on my pants."

Hubby's hands made their way around my back and freed my bra straps, the crisp air hit my erect nipples as my body accepted the draft as a way to cool the burning inside me.

"Pedro began massaging my breasts, cupping them, playing with them as he kissed my neck."

My husband followed Pedros lead, his hands slowly grabbing and massaging my breasts - each movement sending electricity through my body. I pulled him toward me and he began nibbling on my shoulder.

"He slid my pants down and began touching my ass as he softly bit into my skin. His hands rubbed and spread my cheeks over my soaked panties. I pulled him to me, wanting him, needing to have him inside me."

Hubby's hands freed my belt and slid my pants down, his kisses getting firmer, his teeth grazing my skin. I pulled my husband towards me, wanting to fuck him and end the story.

He stopped. "Good girls don't skip steps. They finish the story if they want to get their reward." My body pulsed, needing fulfillment.

"His hands descended. He rubbed me over the wet panties, pressing his fingers over my swollen lips, digging the fabric into my slit. I begged him to take me. He said I'd have to wait. He'd take me when he was ready. My body ached for his touch. My hips were pushing into his fingers as he toyed with me over the underwear. Then, finally, as he freed me from the final layer he paused and stepped back."

"He told me to step out of everything and stand there for him. Show him my sexy body. I was like a volcano ready to burst, but I was also embarrassed. It had been a while since I'd been with anyone, and no one had ever told me to stand naked in front of them before. I was completely aflame and needed to feel him inside me, but I wanted to be good, so I did what he said. It made me so horny I think I would have done anything."

Hubby's fingers found the edges of my soaked panties and slid them down, helping me step out of them.

"I stood for him, letting him see me - objectify me. I don't know why, but standing there naked in front of him felt incredible. When I asked him if he'd please let me touch him, please him, he directed me to get on my knees. I looked at this sexy, bare-chested man giving me orders, and obeyed - dropping to the floor. He stepped up to me, and my hands sprung to his pants, eagerly tracing the outline of his erection through the jeans. Needing to hold him and taste him, I loosened his buckle, unbuttoning him, pulling away the barrier, freeing him."

My husband's fingers traced around my legs and ass, teasing the edges of my sex, his kisses and nibbles continuing on my neck and shoulders. My hips moved to his every touch, willing his hands to find my clit and release my building arousal.

"As his pants fell away, his cock sprang free. It was nearly fully erect. His hands found the back of my head, teasing my hair, pulling slightly. 'Be a good girl and suck my cock' he directed. The blunt way he spoke made my mouth water. My hands wrapped around it, feeling the weight. I kissed the tip, then licked his shaft up and down, letting my saliva coat him. My left hand worked up and down as I grabbed his ass with my right. Then I opened my mouth and took him, letting him fill my face. I tried to take it all, to invite him back into my throat but couldn't. His hands stroked my scalp as I moved up and down. He kept telling me I was a good girl and that it felt amazing."

I pulled my husband's face away from my body and looked him directly in the eyes.

"My pussy burned for him as I sucked on his fat cock."

Hubby flashed a wide grin, his strong hand moving to my slit, slowly massaging my wet, sloppy folds.

"Oh god, honey. Keep going. Don't stop." His fingers flicked and wandered about, every touch sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

"I felt an intense desire to please Pedro. I wanted to do anything to make him feel good. I stroked him hard with my hand and lavished his cock with my tongue. I didn't really know what I was doing - I hadn't given many blowjobs. But his direction coaxed me to try harder. My body cooed for him, but I didn't care. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, so I could finish pleasing him."

Hubby's fingers began to move faster. His other hand massaging my ass cheeks.

"He was moaning and grunting and I thought he was going to cum for me. I wanted it. I wanted to feel it in my throat, to taste his cum, to swallow for him. But he pulled out. I was disappointed, but he told me it felt great and I deserved a good fucking. His words sent me to the edge - my entire body shaking with anticipation."

"He pulled me up and leaned me into the couch. I was nervous because he was bigger than I'd had before and I wasn't sure I'd be able to take him. His hands moved between my legs first, pushing two fingers into my wet sloppy mess. I nearly collapsed, struggling to force myself back into his digits, willing him deeper as he massaged me from the inside. One of his other fingers pressed my opening and found my clit, flicking it and sending thunder and lightning through my body. I don't know what noises I was making, but he praised me and told me to keep moaning like a good girl."

Hubby's fingers entered me, the tips tapping in his customary pattern on the roof of my canal as his thumb worked between my lips, pressing and releasing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and thrust my hips into his hand trying to finish.

"Not yet. Good girls wait until the end of the story to cum." My husband teased, kissing me and slowing his hands down. The fire in my eyes elicited a chuckle from him.

"I thought Pedro was going to make me cum with his hand. I wanted to cum so badly, but he took me right to the edge and stopped. His fingers left me and the cold air rushed in. My pussy tingled and ached and I was completely out of control. I looked back at him..."

My eyes watched Hubby's smile widen.

"... you know - he was smiling like you are. Fucking MEN!" I grinned as my husband laughed.

"I looked at him and asked him to fuck me. He told me to ask nicely. I said 'Fuck me, please'. Saying it out loud triggered something primal in me - my eyes were filled with an instinctual need. He grinned and turned me around, bent me over the couch as he spanked my ass, and slid his fat cock into me in one motion."

"All of the air rushed out of my lungs. I groaned and moaned and grumbled and cooed. It hurt and felt incredible at the same time. He held steady, deep inside me, letting me settle."

"Then he started in and out. In and out. Slowly at first. The pressure stretched me as I adjusted to him. Every time was faster, harder. It felt like each cell was alive, my toes, fingertips, the hair on my head, everything pulsed. Each time he thrust in, I felt him bottom out. The tip hit deep in me, sending a shockwave through my body. I was going to cum quickly. His thrusting continued and within a minute or so everything erupted. My legs started shaking, my hands gripped the cushions, I don't know what came out of my mouth. A white light flashed over me, throbbing filled my whole body, flushing all the fire through my veins and into my womb. My pussy squeezed, trying to pull all of him into me, his whole being, everything inside."

Hubby's hand picked up its pace, his mouth found my nipple, his tongue flicking away. My body shook and spasmed, nearly losing control.

"When I regained something like composure, he was still pounding into me. He told me he was close and asked where I wanted him to cum. I needed to feel him erupt. I had to have it in me. My body craved it. I told him to cum inside me and with two final, violent thrusts he grunted and collapsed. His cock throbbed, as I felt his seed shoot into me, splattering the walls and coating me. The pulsing felt incredible and I squeezed him as hard as I could. I wanted all of it."

Hubby's thumb traced my clit again, pressing and dancing as his fingers tapped harder. As his tongue lashed my nipple, I tipped over. My body shook and I cried out. Waves of pleasure filled me as the memory of Pedro's cock and the force of my husband's fingers sent my vision askew. My legs started to give out and he caught me, pressing me into the island counter as I slowly came back to reality.

"Fuck, baby. You came so hard." He said smiling at me while still holding some of my weight.

My eyes flickered, regaining their focus - my arms somehow still around his neck. As the strength came back to my legs, I reached down feeling the bulge in his pants.

"I guess you did like my story."

My legs found their bearing as I unzipped his fly and reached inside, freeing his erect cock. "Baby, it's fuller than normal."

"I told you I wanted to hear you talk about it." He smirked.

I licked my hand and began stroking him. "You did! What did you like?"

"Oh, hell yes, baby... I liked that you wanted him to take you and let him."

I stroked faster. His hips began moving into my hand.

"What else did you like?"

"The part where he bent you over the couch. So hot."

My hand picked up the pace.

"The way you submitted on your knees. That you wanted to make him cum in your mouth even if he didn't fuck you."

Faster.

"The way you wanted him inside you. Oh shit baby. The way you said it felt when he came inside you. Ah!"

He erupted in my hand. The rhythmic pulses sent streams into the air - his cum splashing onto my belly and the counter, the floor. Jet after jet launched from him as he shuddered.

"Goddamn... Shit... I really liked your story." A sheepish grin held firm on his face.

I released my husband's spent cock, looked him directly in the eyes, and with a finger traced a streak of his cum from my chest. His eyes dilated as I brought the finger to my mouth, tasting his juices.

"I can tell," I said, winking.

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After our kitchen storytime, I felt like maybe he did want to see me with another guy. But I wasn't ready for anything like a real meeting. His response didn't betray any internal conflict. Instead, his arousal was intoxicating. I let my mind wander after this first step, compelled to take a few more.

He suggested we role-play where he was a stranger and I was myself, providing the safety of monogamy with the framework of something new. As our plan emerged, I was still cautious, but my body flared imagining the pretend stranger. He insisted that we stay in character for the whole evening. I would only go to bed with the "new guy" if I was turned on and wanted it.

I felt my face flush, the blood course through me with those two simple words - new guy.

His only rule was that the night would be between me and this new lover - that whatever happened, it was with someone else in my mind. It felt risky, like a potential pitfall, but I was too aroused, my doubt overwhelmed by desire.

In the days leading up to the meeting, I found it hard to concentrate on anything else. Would I be able to see my partner as someone new? Would it feel different? How would he handle it afterward? The taboo, naughty nature of the plan ratcheted up my arousal. I was counting the seconds to our illicit meeting, feeling butterflies like a first date.

Our experiment began at a local bar. I arrived first, grabbing a drink at the end of the counter, providing me a good view of the space. When he arrived, he looked different - his hair cut and styled in a new way, an outfit I'd never seen before. His demeanor, everything was new. He introduced himself as Scott. His commitment to the bit was total, intentionally picking the name of a guy he knew I'd crushed on in school. Everything about him embodied this different person - how he spoke, the stories he told. The way he looked at me was ravenous like a caged animal waiting to pounce - not the loving, soft husband I knew.

The roll-play tapped into something I didn't understand about myself. Scott's dominance freed me, lifted away any hesitation, doubt. As we "got to know each other" at the bar, his stories fed my desire for connection - to be emotionally invested and be with a good man. But the way he spoke - the way he commanded my attention and held me rapt, lit a fire inside me.

After an hour of playing pretend at the bar, Scott had me horny and wanting. He toyed with me, playfully touching me, taking control. I was immensely turned on, soaked, panting, putty in his hands.

He directed me to follow him. He didn't ask if I wanted to come up, sought no permission or consultation, assuming command. He didn't need me to give him a green light, my body language splayed wide with lustful intent.

Scott took what he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted. My mind sank into submission for him, needing to please him, to be taken and used. The depravity of my desire sent illicit thoughts crashing through me, arousal soaking through my skin.

The sex was intense, raw, nothing like my normal sessions with Hubby. He fondled me on our walk. Kissed me in the elevator. Touched between my legs at the bar and outside the room. He pinned me against the wall of the hallway - never questioning that I wanted Scott, never hesitating.

In the room, he commanded me. Directing me to remove my clothes, putting me on display, taking his time to look at me - objectifying me. My whole body erupted with a need to please. He instructed me to take his clothes off, to put the condom on him, to get into this position and that position. He took his time but was never gentle. He never asked what I wanted, simply telling me what to do, driving me deeper into submission.

His instructions were firm. I was turned on by obeying Scott. When he fucked me - he told me to tell him I liked it - to say his name. Saying the words, using the new name - a name that wasn't my husband's - was erotic.

When I cried out "Fuck me, Scott." he said I was a good girl, the words driving me into climax.

A dam burst - releasing years of bound-up pressure finally breaching their confinement. I shook and trembled and winced as he fucked me hard - a power I'd never experienced with my husband before. Scott was different - when I looked at him I didn't see my partner. I wanted this new sensation. Something deep within me needed to be used and dominated. To risk being ruined and tossed away.

He lasted longer than we normally go. Scott was insatiable. When he was ready, he slowed down asking me where he should cum - an acknowledgment that he was NOT my husband. It was the first time Scott asked me anything since he told me to follow him up to his room. Emboldened, I told him to cum on my ass. It felt dirty and sexy and terrifyingly hot when he removed the latex and his warm seed splashed onto my skin.

After, he told me to stay with him - that he wasn't done with me and wanted to fuck me more before he had to leave town in the morning. His commitment to the facade was complete. We had sex again before sleeping and once more when we woke up.

As he packed his bag, maintaining the roll-play illusion, he told me I was the sexiest one-night stand he'd ever had. He told me he wanted to fuck me again when he came back into town.

One night stand.

Fuck me again.

The lack of pretense, of long-term commitment, of anything beyond the raw, dirty sex was a huge turn on. The night and morning unlocked a dark desire, and I began to understand I needed to be commanded, to be used.

With a final kiss, he left me naked and spent, alone in the room, collecting my thoughts as I ordered a ride-share home.

I was in heaven. Scott was incredible - everything my husband was not.

The drive home gave me time to come down from my high, allowing anxiety and doubt to creep back in. An unfamiliar horror burrowed its way into my conscious mind.

I needed this.

Shit.

I can't go back.

What if he doesn't want to do this again? What if he doesn't want to go further?

When we reconnected and debriefed, I asked him how he felt about the whole thing. My worry found purchase in my throat, an anxiety at losing my new self weighed down on my thoughts.

Relief washed over me as he responded, saying he loved it. He was glad I enjoyed it, how hot and sexy I was, admitted he was more turned on than he'd been in a long time, and he always thought I had a submissive side.

Winking, he teased, suggesting I needed a real Scott to send me deeper into my subspace.

I was ashamed by how much I loved it. I asked if I could text Scott and "keep in touch" - and we did. Hubby set up a secondary chat so I could connect with my roll-play lover. Scott was off on random adventures but would flirt and direct me, staying in his persona. He would give me sexy, occasionally public assignments and direct how I should behave with my husband. It was incredibly hot. My mind flooded with fantasies of things "Scott" would do to me, with me. How he would use my body, take me, send me over the edge again.

I needed to give something back to Scott, something to show him I was more than just his good girl.

Booking an erotic photo session was way outside my comfort zone. I was a normal, middle-aged wife. I attended school functions and local fundraisers, volunteered in the neighborhood. People like me didn't debase themselves as lustful objects for men to jerk off to. But I needed Scott to see me as his sexy plaything. I wanted him to think of me when he played with himself. I wanted him to dream of fucking me and using me and taking me. When he came, I wanted his mind fixed on my body.

The photographer loved how the session turned out. I was skeptical when I saw the results, picking apart every image, unhappy with how my body looked, disappointed with my smile, thinking an angle was off. I was consumed by every imperfection. But she pushed me to see past my self-doubt. Her tone was gentle, but firm, as she described how sexy I was, how hot the pictures looked. She was certain Scott would love them. Her confidence eroded my walls, crumbling the doubt just enough to text a sexy pic for the first time in my life.

The gallery ended up being a great next step. Scott's response to the first image was everything I hoped for. My husband never brought up that I sent them to "Scott", never asking why I hadn't shared them with him.

But he did have a suggestion.

"How would you feel about creating a profile online, something sexy where you can specify what you want? There are a lot of other Scott's out there who'd be thrilled to give you what you want."

The desire in me sprang to life. I did want more Scotts. I wanted other men to tell me they liked my pictures, to hear they wanted my body, to be the object of their pleasure. I wanted someone new to tell me I was good, to make me blush and push my desire over the edge. But I was nervous about the response. I was terrified the feedback would be negative.

Hubby suggested that he work with me on the profile, tease out my needs, but he'd manage it and only bring me in on guys he thought I'd like.

We blurred out my face and used a new name. When the profile went up, I was a wreck. The second he clicked submit, uploading the four photos we chose, I wanted to crawl into a hole. My mind revolted, nausea welled in my gut, and I asked him to take them down. He told me to ask Scott what I should do. I knew Scott would want me to branch out, to explore and see where my desires led. More than that, I needed it. I craved the risk, the naughty, corrupted desire to have the attention of others. Everything in my body was frozen, tied up in knots and squeezed.

There were dozens of responses in less than a day. Hubby didn't share them all, but there were several that he passed along in the first wave. Guys who had pictures in their profiles and looked fucking hot - like pussy-tingling handsome. Bodies that I'd never imagined would respond to me - older distinguished gentlemen, young athletic guys, big strong men, from all kinds of backgrounds. My imagination ran, uncontrolled, blitzing my mind with endless possibilities.

I told Scott what I did and he directed me to pick three of my favorites to chat with. He told me I had to tell them about him, to admit being praised and submissive turned me on, that risk and taboo kink made me hot. He made me promise that if I liked any of them, I'd share my desire to be dominated, to be owned and used, to be directed toward my climax. My knees felt weak at his instruction, an internal heat driving me to obey his wishes.

Scott said my husband should be included only as much as I wanted him to be, but that I needed Scott's feedback before I did anything other than text with any of these new potential partners - online or other. It felt safe, having Scott there to screen for me in case my lust ignored something - a red flag or some invisible threat.

It was intoxicating. Days melted into weeks as I chatted with various men - telling them what I wanted, reading over and over what they wanted to do to me, how they wanted to use my body, take me, wreck me, fill me with pleasure, give me what I wanted, what I was missing, what I needed and deserved.

Sex with Hubby improved. My body was continuously bursting with desire - for him and for these men who teased me all day, pushing my buttons, dragging me towards the edge. My hesitation and caution melted away as I became obsessed with satiating my desire, fixated on transforming into a wild goddess, unbound by convention or standards.

Scott kept up with the communications and after a few weeks said I was ready to FaceTime with one of my men. His assignment was for me to pick whichever one made me the most horny and have an online meetup where we would cum for each other. My body flushed at the idea, the thought of another guy, live, online and playing with me. But I was mortified at the possibility of rejection - and it was a huge step. So far it had all been distant and separated. Scott was a fun distraction, but I hadn't actually opened my marriage, not in the flesh - only in my mind. Being face-to-face with a real person, performing sexually for them, being seen - felt like a potential betrayal of my vows.

I didn't want to disappoint Scott. And as my conversations with these men progressed, my fantasies about them grew more potent - I wanted them, needed them. My brain fought against my desire, but the perversion of my arousal flooded my body, corrupting me, driving my deviance deeper.

Hubby had a remote toy that allowed him to vibrate me with his phone. I asked him if I could set the toy up with Harrison, one of the men I'd been flirting with, and use it for the meeting. His face lit up and we set a date, configuring the toy to hop through my husband's cell to Harrison so my phone could stay private.

I couldn't sleep the night before, unable to pull my attention away from the erotic, naughty encounter coming the next evening. Work was impossible as I hummed imagining Harrison toying with me, making me cum.

Hubby watched while Harrison and I spent an hour on the live call. He was more striking through the video screen than in his photos. We flirted and chatted and played coy until he finally asked if he could turn on the toy. My lingerie bottoms were already soaked before he started, and quickly he had me writhing. As he turned it up and down he told me to take off my top, then my panties. Every command intensified my arousal, my focus tugged directly to him. By the time I was naked all of my nervous energy evaporated, inhibition utterly absent. I was putty and wanted to be molded, to make Harrison hard. I asked him to show me his cock, to play with it, and to turn up the toy while he stroked himself. I wanted his eyes fixed on me when he came. The sight of his naked body nudging my arousal to a tipping point - orgasm breaking over me quickly spilling my juices all over. As the sounds escaped my mouth, my cries intensifying, he called out to open my eyes so I could watch him cum for me. As he shot his load in streams, my body continued to shiver and spasm, my eyes locked on his member, basking in the moment, but only partially satiated. I needed his cock buried in my sex, to feel his length, to writhe on it, to be taken and feel his eruption rumble through me.

My lust grew and I desired more.

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The woman in the mirror was ready for Dorian. She was foreign to the person I'd always assumed I was, but the figure before me was hot, raw. The months of online play had left me ravenous. Thinking about what Dorian would do to me had my pussy buzzing.

I rose, moved to the closet and pulled out the new, white-laced body suit that I'd bought for tonight. My hands traced the fabric as I imagined Dorian grabbing me, unsnapping the thong, freeing my nakedness for him, displaying my flesh for his pleasure. My damp folds felt cool as I stood bare, my mind boiling with images of the coming events.

As I stepped into the sexy undergarment, letting the fabric squeeze into my shape, I gazed into the full-length mirror.

This body is getting fucked tonight.

I slid the soft, red dress over my head, letting the shape fit my hips, adjusting the top and pulling it down so it only hinted at what was underneath. The red contrasted with the white pearl strand dangling elegantly from my neck.

Slipping into my strap-on heels I was beaming. Dorian would like what he found at the bar.

One last accessory finished my transformation. My heart skipped as I fashioned the lacy chain around my right ankle, a gift from Harrison. The silver strand and pendant hung just above the red stiletto, marking me, advertising my dark appetite, my carnal core.

I grabbed my clutch and ordered the Uber - if the algorithm was right I'd be sitting at the HighPoint in less than an hour.

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After the FaceTime with Harrison, I was impatient to take the final step. The memory of having this stranger, this new man naked with me, helping me cum, stayed fixed like a needle in my mind. I was charged up all the time - sex with Hubby became more frequent and more intense as I continued my video meetings with the three men I'd been chatting with.

But I wanted more. I craved physical touch. My body cried out to be taken, played with, used for pleasure.

It was a slow transition, but everything about me was now different. I stopped wearing my conventional wife stuff, instead dressing up more often. I sought the eyes of others as I stepped out my door - seeking their lust, wanting them to drink me in, to fantasize about what they'd do to me. The thought of men releasing their orgasm for me, because of me, burrowed into my need. And the attention came, often from men who I didn't consider or want, but it felt good - the base, animalistic nature of it all.

At the gym one evening, unusually alone as Hubby had to attend to the kids, I was interrupted after a set of Russian twists. The man before me stunned - his large, toned body on display under his fitted, long-sleeve shirt, powerful legs flowing out below his 5-inch shorts. He made small talk, noticed my technique, wanted to know if I was open to suggestions.

Immediately, I wanted to hold his attention. As he spoke to me, directing me, instructing my body and movements, my sex began to burn. A few moves in, he reached out to touch me, his hands finding my back and legs as he adjusted my plank. The contact sent shockwaves through me, dampness filled my yoga pants. I craved more.

We chatted through the workout, which I extended far beyond my planned routine. Finally, mercifully, he asked for my number and suggested we work out together. My heart pounded as I plugged my digits into this man's phone, a real person in real life.

I went home and pulled out my favorite vibrator, climaxing again and again as I imagined Dorian's body on mine, his lips on my skin, his tongue in my mouth, his cock filling me, taking me, making me his.

The next morning I woke up next to my husband and had a message waiting for me.

Morning sexy! I hope you slept well. Hit me up next time you head up to the gym and I'll meet you there.

My heart pounded and my mind raced. I hadn't told my husband, or Scott, about this. What should I do? I couldn't ignore Dorian, my body wanted him. It was clear his interest extended beyond working out.

I sat with my thoughts all morning, my brain racing, everything about my life flashing before me. I didn't want to be unfaithful, I loved my life and my family. But there was something primal inside me. Something that needed to be filled, to be pushed and tossed and taken further.

Nervously, after lunch I texted back.

Hi Dorian! I really enjoyed your help yesterday. I'd love to continue, but I need to let you know that I'm married.

I pressed send. Then my body just took over.

But I did think of you when I came home. Your sexy smile was in my dreams.

Send.

Shit. Shit. Shit. What did I do? Fuck. My heart raced. Anxiety overwhelmed me. My hands started to shake. I couldn't focus, my eyes finding only soft outlines in my familiar office space.

Boo, I know you are married. I've seen you with your husband at the gym....

Oh holy fuck. Fuck.

My body betrayed my mind again, my excitement running down my legs as I paced around the room. I trembled in panic. I could tell my body had already decided. I would fuck this man. I could sense my whole life ripping apart as a haziness fell upon me. Who had I become? How did I let this get so far? I was debased, bad, wrong - everything I always judged others for. But the damp cloth absorbing my dripping entrance confirmed my corruption. Every piece of me needed this.

I've also seen you on that site. I've been wanting to reach out there, but when I saw you yesterday at the gym without your husband, I thought I'd do it in person.

My body flashed, fire burned, tingles flickered up and down my spine as I froze in place. Was this really happening?

Dorian, are you comfortable with that?

I'd love nothing more than to give you what you need.

My mouth opened involuntarily, my labia swelling as I read the words over and over. A soft sigh cascaded into the room.

I need to think about it.

Boo, is this your first time? ;)

... Yes

Hell yes. Oh, I know EXACTLY how to take care of you. You're both going to have an incredible time.

My whole body radiated. He hadn't asked anything. He knew he already had me, that my body wanted him. And he was ready to take it.

I kept reading it over and over and over - you're both going to have an incredible time.

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Exiting the Uber, I steadied myself on the high heels, pulled the dress down to make sure this was a PG-13 walk, approached the entrance, and opened the doors to the HighPoint.

I walked straight to the bar, not looking to see if my husband had yet arrived, my heart beating firmly with each step. My mouth was dry, skin tingling with anxiety and anticipation. As I perched on the stool I crossed my legs, making sure the anklet was visible to everyone in the room. With a deep breath I pulled out my phone and sent my husband the first instruction.

Happy birthday, honey! I hope you are ready for your surprise. Stay in your booth if you are already here.

Three ellipses appeared immediately, blinking several times before his response came through. Noticing him across the room in a booth to my left, I read his response.

Holy shit, babe. You look stunning. You want me to stay here?

Deep breaths. He wants this too. He wants this too. He wants this too.

Yes, just stay and observe. Enjoy your drink and I'll text you later with instructions.

My heart was pounding, leaping out of my chest. The rhythmic thumping shuddering through my arms.

Sounds great. Cheers!

I set my phone to silent and sat nervously, my mind wandering, thinking of my life, my husband, our family. I ordered a glass of Pinot Noir but could barely touch it. As the minutes passed, several gentlemen stopped by to ask if they could join me. Declining each, my eyes glassed over as I stared into nothing, the haze covering me in a cloud of anxiety and doubt.

A rough hand traced my back. "Is this seat taken?"

My head turned slowly, almost dismissing the questioner without a thought. But Dorian's figure broke through my unfocused gaze. The fog blew away in an instant as his piercing smile filled my field of view.

"Please!" I exclaimed, almost croaking, my voice admitting my eagerness and nervousness. A flush filled my cheeks.

"Thank you. Damn, you are beautiful. So sexy. That dress is incredible on your body."

I blushed further, a heat coursed through my veins. Dorian ordered an Old Fashioned as he mounted the stool next to me.

"I'm so glad you wanted to meet. I've been thinking about you a lot."

"Me too. I'm excited... and a little nervous."

The bartender slid the whiskey glass to Dorian's open hand. Taking a sip he answered. "I've got you, boo. You're my priority tonight. You and your husband."

My skin jumped at the word husband, the nervousness intensifying. He'd already disappeared from my mind.

He scanned the room. "Is he here?"

"Yes."

"Where's my man?"

"He's in the booth on the far side."

"He can see us, right?"

My thighs felt the dampness forming between them.

"I think so."

"Perfect. It's all about you tonight. Sexy, hot wife. I'm going to do everything we talked about. You're going to fall apart as I dismantle you." He winked.

Dismantle.

A shudder ran through my spine. The realness of the moment overtook me, a mixture of panic and desperation for his touch waging a battle in my heart.

His hand fell to my leg, an arc of lightning flashed through my body.

"Did you do what I asked you to do?"

I blushed, turning away. I knew his request would make everything hotter, for me and Hubby. But I'd struggled to accept his command.

"Yes," I whimpered softly.

"Good girl. Nothing since last Friday, right. A full week?"

"Yes," I answered more fully, seeking his approval.

"Excellent. Did he say anything to you about it?"

"Um... I told him." My voice fell soft again.

"You did! What did you tell him?"

"I didn't mention you. I told him that I wanted to make his birthday special and that we should both abstain completely until then. Like you said."

"And the last time, you were alone and thinking of me." His statement was assured, confident in my submission to his will.

"Yes." The words fell out of my mouth, a panting tumble of acquiescence.

Dorian smirked with a devilish grin as his hand stroked my bare leg, his fingers finding the hem of my dress and toying with the fabric at the edge. His touch melted me, my folds dripping as my desire for him intensified.

"Good girl."

His words sent a charge through my brain and spine.

"I don't want to leave you. I want to stay with you and play, but I need to talk to him. Okay?"

My eyes bugged out. Talk to him? Alone?

"Send him a text for me. Tell him that in 15 minutes he needs to pay for our drinks and head to the room. Tell him to bring three glasses and to have them ready for us when we arrive. Tell him he may be alone for a bit."

My heart pounded. Fuck. Fuck.

"Everything is perfect. This is for you and him. I'm just your conduit. This is what he wants. Trust me."

His confident strides covered the distance quickly, drink in hand. I obeyed, sending my husband the text - my mind trying to rip sense and modesty back into me, failing miserably as a carnal need filled my body with thoughts of my impending corruption.

I felt naked at the bar alone. Exposed. Open to everyone's eyes. My desire was a white hot flame and it oozed off of me.

I watched helplessly as Dorian slipped into the seat opposite my husband. My body trembled as I tried to sip the wine, observing while Dorian spoke. My husband - the man I loved and was committed to, the partner I'd built a life with - listened without expression.

My whole body radiated as I watched, immoble. My husband responded to Dorian as they went back and forth. It seemed like time crawled to a stop as they chatted. I sat alone with my desire. A jealous need to recapture Dorian's attention broke through.

Watching Dorian command the room fed oxygen to the fire burning within me. My need to have him, to be taken, overwhelmed me. Like a force of nature that could only be survived.

Dorian reached his hand out and Hubby accepted, shaking as if they'd brokered some business deal. Hubby smiled as Dorian said something. His response drew a laugh from my soon-to-be lover as they embraced.

My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. This was actually happening.

Was I really this person? What had I started? Can I really do this? What if I disappoint them both? What if Dorian doesn't like what I do? What if Hubby hates it? What if he leaves the room? Leaves me?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Dorian said something final and exited the booth, making his way back to me with a silent purpose. My eyes fixed on him, his smile radiating as he looked into me. My naked desire for him cried out for satisfaction.

My mind fell silent, everything focused on his eyes, his lips as he returned to me.

"Give him a wink. Let him know you're ok, boo." His hand traced my back as he gave his instruction.

I glanced over at the man I'd lived with for 12 years, the man I'd stood with before everyone and made vows to.

And I winked, flashing an anxious smile.

He was grinning back at me. A sort of goofy smirk plastered across his face, restoring my courage.

Raw desire flared as the last vestige of my old self fell away. I needed to touch Dorian, feel him. My hand found his back as we continued our conversation.

Time passed like a fleeting moment. We sipped our drinks slowly - Dorian wanted to make sure we were both sober enough for the activities ahead. His hands fondled me, teased me, and left me, repeating the pattern over and over, drawing out my desire, building a manic need for his touch.

The bartender interrupted our flirtation briefly to let us know that the gentleman in the booth had picked up our tab. I looked over and the booth was empty, my husband was exiting out the front door of the bar.

My heart skipped a beat.

"No worries. He needs to make a quick stop before he heads up. Everything is beautiful, just like you."

My body shivered, goosebumps formed on my skin. Where did he send my husband? My mind stirred and my body hummed as our teasing intensified.

Minutes crashed into each other as his hands stalked up my dress, confidently touching and caressing me over my body suit. His attention unearthed my desire, his compliments sending my mind soaring, his commands deepening my need to please him, to have him inside me.

"I think we've left your man alone long enough, don't you?"

It felt like only moments, but we'd been alone at the bar for nearly half an hour. My husband's earlier exit had completely escaped my mind.

"Ye... yes." I stammered, my body and mind needing to feel this powerful man on me and my anxiety about what was to come confusing my thoughts.

His hand fluttered up my dress once more and he leaned in, his lips finding mine for the first time. My head moved to his, opening my mouth to taste him. He teased me with only a simple kiss, denying me the embrace I wanted.

"Let's roll, boo."

He pulled me from the stool, folded my arms around his, and paraded me out of the room, heading straight to the elevator bay. As we waited, his hand dropped to my back and traced my spine through the dress down to my ass, grabbing a handful, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me.

Another couple joined us in the lobby as the doors opened. Entering the elevator, I froze.

"Shit." I had no idea what room to go to.

"Fifth floor." Dorian noted, flashing a knowing smile.

"How..." Confused, I obeyed and the carriage began to rise. As soon as our weight shifted, he grabbed me, cradling my torso into his chest, kissing me deeply, finally giving me his tongue.

I was filled with lust and want - and awkward delight as the couple next to us watched me diving into him. His hands felt all around my body, my desire and immodesty on full display. My normal, reserved persona drowned out, washed away, as I panted for this man, parading and flaunting for him, allowing him to reduce me to my basest instinct. The shame built into my arousal, elevating my need to taste him, to have his hands feel my naked skin.

I didn't notice the door open or that our companions had already exited the lift. Dorian broke our embrace, toting me with him as we headed down the hall. Arriving at room 525, he thrust me into the door. His hands covered my breasts, bringing relief and pleasure to my hardened nipples. He raised the bottom of my dress as his tongue plunged into my throat, pinning my body. His legs forced mine apart as he pressed his bulge into me, another lightning bolt tearing through my skin.

His lips left mine and bent to my neck, nibbling as his hips ground into mine, my body meeting his with equal intensity.

"Knock on the door." He whispered between nibbles.

I obeyed, releasing my grip on his back to rap at the wooden barrier holding me up.

Dorian's arms enveloped me, tugged me forward and away from the door. It opened slowly as our embrace continued. After a beat, he broke our connection.

"Tell your husband happy birthday."

My mind was in a fog. As I turned to see my loving husband grinning in the doorway, I snapped back.

"Happy birthday, honey!"

Dorian released me. "Give him a kiss. A good one, like you mean it."

I drifted across the threshold and guided my husband's face to mine, locking with his lips and forcing my tongue into his mouth. His hands held onto me as we embraced for several moments.

Dorian slapped my ass, stinging the skin through the dress. "Okay you two, let's give you what you asked for." He strode past me into the room, his size contrasting with my husband as he passed. At least six inches taller and broadly built, Dorian cast an imposing presence in the room.

I glanced into the space as he moved to the center. There was a small table with two chairs set in the far right corner. Three wine glasses waited on the table, one already sampled, a bottle of Robert Biale Zinfandel uncorked next to it. To my left, the bathroom was luxurious and large. An open shower filled the entire back section, a rain-style head dangling from the ceiling.

Dorian's naked body sprang into my imagination. I hoped he'd take me with him, let our bodies mingle together under the flowing water.

Typical artwork hung throughout the main room. The bed was large, centered on the left wall, flanked by two end tables with matching lamps. The main lighting was turned off and the lamps illuminated the space in a semi-soft glow.

On the bed sat a box of condoms.

Dorian held out his hand. I went to him without thinking.

My husband moved to the corner, grabbed the two full glasses and returned, handing us each a stem. Retreating to his corner, he lifted his glass and raised it.

"Thank you both for a wonderful birthday surprise."

My heart melted.

Dorian motioned for me to sit on the bed. He followed, joining on my right, my body literally filling the space between the two men. He tilted the glass back, taking a sip.

"Ooh. Excellent choice."

As we slowly indulged in the wine, we chatted about life, about the world and our place in it. Dorian's comfort and command disarmed us both, allowing us to sink into the moment, to feel at ease, and accept his dominance, reducing the weight of what we'd set up, and risked.

As my glass emptied, my husband rose, taking it from me and offering his free hand to Dorian - who filled it with his empty stem. As he fell back to his chair, I noticed the bulge in his pants. He smiled softly, a sort of half grin as he resumed his place in the corner.

Dorian took control, his hand rising to my face steering my chin to him as he kissed me. My arms instinctively wrapped around his wide torso, clutching him as his tongue filled my throat, my lips sucking, trying to swallow him.

As we embraced and melted into each other, sound began to stream from the television on the wall. My husband had turned on a beachy station, letting the vibrations flow into the space and setting the mood.

Dorian's hands moved over me with power and ownership, savoring my body over the dress.

Pulling away, leaving my mouth empty, he stood, inviting me up to him.

"I think it's time you shed that."

Eroticism filled the air as I followed his instruction. His hand held me at a distance as I unzipped the back, letting the satin fall from my body, revealing the white body suit underneath.

"Look at that sexy body. My god, you are hot. Did you wear that just for me?" He smirked.

Just. For. Me.

My liquid desire exploded as he acknowledged my effort to give him something special, unique.

"Turn around, let me see that banging body - that ass. Damn!"

I turned slowly for him, delighted as his eyes selfishly took me in. As I spun, my glance stopped at my husband, his face open and excited as he looked at me. With two men ogling my form, a smile spread across my lips.

"I was going to have you strip naked for me, but this is too hot. Get over here and kiss me. Let me feel your body heat."

I shuddered at his words and went to him. His hands grabbed me and I disappeared into his chest, kissing him and welcoming his grip on my back and ass, as he kneaded and fondled me like I was some toy.

Our embrace continued as his hands moved to my chest, cupping and circling my breasts through the white fabric. He traced my hips and thighs before claiming the altar of my want with his big paw. Pressing his palm into me, pushing the cloth into my folds and rubbing my labia, I began to gyrate once more. Silently willing him to remove the barrier, to dig his fingers into me, to fill me, to release me from my prison.

In a single yank, he unsnapped the buttons holding the thong in place, the material springing away as his fingers resumed their exploration.

With my body tumbling towards orgasm, he retreated. The absence of his touch only intensified my desire, my base need, as everything dissolved into unbound arousal.

"Take my clothes off." He stated, another bolt shooting through me at his direction.

I reached for his shirt, my fingers trembling as I unbuttoned it and slipped the sides over his strong shoulders, revealing his dark, toned chest, tight abs, the veins popping on his biceps. I ran my hands over him, gazing at his bare body, selfishly gorging on all of his beauty, feeling every surface, grasping at the way his skin stretched taut across the bulges in his muscles. As my eyes finally rose to meet his, I saw in him a hunger and fire that sent me fully. I wanted to please this man, to give him whatever satisfaction my body could offer.

He invited me to him, kissing me softly as my hands freed his belt. My lips moved down his chest as my hands sprang open the clasp on his pants and guided them down. Dropping to my knees, my eyes widened as his half-full cock bounced from his boxers, the unwelcome barrier collecting at his feet.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped free, his magnificent naked form towering over me. My left hand traced the outline of his sex. His shaven cock and balls hanging like a lead weight. As my hand wrapped around it, barely able to hold it, I worried if I'd be able to take him all, to reward him how I wanted to.

As my hand worked and my mind floated, my mouth filled with saliva, wanting to taste him, to have him fill my throat, determined to bring him exquisite pleasure. My attention fell to my hand, the wedding ring adorning my finger now wrapped around this beautiful, foreign cock.

The rawness of the moment overwhelmed me.

My mouth enveloped him, my tongue lashing the bottom as I took him to the back of my throat. As he filled me, bottoming out and cutting off my airway, I sucked in, wanting to swallow him whole. Slowly, I pulled back, wetting every surface as my hand continued to work at the base. A breeze rushed in as my airway reopened, my ring glinting as it moved back and forth.

"Damn. That's a good girl." My pussy trembled at the compliment. "Look at your husband. Let him see your eyes as you suck my cock."

My body rumbled further at his direction. He shifted sideways, his hands holding back my hair, allowing me to look over at the man I married, sitting there quietly with his legs crossed, wine glass in his hand. His eyes laser-focused on me.

I stared into my life partner as I bobbed up and down on Dorian's manhood. Taking him out of my mouth I lifted his swelling cock and pressed my lips to the base underneath, sucking and licking him from bottom to top, keeping my eyes on my husband like Dorian wanted. I needed him to see my lust, to watch my depravity as I submitted to this man, using my face to pleasure him, to give him anything he wished. My hand increased its pace, my lips cradling one of his balls, fondling it with my tongue.

"Shit, boo. You're ravenous. That's it, suck those balls."

I took the other one in my mouth, leaving the first a sopping wet mess, my other hand cupping underneath. Rising again, I sucked his rock-hard erection, fully engorged now, the skin pressed taut like his chest, showing off his impressive girth. My head nodded with purpose trying to match the rhythm of my hand as he stroked my hair.

I wanted to please him. I wanted his praise, his approval. I wanted Dorian to grunt and groan and empty himself into my throat.

"Ok, that's enough hungry girl." He pulled me up by my shoulders. "You're incredible, but you didn't bring me here for this. That sexy body needs to be fucked."

My body erupted, wetness dripping from me.

"Tell him."

I blinked.

"Turn to him and tell him you want me to fuck your needy pussy and make you cum."

The dirty talk broke through my last barrier. The surface of my skin tingled over every pore. I was desperate to have his cock inside me, to fall over the edge and break on him.

I turned to my husband. "I want to fuck Dorian."

My husband grinned, slyly. "That's not what he told you to say."

SONOFABITCH! This confidence from my husband was new, a bit of Scott leaking in. I didn't think my arousal could rise further, but it surged.

"I need Dorian to fuck my pussy and make me cum."

"You need it?"

"More than anything."

"Ask him nicely"

Tingles everywhere. Who the fuck was this man sitting in the corner commanding me?

Turning to Dorian I quivered "Please make me cum. Please fuck me and use my body." As the words left my mouth my veins radiated heat and pulsed with intensity.

"You want me to use you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to make that married pussy cum all over this hard dick?"

Lightning bolts everywhere.

"Please fuck me. I can't take it anymore!" I whimpered.

"Grab a condom and put it on me so I can fuck you until your mind snaps."

I had never been more turned on. Every cell inside me buzzed with unified desire. My labia were fully engorged, swollen and needy. My womb ached to take him inside me, to feel his release.

I went to the bed, tore open the box, and retrieved the string of condoms. Tearing open the first one, I removed the latex from the wrapping and went to put it on him.

"Hold up."

I froze.

Dorian looked over at my husband. "What do you think? She acting like needs it?"

"I don't think so. She's got to really submit. I don't buy it."

WTF.

"Tell her." Dorian was toying with me, enjoying my filthy surrender.

"Use your mouth, baby. Put it on him properly. Show him you want it more than anything."

Jesus.

My words thrown back at me, used like a weapon to lower me further. They were enjoying my fall into nothingness, reducing me to a begging debauched mess. My ache slowly unraveling my brain.

Why was this so fucking hot?

I unrolled the end of the latex, put the tip on the end of his rod and fed him into my mouth again. I slid forward, my hand holding the base firm as my lips helped the condom form around him. I struggled to swallow his length, letting his girth fill my mouth and throat until it fully unraveled.

Tears formed in my eyes as I held back my gag reflex. My lungs burned as his thick mushroom tip lodged deeper into my throat.

I didn't like this new barrier. I wanted to taste his skin again, but I strained to hold him as I tickled his base with the edge of my tongue. When I couldn't take it any longer, I popped off and looked up, smiling for some reason as my eyes watered.

"Good girl! Took that big dick all the way in your throat. Now get on your knees on the bed so I can fuck that pussy. Take your married ass. Make you cum all over me."

I leapt onto the mattress, pouncing like an eager teenager in heat.

"No, no, boo. Turn around so you can face your man."

I did as I was told. Dorian moved behind me, my whole body trembling as I waited to be satiated, for him to finally fill me.

He smacked my ass playfully, a pleasing sting fluttering over my skin. His hands gripped my cheeks, spreading me open, his knees knocking into mine, splaying me further.

"I want him to see your face as you take this cock." He teased, the end of his member pressing into my opening.

I moaned, gripping the sheets, my head bucking, eyes closing, back arching to invite him in.

"Be a good girl and look at him."

I fought my body's natural submission, struggling to open my eyes as he slid into me. My mind snapped. A gasp rang out as it went in, my walls stretching and struggling to form around his rod.

"OHMYGOD"

I panted as he continued, stuffing me and giving my body what it craved. He paused as he bottomed out, the tip pressing into my cervix as a tingle of pain and pleasure washed over me.

"OHGOD"

My eyes held onto my husband's as he watched this man impale me.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

The words came tumbling out of my mouth, an involuntary pleading as instinct took over. I never spoke like this with anyone else.

"You want it?"

I pressed into him. "Fuck me. Take me. Make me cum on you... Please!"

His thumb pressed firmly on the rim of my ass, another charge of pleasure bouncing through me. As we'd texted back and forth, I'd confided that I had never had anal sex, always fearing the pain. He traced a slow circular pattern, sending tingles through my back, his cock steady and deep within me, claiming my wet sleeve. The tease of his thumb on my unsullied hole felt wild and wonderful and forbidden. My psyche slipped down deeper into the darkness - my hips automatically raising to meet his digit as the compression threatened to breach my virgin ass.

"Goddamn. Fine, fine, sexy ass."

My yearning crested.

"One day I'm going to take that ass. I'm gonna take it when I want and you're going to give it to me. Aren't you?"

The wave towered over me, a giant force threatening to devastate my world, everything pulsating and humming.

"Yes."

His body rocked, his cock sliding out, sending shudders through my walls and into my body. He had barely started and I was already breaking.

He savored my surrender, building a steady, increasing speed. Every plunge deepened my shameless descent and compelled me to open more to him. I pressed into his movements, arching my back, lifting my hips, spreading wide, presenting my body to be claimed. The tension inside rubbed every surface, amplifying my experience.

"Oh, fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Don't stop. Harder."

"Tell me it's mine. You want me to fuck your ass. You want my cock to take it."

"Oh god. Yes. You can fuck my ass, pound me, use me. Ruin me, please. Don't stop!"

His oscillation continued, ramming into me with abandon. His hips hammered into mine, his penetration conquering me, claiming me.

After a few full thrusts, my body detonated.

"OHGOD. I'm cumming......"

A white radiance filled my field of view, washing the world away as my pussy clamped down hard on his sliding member. Waves shook through my body, sending pulses of energy and sweet torture crackling outward from my used sex. Everything disappeared except the feeling of him inside me, the tension splaying me wider with shaking pleasure. My mouth was open, fully agape as I struggled to yell and scream, but no sound escaped as the breath left my lungs. My neck strained, veins attempting to rip through my skin. I pulled on the bed covering, lashing at it, trying to hold onto the feeling, falling into the abyss and letting it whisk me away, taking me to an infinite euphoria. My legs vibrated and shook as meek squeals finally filled the air.

He'd requested we refrain from any orgasms for a week. The result was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

Dorian slowed, then paused, letting me gather myself and return from my climax.

"You love this cock, don't you?"

Breathless, I nodded. "I love... your cock... Fuck me... until... I can't... think."

He started again, faster and rougher this time. Slapping my ass as he pounded into me, punishing my pussy, leaving me gasping and moaning. All my pretense was gone, the worry and restraint annihilated. I had given myself over, letting my body be used. Wanting him to own me, unravel me, have me any way he wanted.

My mind was settled, quiet, comforted by my submission - my descent complete.

"Can you see? She's creaming all over me. Look!" Dorian pointed down, laying bare the evidence of my arousal to my husband as I arched into him, meeting his thrusts with my own strength. I whimpered and squealed as he fucked me, vibrating with the pleasure my body deserved.

"Damn girl, you do want this dick."

He slowed then stopped, pulling out. The cool air rushed in, sending tingles across my lips and hole.

"You're too hot to keep that body suit. Let's get that thing off so we can enjoy every bit of those sexy curves."

He pulled the fabric over my head, tossing the white cloth aside, matching his nudity. A thin sheen of dew reflected off my bare skin, only my heels remained. Nude, save my red pumps, pearl necklace, and the anklet I now deserved. Riding the high from my climax, I felt perfect. I knelt there, exposed, open and raw, waiting for my lover to take whatever I had left to give.

"Hop on me. Ride me like you want to break it. Let your husband see this dick fill you up."

My longing had already returned. Every cell was on fire for him. My body needed more.

He laid down at the head of the bed, feet facing the corner. Hubby sat drinking his wine, observing it all. I climbed on top of this new man, holding his cock upright and sliding it into my hungry gateway, gasping as the volume claimed me again. Slowly I sat down, shifting my hips back and forth to take it all, to have him stuff me.

Dorian smiled, his hands fondling my breasts, pinching at my hardened nipples. Sliding up and down, I ground into him, lifting up as far as I could and crashing back, letting his girth stretch me further.

The pleasure of his hands on my skin carried me to the edge again, building to another climax as I rode him. My body was insatiable. Drunk with primal hunger, I forced my hips into him with each rebound, the delight of his cock sending me as my clit stung from the impact with his skin. I fell apart again, moaning and spinning and whimpering into the empty space of the universe as the crescendo shook and rumbled through me. All sense of anything beyond fucking him drifted away.

I ached to have him, all of him, jealous of the barrier between us, resentful of the foreign intrusion. I wanted him to use me, to take me, to have me without restriction. To ruin me and break me, nourish my needy desire.

As my vision came back, I stopped. I looked at Dorian radiating with pride as he relished my second orgasm.

A beat passed as I settled back into the room.

Remembering where I was, I turned to my husband. His grin wide as his glass neared empty.

I gave him a wink, and he looked back with a slightly puzzled expression.

Returning to Dorian, I lifted myself off him. Reaching beneath my sore and swollen pussy, I grabbed the base of his cock, rolling up the condom, removing the barrier between us, tossing it away.

"You sure, boo?" He asked.

"Take me. Fill me. Claim me." I whispered to my lover. "Make my body yours."

"Tell your husband."

I turned again, "My body is his." I said with total conviction.

Dorian whispered, "Tell him you want my seed. You need me to fill you up."

My womb spasmed with visceral yearning.

Staring directly into my husband's eyes, I obeyed. "I need him to cum inside me. I want him to fill me up. Wreck me. Soil me. Claim my pussy."

My husband remained stoic, motionless, his expression unchanged as he watched from the corner.

Returning my attention to Dorian, I slid back down on his engorged cock, letting the feeling of his raw sex buzz through my body. His bare skin fused with my insides, connecting us.

My husband's presence evaporated from my mind as I presented my sanctuary to my new lover. I rode his unprotected shaft, moaning and kissing him as my body collided with his. Letting the depravity of my fall build my ecstasy to another peak.

Before I could crest again, he held me and stopped my momentum. As I sat motionless, he looked directly into my eyes. "How do you want to take it? How do you want to be filled? Let me give you what you want."

My whole being blazed. My body was ravenous for him to make love to me, to bury himself inside me, to give himself to me and shoot into my forbidden space while I felt his body twitch and pulse and fumble and erupt.

"I want you on top of me. I want to look into your eyes and hold you when you cum for me."

His eyes sparkled as I rose off of him and laid down on my back, spreading myself, wet and hungry for my final ruin.

He crawled onto me, pressing into me again, taking my breath as I cooed into the hedonism. He shifted and adjusted as he slid in, hips flexing to reach deeper as he laid on top of me, his skin touching mine. I caressed his face, drawing his mouth to mine, kissing him softly as his uncovered length penetrated me.

Our tongues danced in our mouths as his thrusting sped up. My hips lifted to meet his advances as I spread my legs as wide as I could, letting them dangle out to my sides, opening my hips and womb to him.

His mouth locked onto mine as I cradled his back, coaxing his full weight onto my chest, wrapping my arms around him as my slippery wetness - my orgasms - lubricated his deepening thrusts. The intensity grew as his arms draped over my shoulders, folding me deeper into his chest, my whole self disappearing into him. Each plunge heightened my pleasure and deepened my arousal.

My body flushed with volcanic heat as I neared a final climax. Trying to hold on, wanting to spill over together, I locked my legs around him, drawing him into my unveiled warmth, willing his cock to drench my body.

"Yes, MORE! Cum for me. Flood me." I cried out as he tensed.

"Oh! Oooh shit!" He groaned as my body flipped into another dimension. Shudders thundered through me. My legs quivered as they tried to hang onto him, my fingers clawing into his back as my pussy trembled and quaked. A violent rush of heat coursed through my blood.

And I felt it.

Finally.

My mind wondrously satiated by the heavy throbbing surge deep within me as his moaning grew louder. His warmth spread inside me as his peak unleashed strands of seed onto my cervix and walls. A continued pulsing thundered into me, as wave after wave of his thick release saturated my warm hollow, claiming my sacred center.

I held him tightly as his body trembled. His face met mine and kissed me delicately. I whimpered into his mouth, relishing in the mixing of our release, our bodies fused together and holding fast as his semen floated inside me.

A heavy wave of contentment settled into my bones. My body used and satisfied - bathed in the result of our illicit coupling - left my mind quiet as my soul soared. A euphoric high embedded deep within me, completing my transformation.

We stayed quiet, motionless, and bonded for several minutes. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Thank you for that. Incredible."

I blushed, answering, "It was perfect."

"It was perfect." His eyes were full of contentment and warm as he gazed down into me. "Think your husband enjoyed the show?"

Holy shit!

I had completely forgotten I was married, that my husband was in the room, that he existed in the universe. Nothing broke through beyond this feeling.

A look of panic rushed across my face.

"I'm pretty sure he loved it, boo." Dorian tried to calm my clear anxiety. Rolling off of me, he instructed further. "Keep those legs open. Let him see the mess we made."

My face flushed with thoughts of the evidence of our deed.

Sensing my worry, he added, "I promise he'll love the extra birthday surprise."

He winked at me.

The world started to regain focus as the erotic delirium dissipated. I looked over at the man who'd disappeared from my memory, like a phantom blown away in the wind. His eyes were full of passionate intensity, and his grin was wide.

Sensing I was still not fully back, Dorian quipped to my husband. "Come over here. She's yours. Take in the results of the show, my man."

My husband, trying to let the spell break, rose slowly and moved to the bed. "Fucking shit, guys. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen." His eyes stayed on my face, drinking in the radiance of our sexual display. "Holy hell."

"She was awesome, unbelievable, and she gave it her all, didn't she?"

"She was a good girl for you, man."

For you.

My husband's words burrowed into me.

"Fuck yes, she was. My good little dirty girl."

My.

Hubby's eyes fell on my body, lingering on the bite marks on my shoulders, taking in the glistening sweat from my breasts and core. I revelled in his attention as his focus continued to descend, stopping on my used pussy. I felt the mess leaking out, Dorian's release and my essence mixing and spilling from me. His gaze was fixed on it.

With my left hand, I reached down, rubbing myself, sticking my fingers in the potion, letting it coat me.

His eyes followed my every move, my body already starting to wake up to his devotion.

I dug two fingers deep inside, pulling more of our sticky aftersex free. His eyes widened, pupils dilating. I brought my hand to my mouth, pausing to let him witness my ring glistening with the forbidden nectar sticking to my fingers, then put them in my mouth, licking them dry and cleaning away any trace. Hubby's face flushed and a grin spread across his mouth.

"Goddamn. Sexy shit." Dorian chuckled. He came back to me, kissing me once more. "I think my work here is done. You were lovely. Just a perfect goddess. I can't wait to fuck you again, boo."

Again.

My pussy tingled, anticipation building as the thought of having him claim me once more hushed my mind.

Dorian stood, naked with his fading erection, moving to the edge where my husband sat, and extended his hand. They shook like old friends smiling at their reunion.

"Thanks, man. It was amazing. I think she loved it even more than I did."

"Pleasure was all mine." Their embrace continued. "It's time for you two to reconnect. I'll leave you to it."

As he began putting his clothes back on, I found myself already missing him. Heading for the door, he turned. "Sexy ass. Can't wait to do this again, you two."

And he was gone.

Lying comfortably on my back, I was exposed, laid bare like a trophy. Everything felt perfect. My body was a mixture of dull pain and bliss.

"Come here," I told my husband. "Sit next to me."

He moved to the spot Dorian had vacated. I turned and looked him in the eye, steering him to me as I kissed him, pressing my tongue into his mouth.

"I want you," I said, unbuttoning his shirt.

My hands fell down to his waist, feeling his hardness through the barrier. "Someone enjoyed the show." I teased as he pressed his cock into my palm, his eyes burning with desire.

His pants opened and I freed his wanting organ, gripping it, remembering its familiarity. He hovered over me, but I shifted with purpose, guiding him onto his back. Fully erect, I climbed on top of him, kissing him and rubbing my slit across his tightened skin, lubricating it with the excess from my previous coupling.

As I took him inside, his eyes flashed. "Oh baby," he cried. I kissed him softly as I rode my life partner, his soft moans filling me with pride and courage. My body wanted him again, to be his wife, to live in the safety of our world. An intimate eroticism marked us as I felt him writhing under me.

"Did you like that honey?" I taunted - a new boldness in my voice.

"Yes, baby. It was amazing."

My body rose up and down on his pole, gliding with the mixture of our mess and coating us in the reality of our shared unraveling.

"Did you like seeing your wife fuck that guy?" My words rang out with clarity and purpose.

"Oh, shit. Yes." His body was flush, eyes wide.

I sped up.

"Did you like it when your wife came on his cock?" This new power pulsed through me, driving me.

"Fuck... yes!"

He was close, almost ready to fall apart before me.

"Did you like it when he came inside me?"

"Fucking hell..."

I wanted his submission. I needed his body and mind to collapse into my voice, to hold power over him and make his world shatter into blissful climax.

"Do you like fucking your wife's used pussy?"

"Fuck..... shit!" He cried out as he exploded inside me. His body emptying the week's build-up deep into my cavity. The warmth of his deposit swirled with the remnants of my earlier triumph. My eyes jealously feasted on his every twitch, the facial tics as his body discharged, the flushing red of his cheeks, and the strain in his temples. I gorged on the tensing of his muscles and the strain in his voice. His breathing heaved and his body shuddered as I ground into him, basking in every spasm, every drop pouring out of him, selfishly devouring his wanton desire. I surged with a powerful lust as I witnessed his collapse into my control, his shared debasement and undoing.

"Goddamn, baby. Fuck." He slowly returned, a smile from his lips growing as I leaned down to kiss my love.

I laid on him, resting, listening to his heartbeat as he slowly slipped out of me. He kissed my head and held me tight on his chest. I wanted to stay in that moment with that high forever.

"Happy birthday, honey."

"Fucking hell, baby. That was wild."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Are you alright? Do you feel ok?" He asked.

All barriers dissolved away. My previous anxiety at sharing candidly now replaced by a common bond, the illicit secret of our shared submission and deviance.

"I feel better than I've ever felt in my life."

I continued. "At the beginning, I was so nervous. Especially when he went to your table. My body was revved up but I was freaking out, thinking about how you might not like it. Wondering what you were talking about..."

I paused.

"What did you talk about?"

He kissed my head again. "He came over to my booth and wanted to make sure I was all in."

"Oh! I was trying to surprise you." A tinge of disappointment hung on my words.

"Baby, I know. I mean, I knew you had something like this planned when you walked into the bar. You oozed sex appeal. He said he wanted to make sure I was good. He wanted to do it, and he knew you wanted to do it, but he never plays with couples until he can confirm with the husband."

"That's very respectful, actually."

Dorian was exactly what I needed.

"Yes, it is. He told me he'd do everything you wanted and would make it awesome for both of us. He asked me if I had brought condoms. Since it was a surprise, I hadn't, so he asked me to grab some while he got you worked up."

"Oh!" I hadn't remembered to bring condoms. My body was so focused on the whole thing that it never occurred to me to take such an obvious step.

"He asked me if I had any rules. I told him that everything was for you. Whatever you wanted to do was fine with me."

I suddenly felt flush. I hadn't planned on having him cum inside me, the power of the moment overwhelmed me and my body needed it.

"I... I... were you.."

"I told him you were in charge, babe. He asked what I wanted him to do if you asked him to finish inside... I think he could tell how hot you were going to be for him... I told him I thought it would be sexy as hell. He said I was a great husband and sent me on the errand."

My soul was overflowing.

"I love you, honey. You weren't jealous were you? Everything ok?"

"Fuck yes, baby. It was the hottest night of my life. Best birthday ever. I love you."

"Perfect."

I held my husband, my mind quiet and my body spent. A hum echoed through me as I was covered in the comfort of our deep love and affection, of our perfect life.

I let the silence settle over us before continuing.

"Because I'm definitely fucking him again."

I felt Hubby's cock stir beneath me.