When I set this plan in motion I had no idea this would happen. My wife is innocent, demure, and pure. But the woman in front of me is anything but.
My wife reminds me daily that I’m enough for her just the way I am, but I can’t say the same about my own feelings. I love her and she’s beautiful, but she’s not enough to make me happy. I’ll always want more.
She’s bent over backwards for him. She’s giving herself to this man she barely knows. She’s hungry for more, demanding from him and humiliating me. She’s putting me in my place like it’s what she was born to do.
An opportunity to pursue my fantasy came up and I foolishly pressed her to do that. I asked her to do this for me, and like the good wife she is, she agreed. I’m starting to think now that she had her own reasons.
When she’s with him, they’re too familiar. Their bodies fit too well and they leapt into this all too easily. It was like they’d done this dance before. They knew all the moves.
The wanton woman I’m watching with this stranger isn’t the woman that I fell in love with. Where is her innocence? Where is her hesitation? Where is the woman I love?
And why can’t I look away while he steals her from me?
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I’m asking too much of her.
“I can’t do that. It’s too much.”
Those words, accompanied by blushing insecurity, had set the boundaries of my wife’s comfort. Her hands on me were fine, but mine could never enter her. Lips were made for kissing, nothing more. On her back, me on top.
The rules were strict.
When X ordered Caroline on her knees she gave me a desperate look because it was well beyond the boundaries. But pushing boundaries was the context for all of this. It was what all of this was about.
Still, I was more than surprised when she obeyed and fell to her knees. When she slipped down so gentle and knelt there waiting for him to take the next step.
Slowly X peeled his coat off and tossed it over the back of a nearby chair. He looked down at her afterward, cupping her chin and turning it up to look at him and only then did I realize that she was practically burning a hole in his pants staring at the place where his cock was.
But he met her eyes with his own. He stared her down and waited there until he had her full attention.
“You know what to do slut.”
Swearing was also over the line. As was any discussion about indecent topics that wouldn’t be polite around the dinner table. I’d sworn in front of her before and she had visibly flinched.
I waited for her to protest.
But I watched as instead her fingers tangled in his belt and tugged so quick and eager. She had him open and exposed in a heartbeat and both of us took a deep gasping breath as he came tumbling out.
Pictures hadn’t done him justice.
X was enormous, more the twice my thickness and twice my length. He put me to absolute shame and even soft he was enough to make my heart pound with anticipation.
In the dark suite all those years ago that woman had asked me if I was ready to change my life and I hadn’t realized what she’s meant. She stripped me bare and tied me down to the bed and by the time she was done I was hard and aching for her.
But she didn’t give herself to me.
She shrugged out of her coat, revealing her naked body to me. Then there was a knock at the door and we were joined by her friend.
In the moment of this day. In the bedroom I shared with my wife. I felt my breath catch in my throat.
I watched intently, taking in the contrast between her innocence and his firm corruption. I watched his size compared to her, knowing there was no way that things could work.