In moments of clarity, Gregory pondered how this had come about.
He knew it had all started when his wife, Marcie, had submitted to Master Nicolas. He couldn't blame her, of course. In her early forties now, she'd probably succumbed to his charm, his flattery. He seemed to radiate a sort of charisma that ensorcelled people.
Even at her 40th birthday, Marcie was still the knockout that he'd married. Her light brown hair lent itself to the golden streaks of highlights that she favored. Her green eyes flashed with intelligence, and her full red lips invited kissing them and nibbling on them. She'd kept her body trim and limber with exercises like jogging and yoga. When she stepped out of the shower, he couldn't help but admire her 38-26-34 figure - especially her generous 38C cup breasts. He'd always been a tit man, and Marcie's were spectacular.
She was kind, and laughed easily, and her sense of humor matched his own.
In retrospect, he thought that perhaps as much as he admired his wife, he'd neglected to tell her that often enough. Maybe that's how Master Nicolas began his enchantment - sincere flattery. Flattery that a woman like Marcie might soak up like a thirsty flower revels in the rain. He didn't know. He'd never asked Marcie directly how Master Nicolas first enticed her to his bed. But he could imagine it.
He could imagine Marcie shivering with delight at Master Nicolas's compliments. He could imagine her licking her lips with desire as her blouse buttons were opened, one by one. As her flesh was uncovered, undoubtedly Master Nicolas kissed every soft, fragrant patch of skin as it was revealed. Marcie might have been bold enough to run her fingers into his dark black hair, urging his mouth to this or that sensitive area. She might've been panting, straining in his grasp as every stitch of clothing was removed from her body.
Did Master Nicolas stand back at that point, and tell Marcie to display herself to his gaze? Gregory didn't know, but assuming this had happened, he imagined Marcie might've removed her hands from coyly covering herself with them and perhaps raised her arms above her head. Master Nicolas could take his time, scanning her body, complimenting about her poise, her physical appearance, and her desirability. Gregory imagined that his wife would've been blushing from such effusive flattery, but soaking it all in at the same time.
As this imaginary scene became more vivid, Gregory felt compelled to grab his dick and begin stroking it. Since he hadn't been present, his fantasy took over, creating the perfect interaction between his wife and her seducer. In his mind, his wife glowed with happiness at being seduced. Maybe she knelt down at a quiet command, and opened Master Nicolas's pants. She might've ooohed... or gasped, when she fished out his dick, with her eyes dilating when she saw the size of it. Gregory had seen it himself many times, and each time it was impressive, even to him. His mind's eye saw Marcie opening her mouth, stretching her lips, trying to take it in. And then sucking at it, worshiping it, with her cunt dampening. Then being led to his bed. Lying back eagerly, opening her thighs, parting her labia, moaning with need. Gregory moaned, echoing the moan of his wife in his mind, stroking his dick faster.
He was now imagining the head of Master Nicolas's dick being rubbed up and down Marcie's slit, teasing her. Hearing her groans of frustration at being toyed with like that. Maybe Master Nicolas had demanded that she beg for his dick - beg to be fucked. Gregory could almost hear her crying out 'Fuck me! Oh god! Fuck me with that huge cock! I want you to impale me with it!' as she lifted her hips toward that teasing, rubbing dick.
And then her shriek of delight as he finally inserted himself into her. Her babbling sounds of pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her wailing of nonsense syllables as she came and came on his thrusting dick. Her cunt being filled by his seed as he emptied himself into her. Gregory came as he visualized Master Nicolas shooting his semen into Marcie. Gregory's spurts painted his chest with his hot, aromatic cum. He sighed and slumped, letting go of his now softening dick.
Casting his mind back, he realized his first inkling that something was up occurred as Marcie began exhibiting heightened sensuality. She began initiating sex more often, even giving him blow jobs at unexpected times, like the moment he walked in the door after work. Or in the middle of the night, Marcie might sneak under the covers, and he'd awaken with his stiff cock being nursed on by her hungry mouth. Marcie began walking around inside their house naked. Once he found her gardening in their back yard wearing only a sun hat!
One day he got up the courage to discuss it with her. He pointed out his observations on her changed behavior, and then concluded with, "I don't know what's gotten into you, darling. But I like it. I love these changes. What brought them about? Some new self-help book? Or have you been going to counseling without telling me?"
She blushed and stammered, obviously uncertain as to what to say.
"Please tell me. I sincerely want to know," he pressed gently. It was clear that now that he'd broached the subject, he wasn't about to let it go.
Marcie decided that she'd have to come clean. In a disjointed, rambling explanation, she confessed to her husband about meeting a man who's a Dominant, and how she'd submitted to him, and how he was expanding her sexual horizons in ways that surprised her.
Shocked, Gregory got angry, feeling that this man was a usurper, stealing his wife's affections, violating his marriage. "I want to meet this son of a bitch!" he demanded.
Tearfully giving Master Nicolas a phone call, Marcie was surprised when he readily agreed to meet with Gregory, suggesting a place where the two of them could have a private conversation.
At the appointed time, a still enraged Gregory went there, half intending to beat this guy up, although he wasn't a violent person by nature.
As they met, Gregory ignored the proffered handshake, growling, "Nicolas, I've learned that you're fucking my wife!"
Surprisingly, Nicolas didn't deny it at all. Instead, he calmly stated. "Yes, and you yourself are fucking her a lot more lately, aren't you?"
Gregory lost a little steam as he grudgingly had to agree with that statement. "Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?" he said gruffly.
"Part of that's her own doing, of course, but a lot of it is at my command," Nicolas stated, smiling softly.
"Your command?" Gregory blurted out, incredulous. This Nicolas sure had a smooth way of talking, he found.
"Yes, Marcie obeys me now," Nicolas began. "And my first rule was that you, her husband, should receive a LOT more sex than you'd been getting. I'd questioned her closely about how often the two of you had sex, and she was embarrassed when she thought about that scarcity. Marcie is a sensuous woman, as we both know, and she merely needed to be reminded of that fact. Are you angry with the results?"