I will spare you the minutiae about my wife and not because I want you to cut to the eroticism but because nothing I list in detail will explain my wife's need for sexual pain.
She and I had been married nearly 15 years before our sex life became unsatisfactory. I enjoyed the sex and wanted more but Kara was less and less satisfied. She accommodated me like a dutiful wife but for at least five years she hadn't had an orgasm (at least not during sex). Kara isn't one to fake anything. For awhile she came close after immersing herself in erotic S&M novels and insisting on sex. Her books were never mainstream. All were fantasy-based sadomasochism and heavy on the misogyny - Nothing you'd expect from a progressive although slightly conservative modern woman. We'd experimented with anal sex and used clothespins on her nipples and clit. She needed more pain and I was too squeamish to go beyond that. I tried role-playing and light spanking but my good-natured demeanor missed the mark. We were both frustrated.
I knew she loved and was attracted to me. She was demonstrative and affectionate and, as far as I knew, loyal to me.
We were in our mid-forties and still active. I think she has improved with age. The younger guys thought so, too. She lectured at the university several times a term and had men asking her to coffee and even on dates despite the obvious age gap and ring on her finger. She told me these stories not to make me jealous but for our amusement. I wasn't threatened by those guys but I did wonder to myself if she would orgasm with a man other than me. In fact, I became preoccupied with the thought until one night after a round of sex I brought up the subject. I told her I thought she would probably orgasm based on the novelty of someone new. Kara gently balked at the idea but I insisted a dominant man like the ones in her stories would work magic. She sat silent and aware of the annoyed tone in my voice. By that point I wanted to prove I was right. I was frustrated and tired of cumming alone. Kara then surprised me by agreeing to that possibility but then assured me there would be no other men touching her. She told me that was all fantasy. True, but her undying fantasy had gotten between the two of us.
"I think we should hire a surrogate. If we both agree to it and know the man will be gone by morning, what is the difference between your fantasy and a man in the flesh? I'm the only reason you're not listening to your inner desires. Will you agree to this?" I asked.
Kara moved in close and uncrossed my arms.
"Shhh." She whispered. "Hold me."
She fell asleep before me as I lay awake thinking. I studied her curves beneath the blanket and became oddly aroused at the thought of her being controlled by another man. Maybe the crazy thought had finally surfaced and was hers to consider. Kara turned toward me and I rolled her big nipples between my fingers. She wasn't quite awake as my hands glided toward her pussy. She gradually awoke as I pulled on her clit. As usual I was soon on top of her whispering words only spoken during sex. I was about to come and she said, "Yes." But she didn't say it in an orgasmic sort of way. She spoke in a lucid tone and I knew she was responding to my question. Upon hearing that word I came like mad.
She had just agreed to have sex with a dominant man.
We did not speak on this subject for a couple days. In the meantime I wondered where I'd find this man. I wanted him with her only once. I did not want to compete or for him to become a menace. I looked at the back pages of a local weekly but saw only escorts. I searched local websites until I found a dominatrix for hire. I spent my lunch break in the car getting in touch with her. I asked if she knew of any men in the same line of work. At first, she thought I needed him for myself but I explained the circumstances. She was able to recommend someone. Soon I was in contact with him and he sent me a questionnaire. The survey was lengthy and included questions about sexual history, preferences, fantasy and limitations. Most of it I recognized but some activities were unknown to me. I did not delay in forwarding the attachment to Kara's personal email.
By the time I got home that evening, Kara was already making dinner. On the counter was a hard copy of the questions I'd sent. As she turned her back to me I moved in a little closer to the counter to sneak a peek. She had already answered the survey. She did not comment on the form and I did not ask. We talked about our day as I set the table. Throughout dinner we both ignored the uncomfortable truth: the wheels had been set in motion and neither one of us wanted to stop the momentum.
Before I got in bed I broke the ice and asked to see the document. Kara was a little shy but asked why I hadn't taken a look at the survey earlier. We were both uneasy by the awkward topic. I retrieved the document and perused it as I lay in bed. At first I was confused. I thought the questions were left unanswered. Out of the 150 or so questions, only two appeared to be filled in: Limitations. No incest and no scat play. Everything else was allowable to Kara. No limits and no pain threshold.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
Kara nodded. "I am."
I had to remind myself I was not to get in the way of Kara's fantasy. This was my idea as well as Kara's. However, I did feel the need to ask her one more time.
"You can reconsider any of these questions..."
Kara interrupted me. "I won't. He's already got my response. That's just a copy."
Before I could say anything Kara rolled over and faced the wall.
"Good night," she said somewhat playfully.
The following day was sort of a blur. I was excited, aroused, nervous and scared -- all at the same time. I arrived at work to find a confirmation in my inbox. The message was between Kara, me and a Mr. Lasher. He had written to tell us of his availability. The session was that evening or a week from that evening. The choice was ours. Naturally I wanted to delay the session but I feared the meeting might not happen. A lot could change in one week. I wanted the earliest session. As I daydreamed a bit, Kara's reply came through. She also wanted the soonest session. With one click the date was set. We would realize our fantasy that very night.
A text came in from Kara. She told me she was leaving the university and heading for home. She could not concentrate from the anticipation and needed to get ready for the evening anyway.
As I stared at my phone, an email from Mr. Lasher popped up. He and his female assistant would arrive at eight PM. The session was expected to last 90 minutes and he'd expect to be paid $400 before anything began. I could be present or absent during the session. The choice was ours. For an extra $100 the session would be recorded from three different angles. I had not considered this.
On my way home I decided not to be present during the session but to opt for the video. I felt a wave of concern for Kara's safety but this was fleeting since the man seemed professional and her vulnerability was half of the erotic novelty. I decided I'd go get dinner and a drink during the session and return by ten PM.
I got home and Kara had just finished getting ready. I told her of my plans for the evening and she was on the same page. I was relieved to find her so agreeable. In fact, she seemed slightly high and carefree. I could tell she had indulged in some gin and her pupils were dilated in anticipation.
I asked her again if she was sure of our decision. Without hesitation she said yes.
There was no reason for me to hang around any longer so I kissed her goodbye and told her I'd be home by ten.
I went to a nice restaurant a mile from our home. Time did not pass quickly enough. Eight rolled around and I still had two hours to kill. I decided to visit a bar but not before I drove past our house. A black Mercedes was in the driveway and the rec room above our garage was illuminated. I was half-tempted to sit beneath the window and listen but I had made a promise to stay away. Had I not agreed to the video recording, I would have set up a ladder. I was very curious.
Over the course of the evening I ordered three drinks. I'd forgotten to check my watch every ten minutes and soon it was past time to go. I did not rush to my car or even speed home. Whatever happened at my house was done. There was no turning back. Life would be different and I knew it.
The black car was gone and the rec room darkened. I got out and quietly entered our home. Everything was quiet as I made my way up the stairs. I peeked into our bedroom and Kara's silhouette was made visible by the street light. I approached the bed and took of f my shoes. Kara was face-down and her deep breathing let me know she was asleep. I gently lifted the sheet to expose her backside and could see she was wearing her short terrycloth skirt and nothing else. She looked okay. I covered her up and moved in close.
"Kara. How are you doing?" I whispered.
After a few seconds of silence I repeated myself.
She hardly stirred awake before taking a deep breath and then answering, "Good."
I watched and waited for a minute and then heard my phone chime in the kitchen. An email had arrived and I quietly got up to go read it. I closed the bedroom door and descended the stairs.
The email was from Mr. Lasher but there was no message except for a link and a password. I turned off my phone and headed to our office in order to find the link on the desktop. I closed the glass door and went to Lasher's webpage. The password worked and the video began. That was very fast.
The couple carried the camera to our recognizable door and Kara greeted them. She looked adorable. The woman was introduced as Madame Black. She collected the money and was escorted upstairs by my wife. Kara sidestepped her way up -- cognizant of the camera rolling and self-conscious of her cute large butt. Kara always had a narrow waist and smallish boobs but her perfect thighs and butt have only improved with age.
The camera finally came to rest and I was able to see Mr. Lasher and his assistant. They were both dressed in black leather except he wore a mask. Kara remained quiet as the couple moved about the room setting up another camera, moving an ottoman into the middle of the room and clearing out anything not necessary for the session.
A camera facing Kara was turned on and her twiddling hands came into focus. It panned out and Lasher's voice was clear: "Remove your clothes except for your panties."
Kara began by removing her top and bra, then her shoes and then her khaki Capri pants. Her fingers touched as her hands instinctively covered her crotch.
"Hands at your side," barked Lasher.
Kara acted quickly. The thick gusset seam of her nylon thong came into sharp focus.
I looked to see if the door to the bedroom was still closed. Kara was fast asleep.
Lasher had a leather bag similar to a doctor's bag sitting next to the ottoman. Madame Black moved in and out of the camera's view as she helped Lasher get started.
Lasher stood in front of Kara and felt her body.
"You're quite a brave slut. You've opted for a no limit session. I will grant you a safe word, however. If at any point you want to stop, just say the word 'Edelweiss.' When I ask you a question you answer by saying 'Sir' every time. Do you understand?" Lasher demanded.
"Yes," replied Kara.
Immediately Lasher's right hand struck Kara's face with an open palm. Her jaw fell open as her brow furrowed.
"Yes, what?" insisted Lasher.
"Yes, Sir," cried Kara.
This time Lasher's left hand rose without notice and slapped hard the other side of Kara's face.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!" Lasher barked.
Kara muttered his demanded line quietly but was interrupted.
"Get down on your knees, slut."
Kara was soon down in front of her new master.
"Unzip my trousers and remove my cock."
Kara wasted no time following his command. She reached deep and pulled out his semi-hard member. At least I thought it was semi-hard. It was already big.
"Tilt your head back and open your mouth," said Lasher as he reclaimed his cock.
There was my wife kneeling in front of this strange man and all I could feel was my own cock getting hard.
