This is a work of fiction. This multi-chapter series explores themes such as free use and wife sharing. It features interconnected story elements across all chapters that are recommended to be read in order.
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ON THE CAR RIDE OVER
On the car ride over to Cristiano's offices, my driver looks in his rear view mirror at me to catch my attention. We make eye contact and without prompting him, he says, "Apologies, sir."
"What happened, are we going to be late?"
"No sir, we'll be arriving on time, but this will be my last day driving you. It's been my pleasure."
"Oh...well, thank you for your services," I reply with a confused tone.
"I wanted to say that—"
"—You don't have to explain. You've been a fine driver. If you don't mind, I'm going to work a bit on my laptop before my meeting."
"Of course sir."
I eagerly turn on my laptop, but I don't really have to work. I'm as ready as I can be for this meeting. I boot up my laptop for another reason. It hasn't been more than an hour since Bar made me cum like a madman, but I'm already feeling the urge to immediately rewatch the video we just made. Not only rewatch it, but upload it into my editing software and start tailoring it to my liking.
There's something so erotic about being able to edit videos of my wife in her sexual state. It's a unique feeling of control at my fingertips. I can manipulate the lighting and shadows to accentuate her curves, slow down the play speed to savor her movements, or cut up the footage to keep the best parts. Bar and I already share a loving relationship in reality, but when I get to play editor, a part of me feels like I can enter this other world and experience this digital version of her on my own terms.
As I transfer the raw footage from my phone to my laptop, I scroll through my file library of videos that I've edited involving Bar and myself. There's a sense of pride knowing I've curated this collection over the years—available to enjoy at my leisure and convenience.
Being able to add this most recent video to my collection brings me a new kind of joy though. Not only will Bar be pleased that I delivered her video to Cristiano, but I'm personally excited to edit something for someone else's enjoyment.
Just then, before I can even click "File > New > Project," my phone vibrates...
I pull it out of my pocket and see it's a text from Adam. It reads: "Sir, the hotel porters stole one of our suitcases!"
I text back, "What happened? Are you sure?"
Adam's replies back immediately, "Yes I believe so. They were giving me a hard time earlier. They questioned me as if I was trying to steal the luggage. But really they were the ones stealing!"
Confused and not wanting to deal with this right now, I text back, "Okay, keep the rest of our belongings safe. I'll handle it when I get back to the hotel. Let Bar know about this."
He responds, "Yes sir, I think she just got out of the shower. I'll let her know before her massage."
At this point, I'm realizing I won't have enough time in this car ride to edit Bar's video. Cris might have to settle for the original footage...
BACK IN THE PENTHOUSE SUITE
After her shower, Bar puts on a plush white towel robe and starts to dry her hair with another towel. She exits the master bathroom and shouts toward the living room, "Adam, can you bring me my suitcases? I need my clothes."
Adam walks toward Bar, only rolling over two of her three suitcases. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but I believe the hotel staff stole your red suitcase."
"Stolen?! Are you serious? Is that the one with all my underwear?"
"Yes ma'am...It was these two workers downstairs. They were very rude to me earlier. I can go tell the hotel manager if you'd like."
"Okay yes, please go get it back. This is unnecessary stress before a massage..."
"Sorry ma'am, I should've counted the luggage before I brought them up. I told your husband. He said he will help when he gets back."
"Let me know if you find it. I have to go down now for my appointment. I guess I'll just wear this towel robe."
"It's okay ma'am. You don't need underwear anyway for a professional massage. So at least this saves you some trouble."
"Okay little perv, don't worry about that. Just go find the suitcase," Bar quips, reassuming her normal dynamic with Adam.
ARRIVING AT CRISTIANO'S OFFICES
The driver and I arrive at Cristiano's offices with time to spare before the meeting. After parking in front of the building entrance, the driver swings around to open my door. I step out and attempt to tip him, but he refuses and apologizes once more. I thank him and wish him well. He nods his head, before re-entering the car and driving off.
I walk into the building to find Cristiano waiting in the lobby to greet me. He's well dressed in a tailored black suit, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He has short black hair, gelled and combed to the side. He stands tall and toned.
With a huge smile, Cristiano walks up to greet me with a hug, "Good to see you again brother, how are you?"
"I'm good. Life is good. And you?"
"Life is great. You won't believe this, but I just got engaged last night."
"Oh shit! Congratulations! Who's the woman?"
"I met her a couple months ago. She's the one. We're from the same town, went to the same university, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I proposed."
"That's great, man! I'll have to meet her one day."
"I'll introduce her next time. You two will like her, she's fun like Bar."
"Can't wait, she sounds special," I respond, genuinely happy for him.
Cristiano asks, "How was the flight? The hotel good?"
"The flight was rough, especially for Bar. Hotel's not good too, they stole one of our suitcases apparently. And your driver, he keeps apologizing to me for no reason."
Cristiano exhales a sigh of disappointment before admitting, "...My drivers...they were the ones that stole your suitcase."
"Wait what? Really?"
"Yes. They know how much I like Bar. It's probably my fault for telling them too many details about our stories...Your driver, he took her red suitcase and transferred it to another driver, who transported it to me."
"Ah that's who that was," I mumble to myself, remembering my driver's friend waiting at the hotel.
"But know that I didn't order them to do this. Her suitcase, the one with all her undergarments, was supposedly meant as a gift to me as appreciation for giving them raises last week...Twisted logic, I know. Once the suitcase was presented to me, I told both drivers that today would be their last days working for me."