Over the past few weeks, ever since I discovered that my wife Tina was indulging in erotic fantasies and self gratification, our marriage seemed to have taken an exciting new twist and turned into a sexual roller-coaster ride.
Our latest escapade, which had been intricately planned and arranged by Tina, got us embroiled in a pleasurable experiment replete with illicit fantasies and elaborate role play. And, as a fringe benefit, my wife even took advantage of an unexpected opportunity to get physically familiar with a total stranger - a young stud by the name of Paul - on the dance floor.
Now, one week after the latest adventure, Tina and I had shared our thoughts and feelings about her encounter with Paul, and she had expressed tremendous excitement about the prospect of her making out with him.
As we made our way up the stairs, I asked Tina how she felt about her upcoming meeting with her latest dream guy.
"I can't wait to be taken by him," she confessed, talking very slowly, "It's been building up, and now it's become unbearable. I want it even more badly now, darling, knowing that I have your full support."
When we reached the landing at the top of the staircase, we stood facing each other for a while. Tina looked beautiful, and she looked so innocent and helpless, like a sacrificial lamb resigned to its fate.
"You're going to be a whore for a nineteen-year old kid," I taunted her, as I took hold of her long teeshirt by its hem and pulled it up and off over her head. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. "You're going to be his naked whore."
Tina was startled at being unexpectedly disrobed and instinctively moved one hand down to cover her naked crotch, while her other hand tried to cover her breasts.
"Skip your little act of modesty. It's a little too late for that. Your young friend is going to have every part of you. No point trying to hide anything now. Just wait here while I check to see if he's ready."
I headed for our bedroom door, bringing her teeshirt along, leaving her standing stark naked in the corridor.
Once inside the room, I opened my briefcase and took out the extra large dildo that I had picked up from the neighborhood sex shop. It felt very fleshy to the touch, just like the real thing. I placed the dildo on the bedside table. Then I took a soft scarf from the wardrobe drawer and brought it along with me.
As I walked out through the door, I turned to look back into the room and said, "Relax, dude, she's going to be all your's. I want you to give it to her real good."
My wife stood faithfully exactly where I had left her. She was still trying to act coy, her hands placed over strategic areas to safeguard her modesty. But she looked somewhat puzzled about what was going on.
"I'm feeling nervous," she said as I approached her, "He's so young and full of lust. I hope he doesn't hurt me."
"Don't worry," I reassured her, "You should be able to handle him."
"What's that for?" she asked, looking at me folding the scarf into a narrow band.
"A blindfold. To cover your eyes. I want you to enjoy all that your young lover has to offer, but I don't want you to see him. It will be purely physical sex."
"Oh?" she murmured, turning around to let me tie the scarf over her eyes.
"Feels comfortable?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's fine," she responded, as I took her hand and led her towards the room.
Entering the bedroom, I helped Tina get to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking quite lost.
"Okay darling, I'll leave you now with your lover. He'll take care of you," I said to Tina, gently rubbing her on her shoulder, "I'll be downstairs catching up on some reading."
Then, after a little pause, with my hand still resting reassuringly on her shoulder, I said, "Okay, dude, she's all yours. She's my wife, but now she's gonna be your woman. And while she's yours, give her all you have."
I took my hand off her shoulder and went to the door. As I slammed it shut, I heard my wife exclaim, "Oh my god ... "
I walked slowly back towards the bed. Along the way I picked up the dildo from the bedside table.
"Paul?" she whispered, "Is that you, Paul?"
"Yes," I answered, very softly.
"Has my husband left the room, Paul?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
I sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, placing the dildo just next to me on the bed.