This story includes references to anal sex, spanking and flogging. Please do not read on if these may offend you. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story.
We (Carl and I, Charlie) were still very happily married, but we both knew we needed to spice up our sex life to keep it that way. We sat down one Saturday night after a lovely meal and some special wine. We agreed to be very honest with each other and promised that whatever we both said would be received in good spirit.
We easily agreed that we both enjoyed Carl spanking me, but only when we could relate to it being done to in some way to punish me. When he spanked me without the right feeling about it, it just didn't do anything for either of us. We then hit an impasse until I said,
"Let's both think of one thing that we would really enjoy. It can be anything and whatever it is there are no reprisals. So that we don't hold back let's both write it down and swap ideas."
It was nice to agree the freedom to just say what we wanted. I had always felt really guilty but now I wrote down my darkest fantasy. Carl did the same and we swapped the pieces of paper. I wrote,
"I want to pick up another man bring him home and entertain you by fucking his brains out. You would only be allowed to watch."
He wrote,
"I want to watch you fucked by another man."
We read each other's piece of paper and we both started to laugh. Neither of us had been brave enough tell the other our fantasy during all our time together. I did pick up a difference when I said I wanted to be in control of choosing the man to fuck me and Carl would have to pretend that he was being cuckolded. Carl immediately agreed that he could work with this if he maintained a veto over the choice of man. He then came up with a suggestion that guaranteed that we would manage to work out any problems and deliver what we both wanted.
"If I allowed you to cuckold me then I will punish you afterwards. I would spank or cane you before fucking you hard and long."
How could I not agree to such a proposal? We were both very excited about trying to plan how we could engineer a situation that would meet both of our wishes. We agreed that the man we would invite to join us would have to be a stranger who we would be unlikely to see again.
We retired to the bedroom to discuss and plan how our proposal could be made to happen. The discussing became so exciting that the planning had to wait until we had fucked each other with an excitement and a level of passion that we rarely enjoyed. We pretended that I was being fucked by a stranger and that he was very aggressive and demanding. We both orgasmed much quicker than usual agreeing that we couldn't wait to live out the fantasy in reality. It wasn't the only time we fantasized about the fantasy before we were able to try and make it happen.
We had planned and booked a long weekend away in a hotel for some months. We agreed that this might offer us the chance to meet a suitable man who we would not be likely to bump into at a later date.
After a lovely meal on the first evening, we sat in the hotel bar. We sat at the bar on the bar stools as this meant we could talk to as many people as possible. As agreed, I was dressed more provocatively than usual. My 36b boobs were unnecessarily pushed higher than usual by a bra bought specially for this effect. Enough buttons on my top were left undone so that what cleavage I had managed to create was on view at times. I don't often wear stockings and suspenders but I do feel very sexy when I do. My fitted skirt was shortish but not the shortest I ever wear as I didn't want the suspender belt to be too much on display. Carl always loves the skirt I had picked as he said "it shows your sexy arse off to its best." I think my backside is far too big but Carl says it is perfect and that if I doubt him to just watch the reaction from other men. The reaction I got that evening from other men did seem to prove his point.
We had agreed that if we got talking to any men at the bar I would act dominantly and take the lead. Before the meal when we were preparing in our room, I had become so excited by the prospect of the evening I had been close to asking Carl to make love to me. By the time we were in the bar my excitement had cranked up further. As I surveyed the bar area, I was happy to hold the attention of any man who wanted to make eye contact. Most only retained eye contact briefly before surveying my body. I was delighted at how many seemed to enjoy what they saw enough before looking back at my face.
It wasn't long before a man, who I had noticed drinking by himself, approached us. He introduced himself as Sebastian (call me Seb). He was a little younger than us, at least six foot tall and good looking. After the introductions his eyes were mainly glued to my cleavage. He was super confident and complimented me on my looks while largely ignoring Carl who played the submissive husband perfectly. I encouraged his over-confidence flirting with him. When he asked what we were doing at the hotel I saw my chance.
"We have just come away for a few days for a bit of excitement. To get away from the day-to-day drudgery of life. We love to meet people and enjoy their company."
I realised that I had probably totally over stepped the mark. The thrill it gave me was wonderful particularly when a knowing smile lit up Seb's face. Carl's expression was more difficult to read. Was he acting well or was he less than impressed?
"Oh, I am so pleased to meet such a pretty lady with such an enlightened attitude. Sorry, such an enlightened couple. I would love to help you find a bit of excitement, or hopefully lots. I will be back in a minute."
As he headed away towards the gents Carl said,
"I am really sorry Charlie but I am going to have to use the veto we agreed. The guy is......... "
I cut him off mid-sentence and said,
"There is no way you are going to apply your veto."
