Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Ever since she could remember in their relationship Ellen's husband John had dropped hints at the idea of them engaging in a group experience within their bedroom. In their younger years, she had entertained the idea from time to time, but ultimately felt it would change things too much in its aftermath. He was never really specific as to what he had in mind, she always assumed it was a threesome situation involving another woman. It would make sense as it's likely the most common fantasy men harbor.
One random Tuesday evening relaxing after dinner, he brought it up again. They were able to speak freely about it keeping dialogue open to specifics, the kids were out with friends for a while so time allowed real conversation about details. She was shocked to learn the scene he was favoring actually involved him observing her with another man.
She immediately shot it down, which inspired his protest.
"Hear me out." he pleaded.
"I'm just wanting to satisfy a voyeuristic angle."
"Look at you!" He exclaimed.
"You're beautiful, talented, witty, and educated. I've seen how men look at you, how they've lusted after you and attempt to flirt with you. We've been married a long time, and in all these years, the newness of our sexual nature together has become more routine. I know that it's not just men who think of going astray because deep down sexual cravings grow strong.
His words were bitter sweet. She has thought for many years about many sexual experiences she passed on because she was married. Tucking them away as little hidden fantasies she thought of while alone masterbating. To her, that had been enough, safe, harmless. A healthy way to have these things without complicating her life pursuing it in the flesh. What he's suggesting is for real, with real consequences. She pushed the idea aside and drew a firm line.
"No, it's not going to happen."
After a couple weeks passed, date night rolled around. The usual, dinner with a couple glasses of wine. Standard conversation about the kids and their various activities that required communication in organization. John clears his throat, lowers his voice and reveals a secret.
"Ellen, I wanted to talk to you a bit further about the proposal of a third party, how I described it. I know you said you wouldn't consider it, but I just wanted to let you know that I had someone in mind. Someone you might see as a good fit here considering I know your taste and standards. It has not escaped me over the years that you have scoped out men, no matter how discreet you've tried to keep it. Various men at my firm that you have commented on after attending the Christmas Party or some other company event where we've mingled with my colleagues."
"Go on" she murmurs reluctantly.
"I was going to suggest Martin as an option you might consider. Remember, from my marketing team, we worked pretty close together on that big project. You've commented on how interesting he is after meeting him at the retreat last year.
He continued, "I've already spoken to him a little bit about it and he is definitely interested."
Ellen gulps down the remaining wine in her glass then clears her throat.
She responds, "Fine John, if you want this so bad, I'll do it.
In agreeing to this, she started to feel a slight twinge of curiosity. Complications aside, she did find Martin to be a delectable man. Maybe it'll be some erotic experience she could really embrace.
In the passing week, John worked out all the details with Martin, along the way he kept bringing it up. Talking it to death to the point where she felt annoyed by his persistence in letting it consume their discussions.
Saturday rolled around. They were to meet Martin at the hotel room later that evening. Each party arriving at their own time, for the production and theatrics of the encounter. John would arrive early, in his voyeur position, he wanted to be the first there for the full experience of seeing it from start to finish.
Martin arrived not too long afterwards. Clearly nervous as they sit in awkward silence waiting for Ellen's arrival. Small talk about work and life would obviously be misplaced here given the situation, so silence seemed best. Each man quietly processing what was about to happen in his head.
Suddenly breaking the silence, the beep of the keycard in the door.
Ellen walks through cool as a cucumber, wearing her long dress coat. The only hint of what she had underneath was her long slender legs dressed in stockings and her black stiletto pumps. Both men stood up as a reflex upon her entry, a sort of greeting a lady gesture. She barely spoke as she moved around the room.
Ellen put her bag down on the bed opening it to pull out her make up bag. Without speaking she walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her without acknowledging the two men were even there.
In the bathroom, alone, she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment then composed herself into a sort of character. Removing her dress coat revealing her attire. A black sheer one piece teddy she had purchased earlier for the occasion. The spaghetti straps looping over her tone shoulders connecting to the bust line. Her ample breasts pushed up and together as if they were meeting for a kiss. The soft material hugging her curves in all the right ways along her torso and hips. She felt so sexy, sleek. She let out a soft sigh as she applied lipstick to her full lips then fluffed her hair before exiting the room.
She was in charge. She was orchestrating the scene for this. John may have been persistent, but he was no longer in control from this point forward. Ellen started her strut over to the bed to her bag, turned to look over her shoulder at John and instructed him to sit in the chair at the desk. He swiveled the chair so it was facing out into the room and did as he was told.
Martin was clearly nervous, he had ogled Ellen numerous times admiring her. Not just her body but her smooth demeanor. The way she carried herself, confident. He had always thought she was an amazing woman. Now, here she is, dressed in sexy lingerie looking like the goddess he had observed her as all this time. His cock was already getting hard in his slacks at the thought of what he was going to do to her.
Ellen reaches into her bag to retrieve a velcro fastened wrist cuff and walks over to John.
Her eyes meet his and she tells him, "lay your wrists on the arm rests" as she pulls the velcro apart. The menacing sound piercing through the silent tension in the room. John begins to look a little confused. As she wraps the cuff around his wrist and the armrest of the chair. She gives him a slight smirk with the corner of her mouth followed by another sound of velcro tearing then fastened his other wrist.
Returning to her bag, she retrieves two smaller cloth items, walks back over to John and tosses them over his shoulder onto the desk behind him. He looks over to see a blindfold and one of his neckties. Again confused, but also aroused by Ellen's preparation efforts. She wanted this, she just needed the push to embrace it.
She walked over to Martin, stood before him and smiled. Without speaking, she put her hands on his chest gliding them upward underneath his blazer rounding her palms over top of his shoulders sliding it off. Martin's breathing becomes shallow as it falls to the floor. His mind is racing coming to the realization that this is really happening. Ellen continues her slow process of undressing Martin. Button by button she slowly opens his dress shirt, along the way leaning into his neck. He can feel her warm breath on him as he takes in her scent, her lust permeating his senses as she strips his shirt off his body.
Ellen's eyes scan his physique. This man was fine, put together in such a way that makes most women yearn to be this close. She feels her pussy respond moistening immediately. Ellen looks up into Martin's deep Mocha eyes and gently kisses his lips. He reciprocates instantly, he had just been waiting, aching for her permission. He wraps his strong capable hands around her waist and pushes deeper into the kiss. Tantalizing his senses with every movement of her tongue, her lips so soft, his light moans became involuntary.
Her hands trail down his torso over his abs to find his belt buckle. She uses careful fingers to unbuckle, then unzip his slacks. His cock is so hard already as she pushes his pants down letting them fall to his ankles. Kissing his neck, then chest, Ellen lowers down to her knees. Slowly pulling down his boxers, now eye level with his cock.
He's larger than John, both in length and girth.
