Anything Goes Pt 06

It was killing me to not know what was going on with my wife. I thought this setup would be ideal for me to see her with another man, skipping any dance of seduction. But she turned the tables on me. To punish me for my scheming, she disallowed me from being in attendance.

Was it so she felt more free to experiment? Was so she didn't feel pressure and feel less pressure to go through with it?

I guess it is what I deserve, but part of me feels a little betrayed by what she had agreed to. She told me she would do anything I told her to. The question before me was did I want to play the role of dominant partner, as a means to push her past her built in resistance, or did the wannabe cuck in me want her to dictate things? Was it hotter for me if she was driving forward out of her own desires? Was it scarier if it was her own desires driving her? As she has said, the genie has left the bottle.

And oh my god, her admission about Lucas. Not only that she allowed him to be in her with no condom but that, despite the fear of getting pregnant in college to a mixed race baby, the thought turned her on. And knowing that, I intentionally set her up with a black masseur.

Is she taking him bare right this minute? Is a strange black man whom I paid having unprotected sex with my wife on the first day of our vacation? These thoughts tore at my stomach at the same time they left me extremely erect. I couldn't keep reading the stories she gave me. "High Stakes Sadie" by KT Morrison hit way too close to home here.

I looked at my watch and saw that I had successfully fretted away well over an hour. If I timed it right, I could arrive at our room just before the session was due to be over. I didn't plan on interrupting at all, but if I was there right as it concluded I could hopefully find out what had happened as soon as possible.

So I gathered our stuff together, she had uncharacteristically been a diva and left me with everything, and headed to the room. She had said she'd meet me back here, but no way was I going to wait.

I made a beeline to the room, doing exactly what I had hoped to. It was 4:28. I waited hoping to hear something, but I heard nothing. 4:29. Still no sound. 4:30. Not a peep.

I excruciatingly waited five more silent minutes ears peeled for anything.

4:36. Just as I myself was going to let myself into the room I heard a voice.

"Well, are you going to come in here already or not, honey?"

It was Hannah.

I swiped my key and opened the door.

There was my wife, in her yellow bikini, sitting casually on our room's loveseat reading a area guidebook. Alone.

I looked around and saw no one else, no sign that anyone had been in our room other than her.

I put all the beach items I had carried down and allowed the door to close behind me.

"What happened," I asked her with a lump in my throat.

She looked up from the book, she regarded me with an inquisitive look in her eyes.

"John, I think the bigger question is what do YOU think happened? Or maybe better yet, what do you want to have happened?"

I just looked at her perplexed. She knew what had happened. I had no clue. Two days ago, I would easily have said 'nothing' to answer her first question. My wife of ten years, significant other of twelve would never have done anything with any other man. But at this moment, facing her knowing what I know, I couldn't answer that semblance of confidence.

The second question was even more tricky. Two days ago, my fantasy fueled mind would conjure some pretty depraved scene between a dark skinned masseur and my pale gorgeous wife. Suddenly, with all that had been revealed in the past day and faced with my fantasy becoming a possible... no, probable reality, I wasn't so sure anymore. All the doubts and concern flooded my mind. The feelings of inadequacy and feeling exposed to the naked truths of both my hidden desires and her admissions. It was almost too much. But my re-engorging penis told my deeper truth.

"I... don't know. To either of those questions."

"I love your honesty, honey. I appreciate the mixed emotions. I won't leave you hanging. Things happened, but maybe not to the extent you, or frankly I, might have wanted them to."

She proceed to share the tale that was written up in the preceding chapter.

"And then what?" I asked, stunned by the story thus far.

"And then... I was done. I really pushed myself well past what I thought was my comfort level. But I couldn't do more. Not with Tré. You not being here and the fact that you paid for him. It just was too much."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you jerk," she said with a playfulness, "if you had been honest with me about the appointment, I might not have wanted to punish you. You could have been here. I don't know that I still would have gone any further with him, but you could have taken me immediately after I was done with him. He left twenty minutes before you arrived, quite noisily I must say. You really are shitty at being stealthy."

"I love you, you shithead," she continued, "I do have my own desires that I wouldn't likely confront on my own. But I was doing this mostly for you. It doesn't work for me if you're not here."

"That's... That's good to hear," I replied with an impish grin. I was simultaneously embarrassed, turned on, and disappointed. "So what now?"

"Now my dear, let's get ready for dinner. I worked up quite an appetite. Oh, and I believe you owe me a kiss."

I went to Hannah and took her up in my arms. I kissed her and tasted something unusual. It took my mind a minute to match my memory with the sensation. She really had blown him. And she left the taste in her mouth for me to experience. Her lips moved into a smile as she could tell from my reaction that I had discovered her surprise.

I was slightly disgusted, but absolutely aroused. I went to pounce her, to reclaim my wife who had very recently had another man's dick in her mouth.

"No, no. I don't think so, sweetie. You must feed me first. And even then, you have to hope no one else strikes my fancy," she said coolly, slipping away from me.

"Oh, and I think we're done pretending to be dominant and submissive. You're a terrible dom. We're in this together and I think I'm over some of my bigger mental blocks. Let's have some fun."