It was our second night in Maui and already I was on display as a full on cuckold.
Any guest, any staff member, anyone who saw us all together, would know without any doubt what was going on. It was surreal. I've heard a comedian, Drew Carey I think, describe being a celebrity as like being a bride at a wedding but not ever being able to take your wedding dress off. You are the center of attention wherever you go, whether you wanted it or not.
I was aroused by the embarrassment from the attention we got. The reality is, I always knew that I married above my weight class. Hannah is an amazing woman who was obviously desirable to nearly anyone who saw her. Seeing her sitting next to, and clearly in the thrall of, a strong, confident man like Terence just seemed to make sense.
We had moved from the bar to the restaurant for dinner together. Terence was cool as a cucumber. Aside from communicating with his body language that she was his, hand on her thigh or rubbing her bare arm, he wasn't doing anything flamboyant. He was just in charge.
We talked about what you might typically discuss with someone you just met but intend to deepen relationship with at a dinner party. Politics and world events, hobbies, personal history. We learned that Terence grew up in Atlanta, comes from an upper middle class family, and slayed it in school to score a scholarship to Wharton. He turned it down to go to Howard University because he didn't want to be tokenized and graduated summa cum laude. He got the nod from a top firm and came under the personal tutelage of the firm's top advisor. He made partner in near-record time (a handful of folks had benefitted from nepotism). He had avoided serious relationships because of focus on his job and desire not to be the target of a gold digger.
His first relationship with a couple happened without his knowledge. He picked up the wife similar to his meeting with Hannah but he thought she was just cheating on her husband and some wives do. The second time they met up, she admitted that she had permission and actually asked if she could record their session in a way that protected his identity for her husband's enjoyment. It was through that couple and a few of their friends that he learned about the lifestyle and how pervasive it actually was.
After spending some time with folks who were experience, he spent some time actively seeking women who he could turn into cuckoldresses. He'd string them along in an extended seduction and then would make sure to convert the husband before ever actually being intimate with the wives. It became a bit of an addiction to him, especially getting off on the strong racial component.
In recent years, he told us he's backed off the long conversion campaigns, admitting that the resulting sex wasn't generally worth all the effort. He spotted Hannah and knew we were already keen for it and with just how fine she was, he couldn't resist.
We learned he was socially liberal, but much more conservative leaning financially than we were likely due to his education and career. He liked doing some hardcore backpacking, spending some whole weeks at a time completely cut off from the world out in nature. He kept fit and exercised every day but didn't go so deep that it was about pushing the limits of his strength.
We talked about Hannah's job as a history teacher and my composing career. He asked about Hannah's preferred historical focus and really ate up her insights into the Enlightenment. He had superior knowledge of a broad range of musical styles and engaged in a very informed discussion about my composition style and music theory.
Basically, he was mind fucking us both. He was showing his interest in our work by displaying a wisdom of our respective fields that surpassed what most people would have but did so in a seductive, not a boastful manner. He was able to make it all seem like part of the package.
And that's what scared the shit out of me.
I had a sudden impression of having invited an infestation into my house. A charming, hunky mold on our marriage. I was openly accepting this wealthier, more physically dominant man into our intimacy. I was excited for it, but fearful of the longer term implications.
Hannah was all in. I caught glances towards me. Check ins as to how I was taking it, but the vast majority of her focus was on him. He owned her focus tonight. I felt like the third wheel to their date.
As things wrapped up from our meal, while we were awaiting the check, Terence made the turn.
"John, are you ready?"
"Yes- yes, I believe so," I replied.
"You understand what this entails, right?"
"Tell me."
"Your wife offered for me to have her pussy anytime I want last night. And you're back here today, before me. Handing her to me. Now I know your vacation plans. You're only planning on being here in Maui through Sunday morning. This is your vacation, your time together. I don't want to interfere. But you both want to experiment, right?"
"Yes," I replied and looked at Hannah.
"Yes," Hannah replied, looking right into my eyes. She was incredibly turned on and I could easily tell.
"Good. So what I'm proposing is this: You both come back to my room right now. I will pleasure Hannah, your wife, in front of you. If, or rather when, you cum you get up and leave us. Hannah will stay with me the rest of the night and you return to your room. She will be mine until we decide we're done in the morning. Hannah, is that what you want?"
With a big swallow and a side glance to me, she replied, "Yes."
"John?"
"Yeah, if that's what she wants."
"No, John. I need to know it's what you want too."
"She wants you to own her pussy and I want it as well," I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady.
Terence's eyebrows went up. I guess it was my time to shock him.
"Well alright then. But if I own her pussy, as you say, then that means it's really mine? No reclaiming?" Terence asked pointedly, despite the waiter standing before him handing him the check.
"No. That is understood," I agreed.
The waiter looked uncomfortable as he was witness to the conversation. I kinda felt bad for him.
Terence exaggeratedly reviewed the bill and then signed it, dismissing the waiter.
"Alright, then let's go," he said.
