The now...
"Where are we going with this?" Leah asks as she gets out of the shower. Her afternoon fuck with Aaron all but in our memories and my stomach now.
In a couple hours we will be in the hotel restaurant having dinner with Leah's family. They don't do family vacations often, but when they do they like to go somewhere cheap and tropical. This is one such trip. We didn't exactly plan to find someone that Leah would want to have sex with but sometimes fate favors the bold. In this case, it was Leah in a string bikini with a shear cover up hanging out at the bar each morning before taking a swim. It only took 2 days before she found someone that kept making excuses to sit near her.
Back in the hotel room, I pondered her question.
"This" Is an ambiguous term, but I know what she's talking about. How far are we wanting to take this hotwifing thing? What is my role in it, and what is the goal for my role?
"I'm not sure. This will be the third guy in a year. The first one on a vacation though, so it's unlikely we'll see him after we're back home. I feel like we've just been too busy to sit down and really talk about where we're going." I'm surprised I had an answer. There's truth in the business.
"It's nice to be able to flirt and see what happens. I worry though that we haven't been intimate in a while. Not really. You eating another man's cum out of me every other week or so isn't enough. Not for me."
She pauses briefly as she does something in her beauty routine and then continues:
"I think if we're to continue, you need to be more involved. Sitting in a corner, in a closet, or in another room all the time is just making us roommates that share finances. "
"I'm not really sure what you'd want me to do. I..."
She cuts me off, "If you're going to stay in chastity, then what you can do is actually really simple. You can fluff him, you can fluff me. You can do whatever you're told. The point is that you will be involved if we keep going with this."
I think about what she's saying. These are kinks I introduced to her: chastity, hotwife, cuckold. She tried each, and found out that enjoyed them. Would I be ok with stopping? Would she? I've never even touched another mans cock. There's been a clear line between the cock and what comes out of it. I don't know how I feel about being that involved.
"Well, you've tried what I wanted to so far, it's only fair I try what you are suggesting.
Do you have an idea of how to progress?"
She leans out of the bathroom and gives her signature devil smile, "Oh, yes. We're
going to start tonight."
She tosses a box to me, "I thought you would say yes. Open that up. You'll know what to do."
The past and the leadup...
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14 Days until 'The Day'
I didn't sleep well. My cage was suffocating with thoughts of what I witnessed; with thoughts of what's to come.
Leah took charge of the night and took what supposed some roleplay of us acting as stranger, and turned it into actually picking up a stranger. The fondled each other in public, in front of me. They grinded on each other and held hands, in front of me. I couldn't reconcile my wife with this other person.
"Good morning love."
I wake, not realizing I actually slept. Leah is leaning over me, waiting for me to leave dream land.
"Ugh, morning." I'm still drained. How can one be so tired and not be able to sleep?
"I'm headed to work. There's coffee ready for you. I got us reservations tonight at 6, so please be ready by 5:30." She gives me a kiss and heads out.
I'm wondering if she still plans on going through with her date in two weeks. I wonder If I'm still ok with it. I need to do some soul searching, but I don't have time for that. Never enough time. I need to get to work, though luckily I work from home so it will take me all of five minutes to show up.
As the day goes on and things start to die down, my mind starts to wander. "Why are we going out tonight? Did I forget some occasion?" I don't know who I'm talking to, maybe the wall will respond.
I scan the calendar. Nothing.
Well, I suppose that means it's about last night. Did something happen after I left the room? It's 5pm I'll find out soon enough.
Leah arrives while I'm in the shower. When I get out, she's already changed into a cocktail dress. I've always loved her in a dress. I stop and stare, taking her in. How did I get so lucky?
"Hey...stop staring and get ready. We need to leave in eight minutes."
I hurry up and get dressed, luckily I don't have to do much to be presentable. We get in the car and she puts the restaurant into the navigation. It's 25 minutes away. I start to plan on how to say what I want to say.
Leah gets there first, "Listen...I know last night didn't go as you planned. I'm sorry about that. I got a little carried away. I was just having so much fun, and you didn't seem like you were going to tell me or Alex to stop. I got a little annoyed at you if I'm honest and decided to really push the boundaries."
Alex. Alex is the man my wife wants to fuck. It sounds so wrong...why do I not say something?
"I need to know how you really feel about it...now that we've had some distance from it. I won't do anything you're not 100% sure on. This is all for you, even though I'm clearly getting the better deal."
She nervously laughs. Bless her, trying to lighten the mood.
"Leah, I'm all over the place. Watching you two last night, I was hypnotized. I couldn't take my eyes off of you...off of him running his hands over your body. I was aroused, I was jealous, I was anxious. I just wasn't expecting that to happen."
She put her hand on my lap, gesturing for my hand.
"I know it wasn't what was planned, and that can be uncomfortable. Other than having things more planned, what would make it better for you?"
"I don't know. I think not being there and not in the know probably would've been better in that situation."
"So if I do this again you want to just wait at home?"
"I think so...yes. I can get the details from you later, but watching the flirting is just too much for me right now."
We arrive at the restaurant and I let Leah out at the front door while I go and find a parking spot. I find Leah at a table near the center of the restaurant. It's not that busy, maybe a handful of other couples. I sit down and have what one could call a pretty normal dinner. We talk about tasks around the house that need to get done, work, and so on. Things were as normal as possible between us, as if nothing had happend.
"So how's it going over here, any refills? dessert? or are you ready for your check?" our server asks.
"Can we see the dessert menu please?" Leah asks without even pausing to ask me. We almost never have dessert, and when we do we often share it. Maybe she's still annoyed by my behavior last night. "Oh, and I think I'll have a refill too. I'm not driving after all!"
"Of course, I'll be right back with both."
"Everything ok love?" I ask, "you seem like something's on your mind."
