The next morning, Meg woke up wet, she could vaguely recall a man from her dreams and how she'd followed him through a strange erotic world. There, other women were working themselves onto big strong men. She was envious of them. She kept pursuing her mysterious man, willing and wanting to serve him with her hands, mouth and body. She squeezed her thighs together, wringing some of the remaining pleasure from her aroused state. Then she starfished out into her big empty bed. Gosh, she could get used to having it all to herself.
Meg took a deep breath and relaxed. She was hungry and thinking about breakfast at her favourite cafe. After last night's revelations, she owed herself a nice solo date, some time to think about what was going on with her husband.
She rolls over and picks up her phone to text him.
"Hi honey, I had such a good sleep last night. I'm going out for breakfast this morning. You stay home and clean the bathrooms, then you can go for a run. You must be aching for me. Some exercise will do you good" she teased, adding, "I'll see you later."
"Yes mistress." Came the quick reply. "May I please touch myself this morning?" came a moment later.
Meg got up to piss. "This guy is unbelievable," she thought, it's like his world revolves around his dick. She sat on the toilet and thought about it for a second. He even called her mistress, she wasn't sure if she liked that, but supposed it kinda made sense.
"You can stay in bed and play with your nipples until I leave," she decided, "but you're staying locked up today."
"Go and put your cage keys on the kitchen table first" she added as she wiped her self with the other hand.
She washed her hands and face and brushed her teeth. Then pulled on a g string, a singlet and her favourite blue jeans, tucking the top into the high waistband. She looked at herself in the mirror. Damn, these jeans made her ass look good. She brushed the outline of her own nipples showing though, loving the fact that her pert breasts really didn't require a bra.
Sunglasses, her big hat and handbag were the only other accessories. She decided she was going for the hot-milf-on-holidays look, even though she didn't have kids.
Meg pinched the car keys from the bowl in the kitchen and walked over to collect the little Chinese keys that secured her husband's cock cage, both copies. She clipped them onto her car-key carabiner and went out to the car.
It was a beautiful day.
As Meg drove to the cute little cafe in the next town, where they made the most delicious breakfasts, she couldn't help but think about fucking another man. The whole idea had taken her by surprise. Until last night, she'd never really considered an extra-marital affair. Of course, she'd heard about polyamory and open relationships, and she was pretty sure her friend Mary and her husband were swingers, but in the hum drum of married life, she'd never considered it for herself.
By the time she sat down for breakfast she'd decided that she would find a nice hot guy to fuck, preferably one who would get a bit rough with her, one with a big dick.
She ordered the shakshuka, a freshly squeezed orange juice and a long black coffee. Thinking about hung guys was making her hungry.
As she ate and drank she began to plan out the next little while. She was fairly confident she had her husband under control. Her intuition about this denial thing seemed to be spot on. A little bit of teasing, simple instructions and no boners had him hooked, she could easily keep that up. Her gut feeling was she could push it a lot further than they had thus far.
Meg knew she would have to have a conversation with him about her planned infidelity. He had nodded ascent when she mentioned it last night, but that was while she was fucking is face. No, she wanted enthusiastic consent from him and she knew how to get it.
The tricky bit would be finding the right guy. Her friend Mary had showed her a dating app she had been messing around on, flicking through it during coffee one day, it was meant to be more progressive than others.
People seemed more upfront and educated about communicating their desires, sexual, romantic and otherwise.
She downloaded it and signed up.
She selected her interest in all gender variations, wondering what other women's' profiles would look like, better to see all options.
After selecting a picture of herself at the beach, one her husband had taken from behind last summer, she jotted down a basic description. "Hot wife seeking a respectful man for extramarital pleasure." That summed it up nicely she thought, she could come back and add more later.
For the next half hour she sat there and trawled through countless profiles of all sorts, sizes, shapes and sexualities. She could see why her friend recommended this app, people did seem pretty open about what they were looking for, from a life partner to anonymous anal. There were a couple of guys she found vaguely intriguing, she didn't 'like' anyone, only checking things out. Plus her imagination had high standards for her new man.
She noticed how the women's profiles tended to show a bit more flesh and she got excited about the idea of putting some hot pics out there.. she was keen to keep her face out of it for now though, besides, anyone she met irl would not be disappointed.
She was also surprised at how many women labeled themselves as bi, and had to admit the thought of hooking up with a woman was pretty exciting too.
The only thing she didn't like was the idea of scrolling the app continuously, clearly not a healthy habit. She decided that her husband could help with that. He could short list the best specimens for her, that way she could focus on the flirting and dating.
Meg pushed her meal away, so satisfied, and sat back with the rest of her coffee, setting her sights on the rest of the day. She wanted to go for a swim, she wanted to talk to her husband about this and she wanted a nice home cooked meal for dinner.. perhaps a simple pasta.
She picked up her phone and settled into her dominant role.
"I'll be heading home soon. There's some shopping for you to do, you'll need to get ingredients for dinner, you're going to cook us a lovely simple pasta, you choose."
It was so easy for her to be dominant, she simply stated exactly what she wanted, without too much thought.
"I also need one of these:" she sent him a link to a little phone tripod with bendy legs. It would help her do little photo shoots for the dating app. Her profile was going to be a veritable dick magnet. She was getting excited.
"After that, go to the little lingerie boutique I told you about and buy me something sexy. If you do a good job I'll reward you tonight."
She texted Tony these instructions, adding "I'm also enjoying some alone time today, I'll be in and out of the house, so please stay out of my way. I'll talk to you this evening over dinner."
"Yes mistress <3" was all he replied.
Lucy didn't really like being called mistress, it was a Tony thing, she'd have to think about that. Aside from this small annoyance, she was enjoying the state of play. She felt great telling Tony to stay out of her way, it allowed her to focus on herself for the day.
Meg went home and spent the rest of the morning going through her wardrobe and sorting it out, she'd meant to do that for over a year, one of her little rituals she used to do regularly, to feel cool and collected. It was fun to think about dressing up for future dates too.
She went for a swim early evening, telling Tony to have dinner ready by 6pm, on her way out the door.
At the pool she pushed herself, seeking the satisfying ache of exercise and looking forward to a healthy meal afterwards.
Amazing how the idea of a hot date was a great motivator to keep fit. She decided she'd sign up at the yoga studio again, it would be a lot more manageable to make classes after work if Tony was doing more of the cooking.
Meg got home just after six, the house smelled great, like simmering garlic and onion. Tony was in the kitchen when she walked in, stirring pasta in the large pot. He'd clearly put it on when he heard the car pull up. Meg was very pleased, also noticing the little bag from the lingerie shop in the living room.
She walked over to the sink get a glass of water, walking up to and kissing her husband on the way past.
"This smells great darling, I'm so hungry. Well done"
"My pleasure," Tony replied.
Meg downed a glass of water and pulled a bottle of riesling out of the fridge, pouring two glasses.
She handed one to Tony, "Cheers" she said, looking him in the eye.
"Cheers," Tony replied with a smile.
If it wasn't for the undercurrent of sexual tension, this appeared as a perfectly normal scene in a regular couple's household. Although perhaps less common in that the man was wearing the apron.
They sat down for a delicious meal. Meg noticed improvements in his attention to detail. The table was set with salt, pepper and olive oil. He knew she liked to add olive oil to her pasta.
