Chapter 2 ended with my wife having rough sex with two other men while I watched and participated some. I learned a lot about her that night. We had evolved rapidly from erotic displays of her to involving others with sex and then we had taken it to nearly abusive and kinky activities.
All of the while, my wife had encouraged this. She surprised me and I believe she surprised herself as we rapidly learned about each other and our hidden desires.
Now.. the third day of our adventure...
Night Two and Back In Our Hotel Room:
After the events with Paul and Fred, I helped my wife dress and I led her out of the suite and up to our own hotel room
She was silent the whole time and who could blame her. This otherwise normal business woman and house wife had just had sex with two other men. Rough sex. She had swallowed one man's sperm, been face fucked. I had carefully but aggressively slapped her pussy. Paul had grasped her neck in a choke hold while roughly fucking her. He had rammed his cock down her throat causing her to gag. Her face had breasts had been slapped, pinched and grabbed. She would probably be sporting bruises tomorrow on her breasts due to the rough manhandling. And, finally, another man had debased her, as I had the night before, by cumming on her face.
We had been playing with fire and had not thought about the consequences. I was worried.
I feared how she would react after the kinky glow wore off. Would there be some sort of Post-Traumatic Stress syndrome? Would she be angry? Would she feel like a cheap slut?
Had I, for the sake of a few thrills, screwed up our marriage?
I wisely remained silent and led her to our bathroom and into the shower where I gently cleansed that woman and that body I loved so much.
The shower done, I led her to our king size bed, and placed her under the covers. For a long while I sat on a chair facing the bed and just watched her there in the low light as she dozed.
"Thank you," she uttered after a while, coming out of her sleep. "I hurt all over. Thank you."
Then she fell deep asleep.
I replayed what she said in mind over and over.
She had not gone into tears from allowing the men to use her. She had not gotten mad from the way we had abused her. No, she had simply said that she hurt and then thanked me for it.
I slept beside her but didn't try to snuggle or do anything sexual. She needed to sleep.
Day Three:
I woke to an empty room, much to my surprise.
I had wanted to talk with her about the night before, but that chance was gone.
Amanda had a full day of conference activities ahead of her and had actually been able to rise out of bed early, dress and head out to the sessions. How the hell did she do that?
I found a note from her. "Our first night, you had me flashing, flirting and being generally sexy. Our second night you turned me into something way beyond just sex and into some sort of kink-loving slut. Oddly, I love you for this. What will our third night bring? You decide. Don't hold back."
I read this in pleasant surprise. Damn, that woman was incredible. My worries suddenly lessened. I kept the thought about the dangers of playing with fire in my mind and decided that I would have to be extremely watchful of danger signs.
So, with a mess of scrambled thoughts in my head... I resolved to go ahead and take things further. She was willing, and apparently looking forward to it. I was wanting it. This was our first time at this and it was one hell of a lot of fun.
"Just don't completely fuck up," I had cautioned myself.
Well, if we were going to play a bit more, It was time to do some shopping.
I texted my wife.. "I am out shopping. Looking for ways to further our playtimes together. I am thinking of you, for this week, as my play toy."
She responded a little later. "I like being your toy. I like that you enjoy sharing your toy with others. And, like many boys and men, you are not delicate with your toys... another thing I like."
With these messages as background to my thoughts and plans, I ignored all tourist attractions for the day. I had a mission to fulfill.
During the day, I did receive one email from Paul. It seems that Amanda had given him my email. I'm not sure if I liked that, but oh well, "Chase. Your wife is incredible and thank you for sharing her with Fred and me last night. I am, if you wish, available for further explorations tonight. Fred won't be available."
I thought about this for a while and then responded. "I need to find another woman to join the party. You can come if you can fulfill this need. You saw how my wife is. This other woman must be equally or more so."
I had to wait a long while for a response. Perhaps Paul was put off by this. Perhaps he was just in session and could not respond.
Finally the message arrived. "I know just the person. She is at this conference and has been an occasional playmate of mine. Without giving her your wife's name, I gave her a hint as to what your wife is like and what might be expected. She is game."
So far so good. Things were going well... but, still, I had some ideas. "Tell her that the words: lesbian, and playful roughness, and toys are in my plans. I may want to take things beyond what happened last night... not sure yet, but things seem to be heading in that direction."
An hour later another message came my way. "She wants to know if she will be giving or receiving this playful roughness and if the other woman is doing this voluntarily."
I responded immediately. "She will be receiving pleasure from my wife and dishing out a bit of rough pleasure to Amanda. But, if she wants to be on the receiving end of some aggression, that is fine with me. And, yes, Amanda is doing this voluntarily... much to my pleasant surprise."
"She is definitely in," came the final text for the afternoon.
Dinner And A Collar:
