If you read Chapter 1 and gave me a bad review then I'm glad you're back to give me another bad review. It's people like you that make everyone else want to read my work. So thanks a million! If you actually like my story, that's even better. Thanks a two million!
+ + + + Present day + + + +
When you love someone like I love Suzanne, you'll do anything to put a smile on her face. I don't know why I put so much importance on that but I do. It must be part of my DNA. It's not something she taught me. She's not a mean person or manipulative or anything negative. In fact, she's quite the opposite. Most women would have gone ape-shit over finding a stash a porn like I had. Instead, she took the time to watch them and realize the common theme. Then, with true love and devotion on her mind, she made my fantasy come true. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. If you don't like that then don't read it. The truth for me is I like the emotional topsy-turvy uneasiness that's inherent in this kind of fetish lifestyle. There is a certain spiral you get into and as the intensity of one level plateaus, I find myself needing a new level of degradation and humiliation. Ultimately, she lives a life of sexual excess while permanently denying his sexual release. I don't see this character becoming one of those enslaved brainless wonders who allow men to surgically alter them into trophy sluts. I like the woman who simply makes her sex life a priority over her husband's because he wants it that way. What he goes through is his own damn fault, not her's. Personally, I don't think I have the capacity to do that in real life. But in fantasy...it's all fair game.
+ + + + Continuing the story from chapter 1 + + + +
Doing my chores while Suzanne got herself ready for James gave me time alone to think about what was happening. The sex we shared this afternoon was phenomenal and I was amazed at the results of letting go and trusting Suzanne with my deep secrets. At times I even managed to get a hard on and keep it going for a couple minutes while I performed the tasks she asked me to do.
James arrived a few hours later. He parked his Mercedes in the middle of our driveway and strutted to the front door carrying a couple bottles of wine in his hands. His skin color was dark black and his body looked fit to me. He wore black jeans, black shiny shoes and a white tee shirt that was not tucked in. His hair was cropped short and overall he appeared attractive.
"James is here" I yelled to Suzanne.
"Let him in and introduce yourself" she yelled back. "Then escort him to our bedroom."
"Okay" I yelled back as he rang the doorbell.
My heart fluttered. The truth of the moment was upon us and my palms felt moist as I turned toward the front door. "Here goes nothing" I muttered and reached for the knob.
When I opened the door James spoke first "Hello sweetness."
It felt funny to hear him say that but then I watched his smile turn to a frown.
"That wasn't meant for you" he said.
"Glad to hear that. You want to come in?" I asked as I backed up and held the door open for him.
"Yeah" he said and walked into our house. As we stood near one another I surmised he was about six foot two.
After I shut the door I turned to him and said "My name is Bob Wilson" and I held out my hand to him. We shook hands and he said "I'm James Washington."
"So James what are your intentions with my wife?" I asked. I thought I was being funny.
"Hey man I thought you were going to be cool about this" he said.
I laughed. "It's cool James. I just thought it would be funny to ask."
"I just like fucking her. She's prime, feisty and obedient" he said.
"She's more than I can handle and I appreciate the help."
He laughed. "You crack me up."
"We want you to be comfortable here. I want to watch and do clean up afterward. It's just what I'm into."
"I've heard of guys like you but never met any."
"Same here" I said. I watched him as his eyes scanned up and down my body.
"Where is Suzi?" he asked.
"I forgot. I'm supposed to escort you into the bedroom."
"Why?"
"She's in there."
"I know the way. I don't need an escort" he scoffed.