Harold Tripp loved his wife Linda dearly. They had been together for five years, from the time when she was 18 and he was 23 before being married and now they had been married for five years. For their five year anniversary he wanted to do something special for her... and also something special for him. He knew that she sometimes wondered about other men. Harold had not been her very first boyfriend, but he had been the one to take her virginity, and although he knew that she loved him, there was always part of her that wondered what it would be like to be with another man. In some ways she had missed out on a lot of dating experiences because they'd been together since she started college.
There had been many times, over the years, when he'd thought about giving her an experience with another man, but it was a venture that was fraught with so many complications. Using a trusted friend would mean a change in the relationship for all of them. Using a stranger seemed unnecessarily dangerous. He had just about given up on the idea when he heard about the House of Fantasy from his friend Elena. She didn't say much, only that it had given her everything she'd hoped for and more, and she claimed it was responsible for getting her and Lance back together. Elena and Harold had always been close but she hadn't been willing to give him many details - although considering the nature of the House of Fantasy he didn't blame her for being shy about that.
It had taken some careful thought as he examined all of his feelings... was he doing this for the right reasons? He sincerely loved his wife and wanted her to be as happy and fulfilled as possible. And quite honestly the idea did a few things for him too. Voyeurism had always turned him on.
Eventually he had written an email to the Dragon Lady, as Elena had dubbed her, with the fantasy and the qualifications. Elena had warned him to be quite specific in detailing exactly what he wanted. When he received a reply, a few days later, informing him that the House of Fantasy would be happy to accommodate him and Linda for their anniversary, he felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety. The danger, the risk that this could all back fire on him was heavy on his mind, but somehow it also added to the excitement.
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Linda was so excited for her and her Harry's five year anniversary. She could tell that he had something special planned, he'd been acting so secretive... even stranger was when he insisted on helping her pick out an outfit for the night. Normally he hated going shopping. Even more surprising was the dress that they eventually ended up picking out. It was much more revealing than the clothes she normally wore. At 28 she was starting to feel a little run down, it was harder and harder to maintain her weight and to feel good about her looks. The big 3-0 was looming and it was rather scary. Sometimes she felt like her life hadn't been very exciting, and here she was, almost 30 and while she had a loving husband whom she cherished, there were always the times when she felt a bit stuck in a rut and wondered about what might have been.
It didn't bother her, most of the time, that she had not been the first woman for her husband. Or that he had been the first and only man for her. But sometimes when her still-single girlfriends got to talking about their sexual escapades... there was always a little twinge of jealousy, although never any regret. Harry was the man for her and she would never regret that, or wish that things had happened differently... but there was no harm in a fantasy, right?
Standing and looking at herself in the killer dress, the flaming red sheathe hugging her curves tightly and showing off a generous expanse of bosom, Linda thought that she hadn't looked so good in years. Being so dressed up and sexy gave her belly a tingling flutter of excitement, almost like she was going on a date with someone new instead of her husband. It was wonderful to still be so in love with him, and she was excited for him to see the whole get-up. Although they'd picked out the dress together, today she'd pampered herself with a mani-pedi and put the same flaming red color on both her finger and toe-nails, and she'd gone and gotten a hair cut and blow dry so that her wavy brown hair was soft and perfect. No matter how hard she tried she could never quite duplicate the sexy waves of hair that her stylist could give her. On her feet were peep-toe gold fuck-me heels, showing off her slim ankles and the muscles in her legs.
The light that flared in her husband's eyes when she came down the stairs set her heart thumping. Ten years together total and five years of marriage and he still had this effect on her. He was looking good in a grey pin stripe suit with a dark red tie, complementing her without being matchy-matchy. The suit fit him perfectly and she felt her insides twist a little.
"You look beautiful honey," he said, presenting her with red roses, his eyes drinking in the deliciously sexy sight of her. She looked classy and sexy, irresistible and yet so far above him.
"You're looking pretty hot yourself," she said. Then she kissed him. To her surprise he pulled back a bit.
"Careful of your lipstick," he said teasingly. "I'm not sure the restaurant will let me in if my lips are bright red too."
Linda laughed. "It's special lipstick, I got it today. Check yourself in the mirror, there's none on you at all."
She felt inordinately proud of herself as he glanced at the hallway mirror. The lipstick had been an impulse buy, but more than worth it. With all this red she would have felt weird without red lips. They were pouty and soft looking, and it wouldn't smear for anything. She also wouldn't be able to take it off without Vaseline or chapstick, but that was okay. Having to work hard to get it off was better than having it end up on everything!
Seeing that his face was clear, Harold kissed Linda passionately. She tasted delicious, minty and cool, and her hot body was pressed up against him... part of him wanted to just stay here and take her now. Right here on the floor of their home... but he hadn't put all this planning into tonight (not to mention the money) to let it go to waste.
*****
After dinner at one of the best restaurants in town, Harold blindfolded his wife and told her that the next stop on their trip was a surprise. As he drove he couldn't help but play with her sexy body, enjoying the fact that she couldn't see or anticipate where his hand would go. He stroked her thighs, the tops of her breasts, let her suck on his finger, pinched her nipples through fabric of the dress, and even fingered her for a few minutes after they parked in front of an innocent looking building that was the address he'd been given. When Linda's breathing started to change he pulled his fingers from her reluctantly and had her suck the juices off of them... as much as he wanted to pleasure his wife, having her worked up without reaching completion was more important.
Linda sighed with reluctance as her husband helped her out of the car instead of finishing her off. The dinner had been so wonderfully romantic and Harold's obvious excitement was really rubbing off on her. Giggling like teenagers, he kept his strong arm around her waist as he guided her. She could tell when they entered a building, and then there was a lot of walking... finally a door closed behind them and he led he forward. From the way his body trembled she could tell that whatever was about to happen was what he had been anticipating all night.
Pulling his wife's back against him, Harold stood next to the bed, having her face the young man that the House of Fantasy had provided. Good-looking, muscular, in his early twenties, blonde (unlike Harold's dark hair) and brown eyed (Harold had blue), and wearing nothing but some clinging drawstring flannel pants, Harold thought he looked perfect. Angling his wife so that the young man would be the first thing she saw, Harold put one arm around her waist to hold her in place and began to undo the blindfold.
"Linda, my love," he whipped off the blindfold, "I'd like you to meet your anniversary present."
He felt her gasp and tremble against him. Linda was incredibly confused. They were in a gorgeously decorated, expensive looking room - which she had expected, although it was much more boudoir feeling than she'd have expected from a hotel - and there was a half naked and extremely attractive young man standing in front of her.
"Hi Linda," he said, smiling at her with a sexy looking smolder in his eyes. "I'm Chris."
As he stepped forward, toward her, she pressed back against her husband who stood hard and firm behind her, keeping her from retreating.