A few years ago at my law firm's New Year's Eve party, my wife and I got carried away with the mixed drinks. The results were ever lasting...
We decided to take a cab home rather than risk the drive, especially since there would be DUI Check points all over.
After we got home, my wife let me know that she had been propositioned by some of the newer members at the firm and one of the bar tenders. In her defense, ALL of the wives were lining up at his station for something a little more than a heavy pour in a short glass.
"At first I was flattered..." she started in, "But then I just became annoyed."
What followed set the tone for a very rotten month or two for me. The words I said still haunt me today... mostly because I know those were the words that changed the path of our relationship, but also because she had them engraved on a picture frame that holds a black and white photo of her and her first lover (since we were married 19 years ago). In the photo, you can see is a man's torso from the left rear side of his body. The photo shows him from the shoulders down to the back of his knees. He is behind my wife, they are both naked and his hard cock is deep inside of her. She is standing at the edge of a small bed. Her right hand is planted on the bed and her left hand is over his, showing her wedding ring and diamond engagement ring. It seems to be the focal point, unless you admire the human body in damn near perfect form.
He has both hands firmly gripping her hips. In the photo you can see her skin being pressed, so you know there is some pressure involved.
When she had the picture(s) taken, this was the 10th or 12th time she and this man had been together. He brought a woman friend to take the photos, and she took several. This was one of her favorites. The photographer waited until she had just finished having an orgasm (which triggered her lover to cum). She got a few close-ups of both of their faces, but this photo was my wife's favorite because it showed her wedding ring, displayed the amount of freedom she has and expressed the deep pleasure she had not experienced in a few years from me.
"The photographer catching me post orgasm and capturing him during his orgasm was the highest compliment this event could receive and the definition of poetry and art being expressed by two people." she said as she showed me the photo.
The photo that was framed with my own words, "If you ever wanted to indulge a physical proposition, I would support that choice."
So two years ago, we are laying in bed and my wife is telling me about others hitting on her. I had read a bunch of Cuckolding stories and could not believe how aroused I became. Several different "set-ups" in these stories, ex husband, ex boyfriend from college, ex lover, etc. which always ended up the same. The husband watches the wife get a great pounding and admires her for it. In fact, he WORSHIPS her for indulging in "his fantasy".
So after all the alcohol we had both drank, we played a little "devils advocate" and the "picture frame" phrase came out just as she asked, "What if I took one of these fine gentlemen up on their offer?"
The look on her face was torment, hurt and anger.
We did not speak to each other for a couple of weeks.
I sent flowers, cards, chocolates and bought jewelry. Nothing worked.
For the month of January, the only "romance" I had was with my Mastercard.
February came and I thought to myself, VALENTINES DAY is going to be the make or break for us.
"She will forgive me, demand an elegant dinner and after a heartfelt apology from me, we will be able to move forward." I promised myself.
We had started eating in silence in the kitchen. When friends would visit or neighbors would stop by, she would pretend everything was normal but not include me or engage me in any of the conversations. It had NEVER been this "bad" before.
One this particular year, Valentines Day was on a Friday. A week before we had both arrived home late and both of us were exhausted. She ate some Chinese leftovers in the kitchen and then went upstairs to her office (which was in the bedroom).
I said nothing.
After about 20 minutes I sent her an email asking her out on a date for Valentines Day.
She read it but did not reply.
I heard the shower turn on and expected she wanted to make up, so I jumped in the guest bathroom and washed up myself.
Nothing.
I went upstairs to knock on the bedroom door and found a note stuck in the door.
"Sorry, I already have plans for that weekend."
I sulked a bit and went back down stairs to the guest room.
"Its gonna be a long weekend." I told myself.
At 6:30 I heard some noise in the kitchen that woke me up. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and walked out to the kitchen. I found a note on the counter in an envelope. As I reached for it, some lights leaving the driveway caught my eye. It was her car. I knew better than to chase after her. I opened the envelope.
"I am going to stay at my Mothers for a few days. We are okay but there are some things to work out. Here is a list of things you need to do around the house before I get back on Tuesday."
I jumped all over the list and I was finished by Sunday morning. I spent the rest of the weekend watching football, catching up on the news and wondering what she meant. I took a shower that night and fantasized about her getting fucked by a body builder with a thick cock. I didn't even get hard before I was spewing and shooting all over the shower. I was a little ashamed, but also kind of proud of myself for having an orgasm so quickly.
My wife had used the last two months to research my fetish. She had reached out to a few "experts" in the field and had arranged to meet with someone out of town that would sit and talk with her and settle her concerns.
My wife's Mother lived about 4 hours away on the outskirts of Las Vegas. She and her Mom had a solid relationship. I did not think she would share my comments with her Mom, but she sure as hell did... and that was all it took to push her over the edge. Her own Mother encouraged her, "Indulge him and live out HIS fantasy.. you get to control the marriage completely, blackmail him into doing what ever you want AND you get to have as many men as you like."
"Really?" my wife asked.
Her Mother nodded, "We studied this a few years ago, TRUST ME when I say there is really no down side to this. The hardest thing you have to decide is who to fuck and how to fuck them."
"This is more common that you think, and those women that were part of the study we read about really enjoyed themselves." her Mom concluded.
My wife decided to go to the casino at Planet Hollywood and flirt with some of the out of town visitors. It went really well and she got propositioned by someone that was just there for the weekend. They shared a few drinks and she went back to his room.
She did not spend the night. She returned to her Mom's and then left the next morning (a day early), promising to visit again really soon.
When she came home and told me everything that happened, there was a spark in her eyes and excitement in her voice.
I came home from work and she met me at the door. She had a scornful look on her face. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt.
She had me put my things away and told me to return to the kitchen with nothing on.
I came back with my boxers on.
"STRIP!!" she commanded.
I slipped my boxers off.
She pointed at a patio chair. "SIT" she ordered again.
"Put your hands behind your back." she told me.
She zip tied my hand behind my back. She used rope to tie my ankles to the chair legs.
"I see you got all your chores done." she said in a normal voice.
I nodded.. half frightened to speak as I had never seen this side of her before.
She slid a kitchen chair over and place it in front of me. She paused and then slipped off her sweatshirt. She had a black lace bra that was see through. Her 38DDs were proud and firm... and I "missed them" very much.
She stood by the chair and used it to steady herself as she slipped off the yoga pants. She had matching lace panties on.