As marital rough patches go, this was one of the roughest. Mary and I had been married for only five years and the cracks had begun to show after only a short time.
I had rescued her - or so I thought - from a difficult relationship. Her previous partner was obsessive, jealous and domineering; he was not actually violent, but he had oppressed her and made her life generally quite unpleasant. Knowing all of this before I married Mary, I was obviously aware that she had a bit of a submissive side but I was still quite surprised when she blamed my lack of dominance for a good part of our recent problems.
"I know it was a tough relationship before," she said to me after a particularly unsuccessful session in the bedroom, "but I think that in a way I miss it!"
I was shocked to say the least, but I still loved my wife dearly and would have done anything for her.
"But, darling, you know I have a problem with dominating you, it's just not in my nature. I don't want to lose you. Surely there must be something we can do?"
Mary looked at me, a timid, crooked smile breaking over her pretty face. I felt my insides churn over and in that instant knew that if we were to stay together, then we would have to re-examine our entire lives - especially our sex life.
"You mean another man, don't you?" I said quietly.
Mary nodded demurely. She was having a tough time looking me in the eyes. Her head stayed bowed as I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe what I was about to say.
"Then that's what we must do. If it takes another man to keep us together then we'll do it - and the sooner the better!"
That night we talked until the early hours. The barrier now broken, Mary confessed to me that she still dreamed of being taken by a hard, rough man. She went into great detail about how she wanted to be used by him, almost as a toy, being ordered or instructed to do anything and everything that he commanded. I have to be honest and say that her sexual descriptions made me quite excited - I knew that being quite submissive myself I would never have been able to satisfy this craving of hers - but to watch another man doing it - doing her......well, that was quite a different matter!
Now the decision had been made, the problem then was how to go about it. Neither I or Mary had the slightest idea of what to do first. The one thing that we did know was that our guest should not be anyone that we knew, we thought that a friend would cause far too many problems at a later stage.
And then the idea hit me. I remembered as a teenager looking at an adult magazine that one of the lads at school had got hold of. We had all crowded around and ogled at the sexy models in their open-legged poses as we slowly turned page after page. We then giggled as we finally got to the back section of the magazine and read the classified advertisements and contact pages. The idea of people advertising themselves for sex seemed highly unlikely at the time, but now, in our situation, the notion definitely had possibilities!
The following day, and trying not to look to embarrassed, I visited the newsagent on the way home from work and purchased a handful of adult magazines. Mary was overjoyed to see that I had made some move towards resolving our situation and, after dinner, we cuddled up on the sofa and read together.
The first magazine was quite thin and mainly full of pictures of naked women in sexy poses. Mary flipped through the pages briskly, giving little attention to the photographs.
"Not much in this one." she said a little disappointedly as she reached the final page. "Let's try another."
The second mag was much the same but with much harder pictures and Mary took a little more time looking at the glossy photographs that depicted oral and anal as well as straight sex. By the time that we had got onto the third magazine I could feel my penis as hard as a rock and could see that my wife's face was definitely flushed.
"This is more like it," I said as we finally arrived at a good contact page. "Look, there's quite a few adverts here. Do you think we should try an advert in this one ourselves?"
For a second, Mary remained silent. She was reading one of the adverts and seemed completely engrossed.
"We may not have to," she replied, finally, "look, read this!"
She passed me the folded page and I began to read:-
DOMINANT WELL ENDOWED MALE SEEKS SUBMISSIVE FEMALE OR COUPLE FOR SIMPLE UNCOMPLICATED SEX - CAN TRAVEL.
The short advertisement concluded with a cell phone number and a promise of discretion. It seemed just what we were looking for. My wife and I both looked at each other almost daring the other person to speak first. We both knew that this was a pivotal point in our marriage. Eventually I was the one to break the silence.
"Are you sure, honey?" I asked quietly.
Mary nodded slowly, still a little reticent. "Will you make the call?" she asked.
Another deep breath as I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and started punching in the numbers from the advertisement.
The voice that quickly answered was deep and masculine and immediately made me feel inferior. There was a power and purpose to his tone that gave the listener a mental picture of charismatic presence. Even though I had initiated the call, after informing me that his name was Carl and that he was thirty five year old, the man quickly took charge of the conversation. He asked information about Mary first and I explained that she was thirty one, with short, auburn hair and a tanned, lithe figure. Carl seemed impressed enough and then told me rather than asked me what my involvement would be. It seemed that, whilst I would be allowed to spectate, any physical involvement would not be permitted without his express permission. I told him that this suited us both very well as the whole thing was for my wife's benefit rather than mine.
Carl controlled the rest of the conversation perfectly and when he finally requested our address, the words just tumbled from my lips as easily as if he had asked me the time of day.
"When can we expect you, sir?" I asked respectfully.
"You won't." he replied flatly. "I will arrive when I am ready and not before!"
With that the line went dead and I was left holding a silent telephone and wondering what the hell I'd got us into.
As the day's passed, Mary and I began to wonder if the whole thing had just been a big practical joke. There was no sign of Carl and the number that he had advertised in the magazine was disconnected.
The days turned into weeks and inevitably Carl slipped from our minds and we returned to our old, unsatisfactory routine. It wasn't until a Friday evening, nearly one month later, that anything actually happened.
It seemed like a strange time for anyone to call and as neither I or Mary were expecting visitors that evening, it was with a certain amount of curiosity that I answered the shrill tones of the front door bell.
I think as soon as I opened the door I knew that it was him. His tall, muscular frame filled the doorway and his deep, penetrating eyes fixed me to the spot. He spoke first and I immediately recalled his deep resonating voice.
"I have come to have sex with your wife. I'm Carl."
I think for a brief moment my heart actually stopped beating. My breath caught in my throat and I was unable to utter any words at all. I simply stood back and allowed him to enter our home and our lives.
"You are the slut, Mary?" Carl asked as he entered the lounge. He strode purposefully as if he owned the place.
For an instant Mary looked struck by the crude way in which she had been described, but her indignant look lasted but a fraction of a second. Her head bowed and she nodded.
"A fine looking bitch indeed!" Carl continued. "Stand up straight, let me see you!"
I watched from behind as Mary obeyed his commands without hesitation.
Carl looked her up and down thoughtfully, almost inspecting her. His eyes seemed to take in every curve and swell of her body under the light summer dress that she wore. She was barefoot and the lack of a bra displayed her nipples that seemed to jut out against the fabric of the dress like small, hard pebbles. I could hear her breath coming in short ragged gasps and knew that she was more excited now than she had been in a long time.
"Take her to the bedroom!" Carl instructed me. "Strip her and wait for me, is that understood?"
