Authors note: This is an unusually short piece for me based on a dream I had the other night. I don't expect this to go further unless there is demand for a follow up.
I stood next to my wife in the elevator. She was in the corner almost hiding. I thought she looked great but she seemed uneasy, edgy. The floor dinged and the door opened to admit 3 business types dressed in comfortable vacation clothes. Casual but name brand and not exactly elegant but definitely not low rent. One guy wore a heavy gold chain while another sported a very expensive watch. I can tell the difference between a Rolex and a knock-off and let me tell you it was the real deal They silently jockeyed around to get a good look at my wife. Amanda shuddered and shivered.
I put my arm around her and whispered into her ear, "Are you cold?"
Amanda caught her breath and whispered back, "No! Just nervous and excited. I can't believe we are doing this!"
Should I tell him I had a mini orgasm from the hungry looks on those guys faces?
I took her hand. Then she asked, "Tell me again why you want me out in public looking like a prostitute?"
I grinned, "We could have stayed in our suite if you would have agreed to take it up the ass."
Amanda looked like she was reconsidering her options. "Just as long as you know that this is what you really want for your birthday. I didn't ask for this. Remember that."
"Second choice but, yes. It is." I replied succinctly.
The door rang for the lobby and she said aloud. "All right honey, your wish is my command, here goes."
The guys all grinned and winked at me. They stepped aside like gentlemen letting the lady out first. I can only assume that since they had fully admired my wife's front they were anxious to see her from the back. We walked out to appreciative moans and grunts. Even in the glitzy, blinky bright loud environment of the Vegas casino Amanda stood out and drew stares. This is why. For my birthday we had planned a trip to Vegas to get away from the mundane life we lead. I asked Mandy to buy a new outfit for the occasion of my birthday. Something nice and slutty.
She chose a silver sequined wrap around dress. The shoulder straps leaving her back bare and a deep V down her cleavage. She had undersized it a bit so that it was WAY shorter than anything I had seen her in in ages and couldn't be pulled tight around the bodice. She was in danger of a nip slip at any moment. Then there were the side slits, high enough that you would have seen her panties if she had been wearing any. As she walked, her toned ass caused the back flap to dance on her tushy revealing the bottoms of both cheeks. The front barely covered as well and when she walked it gapped revealing flashes of her bare gash to anyone who wanted to look.
"Mark? What is this obsession you have with me being a hoe in public?"
I laughed, "Ha! I know you love the attention. Hoe? Not yet but the evening is young, there is time for both of us to fulfil a fantasy. Look at you strut! Are you going to try and tell me you aren't loving this? All the attention?"
"I am loving it and I am wet as fuck. You can take me back upstairs and have your way with me. I will do almost anything you ask in our bed."
"The almost is what stops me. Let's see how things go."
"OK. But what if some man thinks I am an escort and propositions me? What do you want me to do?"
"Do what you want. If it feels right, go for it. Let's get a drink at the bar."
"Are you actually saying you are OK with me fucking another man?"
"I am. It won't be your first time. It will be a present for both of us."
Once we were seated at the bar we chatted. "Mark, we never talked about this before. Why now?"
"I have been thinking about the last time you were unfaithful and how it made me feel. We never fully discussed it, what with all the other fallout." Amanda had been a high powered VP at a big company and screwed up. She was off at a sales convention and fell under the spell of the very virile and persuasive president of a rival firm. She gave it up to him. When her boss found out from his competitor bragging. Big companies, big egos. He decided he was entitled to a taste too. Amanda could have handled it better and he ended up raping her. She filed a rape charge that went nowhere, after all she had demonstrated she was a slut and then she made an HR complaint.
The boss fired her, under the pretext that her involvement with a rival company compromised his company's intellectual property. If she fought it, he would countersue for breach of contract and violation of her confidentiality agreement. She knuckled under and took her buyout severance package. Then he blackballed her from the entire industry. No one would hire her, not even the bastard she had fucked. She was just another notch on his pistol. For the last few years, she had been a stay at home mom writing a blog to warn other women about her experiences.
So, I knew she wasn't morally against cheating on me, my experience is that people as successful as my wife have rather plastic moral world views. Ask me again, get a different answer. I knew she was bored. This was my way of spicing things up for her.
My own motivations were complex, to say the least. I am not a classic cuckold but there is something flattering and exhilarating about other men coveting my wife and having her. I have seen the way some of her friend's husbands have looked at her, but that is too close to home. 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.' An even bigger reason was the control thing. I wanted to see how far she would go if I commanded her to do something outside her comfort zone. Anal being too far, I had shifted gears. She was handling being practically nude and vulnerable in front of hundreds of people but we weren't quite there yet. A couple of cocktails had her even more relaxed. She was returning men's smiles and chatting happily with me.
It was time to make my move. "Honey. I have to hit the head. Will you be OK for a bit?"
