We know that many folks have been waiting some time for this next installment. We hope you find it worth the wait. These stories demand a particular taste, and we've loved hearing from those of you who share ours and believe that the mind is the most sensual organ of all.
This time, we're back in Loving Wives, as that is the place that we've found many similar stories that we like best. Again, for people who are bothered by these sorts of thing, we'll point out that there might be elements or at least hints of voyeurism, cheating, mild submission, sharing and other naughty things in these stories. If you're turned off by any of that, or looking for totally instant gratification, you should probably stop reading now.
You'll have to find out for yourself, but we can say that at its heart this story is about a very loving couple.
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Phase 05
Sarah walked down the hotel hallway toward the rendezvous that she had established the previous night. It was 6:32 by her watch. She wasn't surprised by what she saw when she turned into the small foyer, but she was newly impressed by what could be accomplished with a bit of planning followed by careful execution.
Seated at the two chairs facing out toward her were her husband and Mr. X. As she entered the space, they rose automatically -- natural gentlemen. She took a seat and waved them to sit down -- it was hard to accomplish that gesture without appearing imperious, she mused. Mr. X sat immediately, but her husband seemed completely discombobulated, frozen in an awkward half-stand, half-sit.
"It looks like this space has been double-booked, honey", he started out -- fumbling to fire a preemptory round of bonhomie at the other man in the alcove, who he must have already sensed was not likely to be there by accident. "It looks like we'll need to find another location to..." His half-sentence mated perfectly with the awkwardness of his posture.
Her heart softened to him, as it always did. "This is exactly the right location, Cedric. Sit down, and I'll explain."
He sat.
"I owe both of you an explanation. This will be inescapably difficult, so best to just get down to it. Let's start with introductions."
She turned to the stranger in the room.
"Let's just call you 'Mr. X'. As must be obvious now, the man seated to your left is my husband Cedric. We have been married for many years and have several children. Ours is a strong, dynamic, loving relationship -- and if it weren't, I can assure you that you wouldn't be here, and I'd never even consider what I'm about to propose."
Mr. X nodded uncomfortably at Cedric. Cedric looked back, his face now frozen in an awkward half-smile, half-grimace.
"Cedric, Mr. X is a man who I -- ." For the first time in the last twenty-four hours she felt herself struggling for words. "Well, 'met' implies something it shouldn't, and 'interacted with' sounds too impersonal, so let's say 'first became exposed to' -- last night."
"I've already given Mr. X a set of ground-rules. Are those still clear?"
Mr. X nodded.
She turned back to her husband.
"Now, to you, my dear. You and I are embarking on an experiment. As with any well designed experiment, this one has a set of protocols designed to ensure the integrity of the results. So I must also ask you to consider a set of ground-rules: First, only talk when I ask you a direct question, or to request clarification. Second, do not take any action without my asking you to do so. Third, whatever happens stays between the three of us. Fourth, if at any point you decide that you want this experiment to stop, say so. I will respect that and we need never speak of these things again."
She paused for his consideration, studying his face closely. It held traces of confusion, nervousness, and even anger, but dominating all of that was the devotion and trust she knew he felt for her.
"Agreed?"
"Yes, agreed." And then with a sigh he said, "Anyway, I'd die of curiosity if I didn't find out what you had cooked up in that dangerously pretty head of yours."
"Good. Now, it may be difficult for you, but I need you to listen to this next part with an open mind."
"What I've done, dear, is brought one of our mutual fantasies to life. Perhaps that was wrong, in which case -- well, I will be truly, deeply sorry, and will spend a good part of the next year making it up to you. But I know you very well, and I wouldn't have taken the risk I did if I didn't think you'd come to love me more because of it."
She noted in his posture a waning of aggression and a waxing of interest.
"The fantasies I have in mind are the ones in which I expose myself to a stranger."
"And", she said deliberately, gazing into his eyes, "that's exactly what I did last night. I showed the man sitting next to you my panties."
She could see the flood of sexual arousal wash over her husband as she spoke those words -- and a look close to awe come over his face as he processed what she had done. Yes, there was still confusion and worry in his face, but she now knew that the gamble had paid out.
"I first did that in a bar full of strangers, feigning an accidental exposure."
"Then later, to entice him to follow me here, I did it again, making sure that he saw that it was no accident."
"Then, finally, where we are sitting right now, I spread my legs open and showed my panties to him alone."
She watched, fascinated, at the effect her words were having on her husband. As she spoke, she could see a pronounced tent forming within his soft wool trousers.
"But more than that. I also... I showed him my pussy, Cedric."
As she uttered these words, they both realized simultaneously that this statement could not be left without some response. Her husband had to say something, had to defend his territory, least he fall into the tiresome role of cuckold. She knew that neither of them wanted that. He spoke now.
"You shouldn't have done that, Sarah -- not without at least talking to me first." It came out more understated than expected. And then -- wonder of wonders -- he began to laugh, and she found herself laughing with him, as they shared the sudden realization of how ridiculous his demand for consultation on just this one key point really was: "Sure honey, you're welcome to show your underwear to complete strangers, but I forbid you from showing the contents of said underwear without my prior consent."
