"Rob darling, we need to talk, come and sit with me, and bring me a glass of Prosecco, better still, bring the bottle."
"Yes my love."
I was finding it hard to believe how subservient my husband had become, following my sexy encounter with James. Wonderful as it was, I was finding it all rather puzzling. Rob came in to the room carrying the Prosecco and a flute glass for me, plus a large tumbler of whisky with ice for him. He expertly opened the fizzy wine, and poured it into my glass, taking his time and filling it to the top.
"To lots of fun in our future," I toasted and we clinked glasses.
"So, my love, what would you like to talk about?" he asked.
"Well, you remember that after I'd recounted my story about James taking me out to lunch and then nearly fucking me, that you and I had brilliant sex, although it was rather brief for you since you were so excited."
"Yes my love, how could I ever forget that evening."
"Good, and just before we went to sleep I told you that you would have to decide between going back to our boring life, or moving forwards with your fantasies, do you remember that?" He was starting to look a little edgy.
"Yes my love, I remember that."
"Well, that's what I want to talk about. Is that ok?" I needed to bring him to this decision a little at a time.
"Yes my love, we can do that. Will you start, I'm not sure what to say."
"Ok, I'll ask you some questions to get us going. Firstly, what happened between James and me did really turn you on, didn't it?" This was fairly safe ground.
"Yes my love, enormously."
"Good, and do you still have the fantasy of me having sex with other men?" A trickier question.
"Yes my love, although it also scares me."
"That's ok, I understand my darling. Now, please tell me why you are suddenly so subservient to me? Don't get me wrong, it's lovely and I don't want you to stop, I just need to understand." I had no idea what he was going to say.
"It's another fantasy I have, being dominated by you, serving you. It just seemed appropriate to explore it a little, following what happened with James."
"I need you to explain it a bit more to me my love, I don't see the connection."
"Well, the fantasies sort of slot together. I imagine that you dominate me, tell me what to do, tell me how you want things to be in our life, especially our sex life, you tell me that you are going to have sex with other men and I have to comply. You take control of my masturbating, you punish me when I do wrong. Is this making sense?"
"Yes my love, I'm just a bit shocked. I was going to ask you to decide whether you still want me to have sex outside our marriage, but it sounds to me that what you actually want is for me to decide, and just tell you what I'm going to do. Is that what you mean?"
"Yes my darling, I think it is."
"Ok, well this has thrown me a bit. Pour me some more fizz while I think." I was in shock and needed a few moments to think. I downed my glass in one.
"More."
He poured another glass full and I swallowed half of it.
"Right, here goes," I took another gulp of wine, "I found my encounter with James incredibly exciting, and I nearly let him fuck me. I keep thinking it over and over, and I partly regret stopping. I think you had given me permission to have sex with him when you agreed that I could have lunch with him, is that right?"
"Sort of, I've also been turning it over in my mind, and the conclusion I've come to is that I gave you permission to make the decision, whether or not to go to bed with him. I would have accepted either decision, because it was your decision, not mine."
"I understand, my love, and that's why you've become more subservient, because you want me to decide all things like that, is that right?"
"Yes, my love, that's it exactly."
"Good, so, as I was saying, I enjoyed it very much, and I don't want to revert to how things were before, but with this new situation, I don't need a decision from you, and, in fact I don't have to make any decision at all. My darling, I accept your submission to my will, and we must discuss how that is going to work, going forwards, but since you've already started the role, I'm sure we'll soon get the hang of it."
"Thank you my love, you've made me very happy."
"You mentioned me controlling your masturbating, which we'll get to, but do you also want me to dominate you in the bedroom? "
"Yes please my darling, I want that very much." I couldn't believe this was happening, it was a dream come true.
"That may make me a bit selfish sexually. I think it would be fun to get all the sex I want, but leave you frustrated most of the time, will you let me do that?"
"I will have no say, you will be in charge."
"So, I could be having sex with other men, have you making me cum with your tongue every day, and you getting hardly any orgasms?"
"Yes my love, if that's what you want."
"And I only have to worry about what I want?"
"Yes please my darling."
"Ok, well, all this Prosecco has made me so horny, let's go to bed and you can see how many orgasms your tongue can give me. Nothing for you tonight, I'm afraid, and if I catch you masturbating I'll take a hammer to your balls. Do you understand?"
"Yes my love, thank you my love."
I made full use of his tongue for well over an hour and climaxed three times, then just rolled away and fell asleep. I didn't even thank him. I was loving this new fantasy, or maybe it was just version three of the original one, I knew my life was about to get much more interesting.
I don't know whether or not he masturbated in the night, but, if he did, he didn't wake me.
In the morning I woke late, then stroked Rob's cock very gently. He hardened immediately, so I climbed on top and starting bouncing on him. I suspect he was a good boy during the night because within a few minutes he started to cum. I grabbed his balls with both hands and started to squeeze and mangle them.
"I hope that didn't completely destroy the pleasure for you, I just fancied squeezing your balls, so I did."
"I understand my love."
"Next I'm going to sit on your face, so you can lick your cum out of me, and make me cum some more."
I really enjoyed myself riding his face, and I particularly enjoyed the times when he couldn't breathe. For the rest of the day, I gave him job after job to do and had him running around after me, bringing me coffee, drinks etc.
In the evening I made him strip naked and stand next to me as I watched a couple of movies. I kept touching his cock, getting him hard, then letting go. He must have been going insane with frustration. Later in the evening I made him sit between my legs and lick me for an hour. I got two lovely climaxes and he got nothing.
Mid morning on Monday, something happened. My mobile phone rang, it was James.
"Hi Sally, it's James."
"Yes James, I know, your number is on my phone, what can I do for you?"
"Sorry, yes, the thing is," why didn't he just get on with it? "I'm in your area tomorrow night, staying at the hotel. And I thought I would invite you and your husband out to dinner at that brilliant pub that's just down from the hotel."
"Rob as well? Is that what you said?"
"Yes it is, I know he gave his permission for our lunch, so I suspect he has a cuckold fantasy. I think he would probably find playing gooseberry to his wife and her future lover exciting. Also, I think you will find it easier to cuckold him if he's there watching"
"You're pretty confident!" I certainly wasn't.
"So, can I book a table? We can meet in the hotel bar and stroll down. It'll be fun."
"Ok, book the table."
"Brilliant, meet me at seven thirty. You can tell your husband tonight."
I was so excited all day, thinking about what might be going to happen the next day. Despite my excitement I didn't say anything about it to Rob until after dinner, when he'd had his glass of wine and a couple of whiskys.
"Rob, something happened at the office this morning that I need to tell you about?"
"Oh, what was it my love?"
"James phoned."
"Oh." His voice dropped an octave.
"He invited both of us out to dinner tomorrow evening."
"Both of us?"
"Yes my love, he wants to meet you. He still wants to sleep with me, but he thinks you might like to watch."
"Christ! I don't know my love."
"I'm sorry darling, it isn't your decision. It's for me to decide, we agreed that at the weekend."
"Oh yes, I'm sorry my love, I was so shocked I forgot."
"Well, you'd better get over the shock, because I told him yes. We're meeting at the bar of the hotel at seven thirty, then walking down to the pub. I'm so excited about having sex with him. It never occurred to me that you might watch, but James is experienced in these things, so I'm sure he knows what he's doing."
"I see."
"Now, I need to decide what to wear, you can come up and help me. Neither of us is having sex tonight, I want to be really horny for James, and I think you need to be horny too."
The next evening we were both ready by seven fifteen, Rob in tight jeans, a stripy short sleeved shirt and his blue velvet jacket. He actually looked gorgeous, and it seemed weird that he was going out to dinner with his wife's future lover, and was expecting to watch his wife have sex with her lover after dinner.
I was wearing a little black dress, quite short, high heels, and a sexy pink thong and bra set underneath, skimpy, lacy, and destined to be removed in a couple of hours.
"Let's have a drink to calm us both down, I'll have the usual."
"Ok my love, good idea."
"I propose a toast to our new life, me as a hot wife, and you a cuckold, may James be the first of many lovers for me."
