The Agreement
Pt 3
As I sat there on the toilet, doing my thing while scrolling through tiktok, my mind wandered back to the beginning of our marriage.
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Though Sarah and I had just gotten married, she knew that it was just barely. Thus she was always on her best behavior, especially during the honeymoon. Rather than burn money on going to one exotic locale, I had signed us up for a cruise around the Caribbean. I could put all of the details in of the debauchery that we had visited upon each other, but there is already plenty of free masturbation fodder available scattered across the internet. So, rather than give sordid details, I'll give the broad strokes.
Sarah enjoys sex rough. Like, rough rough. She's a bit of a Masochist, and a good deal of a submissive. However, most of her proclivities are geared toward the bedroom. Myself? I'm a Dominant Personality, as well as a bit of a Sadist. I get off on her pain and vulnerability, due to the fact that she gets off on it. On our honeymoon? We did everything that two people can do to each other sexually within the constraints of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Also, Risk-Aware Consensual Kink. To be fair, I packed a steamer trunk of our favorite toys, which we used in between stops.
While we were in port somewhere, we'd visit sex clubs and the like -- always with the help of a local guide, and me being secretly armed. Yes, I know it's a crime. However, I wasn't going to wind up fish food with my new wife trafficked off to god knows where. So, I kept a snub nose pistol in a quick draw holster at my hip under my too long linen jacket, a pen knife in my breast pocket, and a hold out pistol strapped to my ankle with a hold out holster. I also carried a set of brass knuckles in my pocket just in case.
Needless to say, there was lots to see, and sometimes, we even gave a show. Now, there is something of an exhibitionist streak in both of us, but at that point, neither of us had a desire to be with anyone save each other. So, while we had no problem watching others and getting turned on by it, or even letting people get extremely close in their viewing of us, we just didn't cross that line.
There are a few details I will relay. On the ship, our story of how we had known each other in high school, lost each other, then found each other, and lost each other again only to come out the other side married was a hit. Specifically with the women. They said it read like a romance, and I was hard pressed to disagree, though the details would read more like smut than romance. Off the ship, Sarah would find the nude beaches and show off, with me right alongside her showing off. More than once we were propositioned, both as a couple and individually.
However, one event that sticks out in my mind the most, is when we visited Leather and Lace on Saint Maarten's Island. Leather and Lace was a discreet sex club with an entry fee of 1000 US Dollars. On the outside, it looked almost like your average warehouse. However, once beyond the front office, the interior told why it cost so much. Everything was done up like the most exclusive clubs one would expect in New York, Tokyo, or Paris. There were several themed rooms dealing with all forms of kinks.
The first one we stopped by was the voyeur room. In it, there were two couples engaged in swapping. Even I can admit that the men were handsome, and were dressed in leather vests and chaps. The women were literal goddesses, and were dressed in lace corsets with crotchless panties and fishnet stockings over stiletto heels. One pair was in white, the other was in black. In the gallery, there were 5 other couples besides Sarah and Me, and all were engaged in some form of foreplay or sexual activity.
After about 10 minutes of viewing, Sarah was on her knees sucking my cock, before bending herself over the gallery rail and begging me to take her. I did, and we rutted like animals as we watched those around us fucking, sucking and licking their way toward climax. However, I began to time my thrusting with the set of performers clad in white, guiding Sarah's view to them. As we were synchronized in our actions for the most part, Sarah got even more turned on, and all four of us achieved climax at the same time.
The next room we visited was the exhibition room. It was composed of 8 full sized poster beds on a dais. Me and Sarah took one of the beds, and I lashed her to the posts at the foot of the bed. I whipped, paddled and spanked her before I bound her tits and clamped her nipples. I then forced my cock down her throat, and used the deepthroating as a form of breath control, which brought tears to her face. At this point, the white clad couple had moved to the gallery, and was watching the interplay between myself and my wife.
Now, a detail about Sarah. She gets off not only on the sex, but the pain and control. However, the climaxes are micro in nature. So, all through the time that I am punishing her and forcing her to fellate me, she is cumming. However, it is not fully satisfying, and only serves as a tease or an edge. By the time I took her, she was rearing and ready to go again. Her thighs were coated with her own juices, and there was a very small puddle on the floor between her feet.
I climbed onto the bed, grabbed hold of her hair, and shoved into her at the same time as I yanked her hair back. I was sitting on the foot of the bed, so her body was bowed outward, and with her legs spread the way they were, an onlooker could see everything. At this point, the pair in white walked up, and the man bent the woman over, so that her face was hovering no more than an inch or two from where my cock was thrusting in and out of my wife. I could actually feel the woman's breath on my sac as she was being fucked by her partner.
Once again, our movements synchronized, and the now blindfolded and gagged Sarah only knew that she was being watched very closely. She heard the couple get off, and her own orgasm followed immediately after, the clamping and clutching of her walls around my cock causing me to explode inside of her. Once everything settled down, we vacated the bed, and an attendant appeared to strip down the Play-Safe sheets to replace them with a fresh set. The attendant then disappeared, and I gave the man a nod as I held the still blindfolded -- but now free -- Sarah close to me. He returned the nod, and we went our separate ways.
Getting back to the dressing room, we deposited the toys we had used into the proper bins for sterilization, got dressed, and headed back to the boat. We continued on with our cruise, our lovemaking having obtained a new fervor which neither of us spoke on, but the origins we were both aware of. However, reality set in, and we had to return to our jobs, with the Pandemic breaking out shortly thereafter.
With my business being focused on the IT sector, we contracted out to set up work from home situations for companies, and it grew in leaps and bounds. By the end of the pandemic, all of the staff had earned in the ballpark of a quarter million dollars through the profit sharing measures, and we dominated our little corner of the tri-state area. We had bought out a couple competitors and added them as satellite offices, or repurposed them to all in one bases.
During all of this, Sarah had convinced me to join a play group. She was working strenuous hours, as was I, and we both found we needed to blow off steam. The Play Group was just the right place to do so, as they had collectively secured a moderately sized apartment complex of a dozen units to use as a venue for most of their social activities.
I guess I could say the first sign of trouble was when we met a couple: Jessica and Alecs. They were a decade younger than us, rather attractive, and they were swingers. They were friendly enough, but Jess had her sights set on me, and Alecs had his sights set on Sarah. We had continued to go to the gym over the couple of years we'd been married, and it paid dividends. After one Munch, Sarah and I were laying in bed, and she spoke into the darkness.
"Have you ever thought of going beyond what we did on our honeymoon?"
