As I showered, I thought about what I had agreed to do for my husband. We had been together eight years when he had shared with me his fantasy of watching while I had sex with another man. My fears felt very real back then, and were more than a little apparent, as we talked on the subject for hours while he described, in detail, the fantasies he had been having since before we were married. I found it difficult to wrap my mind around why he would have those fantasies, and told him as much. During that discussion, and many more in the years that followed, he calmed my fears and insecurities.
Gradually, I was able to accept the voyeuristic tendencies he had. He assured me time and again that he wasn't trying to pawn me off to another man, nor was he trying to scare me away. He kept telling me those were only fantasies, and I wouldn't lose him. I even became secure enough, that we role played those fantasies in our sex life. 'That's it love. Take that cock all the way!' He would whisper in my ear as we made love. And I would play along, describing to him how it felt to have another man inside of me as I climaxed.
In his defense, my husband is the love of my life, and no one could ever take his place. He always treats me with love, and has been a good husband, father, and leader to our family. I have no doubt whatsoever of his love for me, and know that we will be together for many years to come. We have been through rough times in the years together, but I have never had a desire to leave him.
His upbringing was extremely liberal, and this way of thinking had always been foreign to me. I was raised in a conservative environment, and that had affected the way I lived my life, even after I met him. Apparently though, opposites attract. We had been married for about a year, when I was brave enough to share with him the enjoyment I get from being spanked. Despite my fear of him thinking I was weird because I was aroused from the pain and sensation of these spankings, he was very accepting. Even though he had never given a spanking before then, he gave one to me, and spankings became a regular aspect of the sex we shared.
We found that he really liked making my back side a bright red before we made love and these spankings allowed me to reach climax very easily. It was then that I learned I could have multiple orgasms during sex, and he was quite proud to be the one to give those to me. Once in a great while, I would be the one to give his cute little butt a spanking, and we would switch back and forth for a number of those earlier years. After several years like that, and after a lot of research together, we then decided to start living in a domestic discipline lifestyle, with him as the head of the household, and I became, quite willingly, the submissive in our marriage.
As the dominant, something quite new to him, we did things that I would never have done before. He required me to be sexually submissive to him in the bedroom, and I accepted anal and oral sex regularly. You have to understand that I had been raised to think that the body was dirty, and that the subject of sex was taboo. So new experiences in the bedroom were very scary for me. Also, he isn't a small man between the legs, and I had to really work to be able to take him in those ways. My submission for him wasn't only sexual, and there were a number of times when he had me do things, like requiring me to wear a dress with no underclothing while in public. Then he would question me on the way it felt. Like I said, it was difficult for me to wrap my mind around his thinking sometimes.
I am getting way off subject though. This evening was most definitely a case of my sexual submission to him, but for me, it was just being submissive, and pleasing my husband. There was nothing arousing in it for me, and I was only doing this for his pleasure, and that was pleasing to me.
I finished my shower, and dressed in the clothes we had agreed on for the evening. I put on a lacy red garter, with red fishnet stockings, under my well fitting black skirt. The matching bra I wore slightly showed through the white blouse I buttoned over it. I put on a very modest amount of makeup, and a little perfume, before I went into the front room where the two of them waited.
I have to admit, my husband's co worker was an attractive man, but that didn't make my agreeing to do this any easier. He had a pleasant manner, which I liked, and I also liked that he was well spoken. The stereotypes of most colored men was that they were unintelligent, which was not the case with this man. I remember thinking that he had a build like a gymnast. Broad shoulders, well defined arms, a solid belly, and smaller waist. His muscles were more defined than my husband's were, and he was a few inches taller. I felt a bit uncomfortable as he looked me over, but this was more from knowing that soon I would be getting a spanking from him. My husband smiled as they both stood when I entered the room, and he gave me a kiss, asking if I was ready. I told him that I felt ready, but that we should start before I lost my nerve.
My husband took me by the hand leading me into the bedroom, and as I followed him my heart hammered in my chest. He had placed a chair just to the right of our bed, slightly kitty cornered toward the headboard, and as he led me into the room, I heard the door close behind me. He released my hand, and I felt our friend guide me by the waist to the chair. I sat down and our friend began working the tension out of my shoulders and upper back. My husband sat on the edge of the bed facing me, and he took my hands in his. We looked into each others eyes then, and I could see the adoration and excitement from him as he whispered to me 'I am right here loved. You aren't alone,' and I began to relax.
The firm pressure of the hands on my shoulders eased the tension from me a bit, and I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the massage. He rubbed my back for a few minutes, and when my tension was eased a bit more, I felt my husband pull me up from the chair, and I sat gently onto his lap, and into his embrace. He held me for a few minutes whispering softly into my ear how much he loves me. He kissed me softly on the mouth and neck and then he had me stand.
I wasn't surprised to see that our friend was sitting on the chair, and I allowed my husband to guide me over to stand beside him. Then my husband placed his hand on the center of my back, and eased me over our friend's lap, my head toward the foot of the bed, while our friend helped lower my body into position across his lap.
