My 'neighbour' discovered I was having an affair and demanded sex in return for not telling Mark. He would make me call Mark at work and talk to him while he fucked me.
An armed 'intruder' broke into our home and tied up Mark to a chair. He told me he would kill Mark if I didn't co-operate so I was forced to submit to him in front of Mark.
We had been playing our fantasies at home, but more recently at his insistence, had ventured outside to play. As we had done last night, occasionally we played 'bar pickup' at a real bar and I went back to a real hotel room with Mark pretending to be a strange guy.
I have to admit our fantasy role plays were a lot of fun and did invigorate our sex life. Trouble was Mark liked them so much he kept suggesting that it might be even more fun to do it for real.
Mark maintained that as I had only been with one guy, being him, experiencing someone different would be good for me. He said it could also spice up our marriage. I was happy with my husband and wasn't really interested. I also thought Mark couldn't really handle the reality of it. There was a good chance it would ruin our marriage. I just didn't get why the thought of me with another real man for real would excite Mark so much. It was a bit weird.
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As time went on, Mark was pestering me more frequently about doing it for real, even suggesting guys he could invite over for dinner and desert, with me as the desert. This just made me increasingly annoyed that he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.
His obsession was affecting our marriage. The man I had fallen in love with and married was changing in front of me, and I wasn't liking what I saw in him. I tried to get him to come with me to a marriage counsellor but he kept refusing.
One night, when Mark had been pressing me over and over about fulfilling his fantasy, I got really angry and 'blew up' yelling at him for once. I left the house and went for a long walk in the neighbourhood to cool down. I realised this obsession of Mark's would end up destroying our marriage if nothing changed. I still loved him, but that love was slowly being chipped away. I was running out of ideas.
I had a long walk and thought about what I should do. I decided it had to be confronted one way or another. When I returned I sat down with Mark and we had a talk.
"Mark, I want you to think about this carefully. You are all excited about the prospect of me with another man, but would you really really want me to go through with it? The reality will probably be a lot different to the fantasies we play. It could have big implications for the two of us. I am worried if I did what you want, you would end up hating me. I want you to consider the potential consequences."
"I promise I won't have any regrets. It's what I want more than anything."
"You know I am opposed to what you want. I still can't really understand how it could make you happy knowing I was with another man. I also know how important this seems to be for you, so I have decided, very reluctantly I might say, to give you your wish."
Mark beamed and gave me a big kiss and hug.
"Not so fast Mark. I am only agreeing to do this to cure your obsession which is getting out of hand. I think when it actually happens you will regret you ever wanted it."
"No I won't, it will be great for both of us. I can't wait"
"You will have to be patient. I have to get used to the idea and that will take a while. This whole thing won't be easy for me and I will be in uncharted emotional territory. So I have some rules to protect me. You have to agree to them all, or no deal Mark."
"What rules?"
"First, I will pick the guy. Second, I may not tell you before it happens only afterwards. After it happens I may give you all the details or I may only just tell you it happened, in which case you cannot press me for details. I will do it when I feel ready. That may be soon or not for many months but you may not push me. I may only do it only once or I may do it a number of times depending how I feel after the first time, but only up to the end of this year. After that, never again. Finally you must promise to keep loving me afterwards and take me back."
"I don't like those conditions. Part of the excitement for me would be to watch you and share the experience."
"It's highly unlikely you will get to watch Mark, but I may reconsider at the time and take a video for you to watch later."
"Aww not fair."
"Well you know I would prefer not to do this at all. These rules are non-negotiable, take it or leave it."
"Okay, I'll agree."
"Not so fast, there is one other thing. You may get excited at the thought of seeing me with another man, but I don't feel the same way about you. I couldn't stand it if you were with another woman. Just so we are crystal clear, this doesn't come with a free 'leave-pass' for you. Agreed?"
"Okay."
After a moment I said, "Don't fully commit now. Please think about it very carefully overnight and tell me your decision tomorrow. I don't want you to have any regrets later, and if you do I won't want to hear about them. One other thing, once you agree I am committed, and I will do it even if you change your mind later and beg me not to."
In the morning he said he had thought about it and the answer was still 'yes'. So we were both committed.
I had considered whether I should just fake it and then lie and tell him it happened, but I realised tough love was required. He needed hard evidence to know it was real and hopefully feel enough pain to break his obsession. I didn't want to think of the consequences if he really liked it and wanted more.
Mark kept to his agreement and didn't press me. A month or two went by, and I didn't do anything. I really didn't have a clue how to go about it in reality. I didn't want it to be with anyone either of us knew, which could cause problems and embarrassment later. I was also afraid of hooking up with a strange man at a bar or online in case they were an 'axe murderer' or something. I was in a dilemma of how to fulfil my side of the agreement. One other thing I realised though, was the prospect of experiencing another man for the first time was unexpectedly making me a bit excited too.
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A long weekend was coming up so Mark and I decided to take a few extra days leave from work and hike up into the mountains to a remote place we heard about called Angel Lake. We got up before dawn and drove two hours to the trailhead, then headed up the mountain carrying all our gear on our backs in packs. It took most of the day to get to Angel Lake and we didn't see one other person on the trail. We found an idyllic old campsite near the lake. It had good cleared area, a stone fireplace with a two logs placed in a 'V shape' facing it to sit on. There was a clear stream coming down from the mountain nearby for drinking water. We pitched our tent, set a fire, had dinner then fell tired into our sleeping bags falling immediately asleep.
The weather next day was superb. Blue sunny skies with a crisp feel to the air. We had slept in after our big hike the day before and just lazed around most of the day. Later, we were cooking the last of our fresh meat on the fire for an early dinner before sunset. It smelled yummy and I was hungry.
I heard a noise and looked up. There was a very large scruffy dog of indeterminate breed staring at me from the edge of the undergrowth. I nudged Mark and pointed.
I noticed there were a number of other large dogs behind him. They must have been attracted by the scent of our food. They fanned out around us with teeth bared, growling, edging towards us. Mark and I picked up some small inadequate sticks next to us for defence. It didn't deter them, just made them more aggressive. The pack leader lunged and Mark hit him but it grabbed his arm. The others rushed towards us then there was a huge boom and simultaneously the pack leader just exploded, followed immediately by another dog. The rest scattered immediately.
A man walked into our campsite clearing holding a rifle.
"You folks Ok? That was a nasty pack of dogs."
"Thank god you turned up, my husband is hurt."
The man took off his pack and pulled out a first aid kit. Mark was a bit shocked and not saying anything. He rolled up Mark's sleeve and inspected the wounds. "Looks nasty." He disinfected the wound, injected something, then got out a needle and stitched up the deep cut and dressed them all.
"Are you a doctor?"
"No, just trained in advanced first aid."
Mark found his voice, "thanks so much, it was looking pretty grim for a while."
"No problem, just so lucky I turned up when I did."
"Where did they come from," I asked him?
"I heard about them. They all escaped from a dog pound a year or so back in a town on the other side of the mountains. They were running wild and killing livestock so the farmers hunted them and the pack moved over here into the National Park. That's why I bought a gun with me this time."
"Do you think they will come back?"
"Probably not, but they looked pretty hungry and desperate. Don't know for sure."
I had been sitting on the ground next to Mark. The man stood and reached out his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me up and I stood facing him, or rather his chest. I wasn't short at 170 cm but he was a whole scale larger around 193 cm. The top of my head was level with his shoulder.
