This is part 2 in an ongoing series. If you haven't read part 1, it won't make much sense. Part 1 is here:
Whose Idea was It?
The next morning, I awoke slowly, my mind not immediately going to "the agreement." As I stepped out of bed, noticing Aria wasn't in the room, the memories of the last two nights came flooding back. When I headed into the kitchen she was there, cooking breakfast as if nothing was different.
We hardly spoke a word when we ate, both of us seeming a little nervous about what was happening. At least that's how I felt, and maybe I was projecting. By the end of the day I was approaching panic attack levels of anxiety. Was I scared? Nervous? Excited? I think probably all three. But the biggest issue was that I just didn't know what was happening.
Why didn't we bring up the most obvious elephant in the room? Were we hoping it would be forgotten. Were we wanting it so much that we were afraid to talk about it and talk ourselves out of it?
Did I want this? Did she? I think the reality is that we both did and didn't. The thought of my sweet little wife getting fucked by another man in front of me both terrified me and turned me on. Every time I thought about it my mind would wander. What did she mean by "she would take care of it?" Going another step down the path, the fantasy, and the videos, usually involved someone with a bigger dick than me. Just the thought of it gave me an instant erection, and a palpable sense of fear. Yes, I wanted to see it. But I didn't know if I actually wanted it to happen, or what it would mean. As far as I know, I'm the biggest she has had. In fact, in college, we had to go slow until she got used to the size. I sooo wanted to relive the pleasure she took from getting fucked by a dick bigger than she was used to. To do that now, would require someone bigger than me. Shit, it was so wrong, the whole idea, but I wanted it so much.
Possibly more importantly, who was going to be the guy? She told me that the characters she created for me to act out were based on random things, an actor from a movie, someone she saw on the street, or just someone she imagined, tagged with whatever name struck her fancy at the time. Where would she find a real, complete person? How would she set it up? Was she working on it already? Did she already have someone in mind? Thinking about it made me almost dizzy. But I trusted her, and we were in this together. She is a talented, capable, and extremely attractive woman. She could get this done. At least that's what I told myself. But the unknown aspects were eating at me.
Throughout the day, outside of the palpable tension and nervousness, at least from me, everything was mostly normal. As we headed to bed that night, Aria decided to take a shower. I was drifting to sleep when I heard the bathroom door open. As I opened my eyes, I saw her heading out of the doorway, completely naked. Sheer instinct took over and I reach my arm out, catching her by the waist as she walked by.
She gave my hand a playful smack and said, "No, no naughty boy. We have an agreement."
BOOM!
It hit me like a ton of bricks, and unless I was hallucinating, she shivered as the words left her mouth. It was out there. I felt the tightness of anxiety in my chest, and then I felt the rush of blood to my dick. Was there a connection between the two? I can't explain it, but I was feeling a mix of fear and excitement, and it's like the two teamed up and sent my desires into overdrive.
Aria noticed the tent forming in the sheet from my erection and by instinct grabbed it. Her hand felt so good and I wanted release so much. As I glanced over to her, she had a wicked smile on her face, and I could clearly see goosebumps forming on her skin. Our eyes met, and it was clear that we were on the same page.
