Whose Idea Was It?

This is part 3 in an ongoing series. Part 1 is here, and Part 2 is here.

Saturday was a bit rough for me. The anticipation, the excitement, but also the anxiety and fear of what was going to happen. This had been a fantasy of mine, but I never thought we would really do it. That fact that my wife was willing to do this for me, to be this slutty for me, was so hot. But at the same time, it also worried me a bit that she went along with it so easily. To be honest, the thought of another man touching her in any way, made me feel very jealous, but like Newton said, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The thought sent the blooding flow south, and excited me as much as it angered me.

My arousal at the idea was winning out over the other emotions, and so I pushed through it. Aria and I barely spoke as we got dressed. I was wearing khakis, a button-down shirt, and a patterned sport coat. Once I got my clothes together, I went down to the living room and began to enjoy a mixed drink with the hope of calming down the nerves.

As to be expected, it was taking Aria a little longer to get dressed. When she finally made it to the living room, I was a bit surprised. She was wearing the same blue dress as last weekend. Was there a connection? That WAS the night she became more than willing to follow through on the fantasy.

She walked over and kissed me on the lips, not a peck, and not involving any tongue, but a short, wet kiss. I could see goosebumps on her arms, but she seemed calm, a bit excited, but calm. Why was she suddenly ok with having sex with someone else?

I didn't have much time to contemplate before her phone beeped as the Uber arrived.

We rode for quite a while in complete silence. I didn't even know where we were headed. Eventually the car stopped in front of the Iconoclast Hotel. It's the lone hotel on the block, surrounded by high rise office buildings. On the ground floor, nearly every building had a bar or nightclub of some kind. This was the party district, and the luxury hotel, due to its location, had gathered a reputation as a place for the affluent revelers to crash after a night out. This was the same block where Aria and her girlfriends usually went out.

As we walked into the hotel, Aria asked me to wait in the lobby. I was starting to wonder if this was just a ruse, and we were just going to get a room and play pretend.

"I need to go to the bar here and see if Alex has arrived yet," she said as she walked away.

Alex?!?! Was this the imaginary guy from the other night? Was he real?

After about five minutes of waiting and contemplating these questions, my phone vibrated with a text from Aria telling me to come to the bar.

This particular bar wasn't a big party spot like the rest of the neighborhood, it was more of a typical luxury hotel bar. It was a place to grab drinks before leaving the hotel, or when you arrived back there.

As I walked in, it took my eyes a second to adjust to the lower lights. Over to my right, I saw Aria sitting next to a man at a table. She motioned for me to sit across from them.

I had to take a deep breath before I could move. This was now real. There was real guy, and they were sitting very close. I was already feeling pangs of jealousy and arousal.

I sat down, and my wife grabbed my left hand, holding it over the table, as she sat nuzzled up to this man.

I looked him over. He must have been about 6'1" or 6'2", wearing a dark navy suit with white shirt and no tie. It was a very tight suit, clearly tailored to show off the body of a man that spent a lot of time in the gym.

"Honey, this is Alex," she said with a smile. "I met him the other night when I was out with the girls."

And there it was, the fantasy was a real guy.

"Nice to meet you," he said as he turned to me. "Aria tells me this is your idea."

I nodded. But was it? She posed the leading question in the heat of passion, a question she probably knew exactly what my answer would be to. Did she meet this guy and want to fuck him so bad she created the scenario? My head was swimming, my chest was tight. I could have passed out. At the same time, I was rock hard.

"Honey," she said as she looked at me lovingly. "This is our chance to decide whether or not we want to go through with this. Is this what you want?"

"Yes," I blurted out in response. But did I? My brain was doubting it, but my words were coming from a different part of my body.

They both smiled and looked at each other.

"Ok," Aria said. "I know I'm ready."

The two of them leaned in toward each other, and she gave him nearly the exact same quick, wet kiss I had gotten earlier.

This was getting very real very fast. Was she testing me? Was I supposed to stop this? I mean, let's be real, this whole fantasy was one I introduced to the bedroom, and the videos. Did that bring us here? Was she just doing this for me? Did she want this too? Or did my roleplay somehow condition her to want this? I realized it didn't matter; we were here. I wasn't going to stop it, and it was about to get much more real.

Aria smiled at me, still holding my hand, and looked down, clearly trying to get me to follow suit. I looked down through the glass table and watched in sheer excitement and horror as she used her other hand to guide one of Alex's large hands to her inner thigh.

She turned her gaze back to him and nodded. I looked back down and was transfixed as his hand moved up her thigh, his arm dragging the hem of her skirt with it. With one finger, he gently rubbed her pussy through the outside of her panties.

I looked around. Could anyone else see this? Did it matter? I mean, everyone saw us holding hands, both wearing wedding rings, as they kissed. No one else had the angle to see through our table, but it was probably still clear what was happening.

My chest was getting tighter, but at the same time, I had to stop myself from rubbing my dick through my pants.

"You're clearly enjoying this," Alex said to Aria.

She nodded.

He took it up a notch.

"Your panties are soaking wet," he added.

She nodded again, with a little shiver clearly evident from the sensation he was giving her. Was it nerves, excitement, both? She smiled and then gently pushed his hand away from her crotch.

She looked back at me as she began to talk.

"So, I met Alex last week when I went out with the girls," she began.

This aspect was already fairly clear to me.

"He asked me to dance," she continued. "Normally, I mean, I'm a married woman, and I AM devoted to you. But I know your fantasy, and I thought, hey, maybe we can dance and I'll get something to add to it."

This is why she was so excited when she got home.

"He looked so good, so well built, not normally my type," she continued. "When we danced, my hands could feel his arms, his back..."

Was that because I'm her type, but not him? What does that mean? Were we that different? Clearly, he worked out a lot more than I did, he was taller, bigger framed. I think deep down, I would like to have thought he and I had more in common physically than we didn't. Aria, however, was putting us in different classes. Humiliation was generally always part of the fantasy, maybe she was starting that aspect for the night. Or maybe he just turned her on that much.

"But then," she continued. "He pulled me close for a slow song, and I could feel, uh, I mean, I wasn't necessarily trying to, but, I could feel IT."

She looked down, I followed her lead. Then while still holding my hand, she moved her other to his thigh. Her fingers rubbed his leg for a moment, feeling his muscles.

I'm not sure if I was breathing during this moment, it was almost like an out of body experience. I had no idea what was happening around us. All of my fears about tonight, my anxiety, was at full volume. But I also so desperately wanted to see her hand move.

Then it happened, she moved her hand to the bulge in his crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze. I've seen her hand on my crotch before, so subconsciously, I think I immediately realized how different it looked on his. Her hand looked much smaller. He was clearly well endowed.

She let out a giggle as she continued, "It felt so hard, and so big."

I gulped.

"I know part of your fantasy was to see me with a bigger guy, I mean, a guy with a bigger dick," she continued.

I was frozen.

"I could tell he was bigger," she added. "And to be honest, I don't know if it's all the time playing out the fantasy, or just something primal inside me, but it tuned me on so much."

That was it, I put us in this spot. Whether it was due to me putting the fantasy in her head, or me awakening something in her by getting her to play it out, this whole situation was clearly a path I had put us on. I created a situation where my wife went out and wanted to fuck a stranger. Some regret set in, but it still couldn't overwhelm the excitement I also felt.

"Before I left," she added. "He gave me his card."

She turned to him, and he started to finish the story.

"I told her that I knew she was married," he said. "I also told her how gorgeous I thought she was, and that if there was ever a way, a hall pass, anything, I would do anything she asked to spend the night with her."

She nodded, then sent needles through my heart with what she said next, "I went home, he put a blindfold on me, and I pretended it was you fucking me, Alex, with your big dick."

Wow, this what getting very explicit, and quickly moving from any concept of swinging, or stag and vixen. She knew what my fantasy was, and she was going to cuck me. This man had tried to get my wife to cheat on me with him, and here we were about to let it happen. And I was excited about it.

"I'm so horny right now I could explode," she blurted out.

"Well then," what are we waiting for?" he asked.

She didn't answer, just stood up from the table, clearly wanting us to as well, and headed toward the elevator with us close behind. I dropped a fifty on the table and then I turned to look behind me. A very attractive bartender had her eyes locked on us. When she saw me look back, she smiled and winked, like she knew exactly what we were in for, like she knew somehow about Alex, and the time he was going to show my wife.

"Don't we need to check in?" I asked shyly, my voice trembling.

"No honey, I already took care of it over lunch," she answered. "And don't worry, everything we need in the room is already there."

Clearly, she put some thought into this.

Once the elevator doors closed and we were alone, Aria and Alex began to kiss again. There was nothing short about it this time, they were making out hard and heavy, groping each other with their hands. A very large bulge was pressing the crotch of his pants to the limit. I felt much less adequate as my rock-hard cock wasn't able to pitch nearly as much of a tent in my own pants. She was right, he was hung.

When the elevator dinged for the 4th floor, the doors began to open and they broke the kiss, The three of us headed down the hallway with Aria in the lead. She stopped in front of a small suite and turned around. Alex reached his arm around her waist. She looked back at me.

Aria looked back at me.

"Last chance, what do you want to happen, or not happen?" she asked me.

"I want this," was all I could muster.

She smiled wickedly and then scolded me, "You'll have to do better than that."

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

"I want to watch you two have sex," I responded with every last bit of strength I had to stay composed.

"You can do better than that, " she barked back.

"I want to see him fuck you with his big dick," I answered as I looked down to the floor.

"I guess that'll do for now," she responded coyly, and we headed into the room.

To be continued.