*** This is a fictional story about a middle age couple who, after decades of talking about it, try an mfm session. Going in, the wife is reluctant but wants to please her husband. Afterwards, well, you be the judge. ***/
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Chapter One - Beginnings
For over 20 years we had a dom/sub hobby in the bedroom. It started on our wedding night. We were naked in bed after a good blowjob followed by conventional missionary position sex.
Tammie told me, "I'll do anything sexual you want".
"Anything!... Anything covers a lot!" I replied.
"Anything", she whispered.
"Turn over" I told her, and gave her a fairly weak open hand slap to the butt.
"Ouch! ... that hurt!"
"Do it again!"
So that's how our little hobby got started. Normally I'm a nice guy, but often my Evil Les side would take over in bed.
When we were younger, I would sometimes get pretty rough with her. I recall one time when I walked in the door from work, and without warning I grabbed her from behind, opened a switchblade knife in front of her face as I held her, and told her I might not cut her if she did exactly as she was told.
"Don't move bitch!" I ordered. Trembling, she obeyed. Later she told me she thought I had snapped and Evil Les had turned into a real psychopath.
I'll skip the details, but I was rough. Too rough. I had lost control using my property. In particular I got carried away using my heavy leather cowboy belt on her because she gave me some backtalk.
Even after me going way overboard, she still, in the bedroom anyway, was and is fine being treated as property.
Chapter Two - 20 years later
We are in pretty good economic shape. We both have good jobs and most of the standard middle-class accoutrements. I'm a software developer and she's a CPA specializing in tax work. She has her own company with several employees.
We've both gained some weight over the years. :(
We still have what I think is a slightly better than average sex life than some of my peers, but we've kind of fallen into a routine.
We almost never had sex that doesn't have a dom/sub style to it, but I've mellowed out over the years.
My cowboy belt, which is a little tight these days (OK, really tight), hangs in the closet and hasn't moved in a while.
I decided to talk to Tammie about breaking out of our routine. One night after dinner I brought up the subject.
"Tammie honey, do you remember your wedding night promise?"
"Les, will you ever let me forget it?"
"Of course not," I said with a slightly evil smile, "Evil Les wants to come out of retirement."
"Oh really!" Tammie unconsciously (I think) rubbed a butt cheek.
"I think it's time I shared my property with another Dom, as we've talked about in the past."
"Oh my, I had hoped you'd given up on the idea, we haven't talked about it in a long time" she said as her face reddened.
I slapped her on the butt, led her to the bedroom and unlocked our PC. "Come over here honey, we're going to start by auditioning some guys on IRC.
I plugged in my usb microphone. "Put that black lingerie on, the one I like so much while I get us on IRC".
"NO VIDEO Please! I can't have my client seeing me." I pointed out that she'd get more clients if she did but promised not to show her face on the internet.
"Well start with audio only role play."
"Then why the lingerie?"
I slapped her on the butt. "You're asking a lot of questions for a piece of property, aren't you"?
"Yes but..." her voice trailed off.
"Look Tammie, we'll start with audio to see if we can find a real dom that isn't crazy and doesn't want to do sicko things. If we do, I may want to show you off, I have a mask I've been saving for this occasion".
A few minutes later she returned wearing that black outfit that always makes me horny. "While I'm visiting some chat rooms, why don't you get under the desk and suck my dick".
"Yes sir" she said with a sigh.
This went on sporadically for several months as I chatted with a number of horny net geeks, sometimes having Tammie roleplay with the less crazy ones.
While lots of guys claimed to be the dominant type, we found via roleplay that most really were not comfortable in that role. Or they were nuts with all kinds of moderate to extreme sick fantasies.
A lot of guys were obsessed with anal sex, which is not something either of us enjoy. Don't get me started on piercing, water sports, and animals.....not for us!
We were looking for someone who could speak fluent English, had an IQ above 100, and was confident but not dangerous. Age, race, and penis size were not big factors, although it was clear from our chatting that our ideal guest dom would be at least in his late 30s.
Chapter Three - The Plan
I had chatted online with a fellow we'll call Jeff. He seemed to have the same general perverted d/s interests as I do.
He was married, and clearly did not want his wife to find out about any naughtiness he might accomplish on the side. He lived about 150 miles away. He was an engineer in a nuclear power plant, at least so he said. I'm also an engineer, not nuclear, but he certainly seemed to know about how atoms are made into power. He was younger than me, in his late 40s.
Over the course of a couple of weeks I discussed the possibility of sharing my wife with Jeff. We went over our limits (no anal, nothing that would cause injury or serious bruising, no water play, a few other concerns, and other limits), and some of things I want to see. We came up with a general game plan for about a two hour session, if in person chemistry was good.
Both of us being engineers, we were able to agree on a parameter algorithm.
After dinner I brought it up with Tammie.
"Tammie, I've got someone I want us to meet".
"Someone from work?" she asked.
"No, someone from IRC" I said with a wicked grin, "You roleplayed with him a couple of weeks ago. That engineer guy, Jeff".
Her face flushed a little, she took a deep breath. "I think I remember him, I can't always keep track of your horny net geek friends".
"I've tentatively made plans for us to meet him, in Springfield, which is about halfway between us and him. There is an Embassy Suites there."
"You have this planned out, don't you Les". she said, with a frown.
"Pretty much" I replied.
"Do you want to share the plan with me?" she asked.
"Well, you know I like to surprise you, but in general we'll drive there, check into the Embassy Suites in the afternoon. I'll meet Jeff in person in the bar that evening. You'll wait in the lobby. If I feel like there is good chemistry, I'll text you to come to our booth.
"And then?" she asked.
"Ahh, well if I feel like he's not crazy and we have good chemistry, you'll get to meet the guy.
If you decide he's not the right guy or you just change your mind about the whole thing you can tell us you have a headache. Jeff understands what this code word means" I explained.
"And if I don't use this...code word?" she said with raised eyebrows.
"Then we'll probably order a light snack from the bar, and then you are dessert!"
Chapter Four - Initial meeting
I took a seat in a booth in the corner of the bar, away from the few other people there. I texted Jeff to let him know I was there.
I recognized him at once, we had exchanged images. He came over, we shook hands, and he sat down opposite me. He was taller than I expected, I'm five foot eight inches, and he was at least two inches taller. He was, as he had told me, kind of 'soft in the middle' but otherwise looked fit.
We were both a bit nervous, but after some brief small talk I got down to business. We exchanged lab reports. No STDs.
I reviewed Tammie's limits; nothing that would cause serious bruising or injury, no water sports, no anal. Rough sex, especially rough oral and doggy style was encouraged. Verbal abuse was OK, as were a few not too hard slaps to the face. Open hands to the butt were OK, but don't get carried away. A few other possibilities were also discussed to avoid surprises.
I covered our two safe words. "RED" meant stop. "No" did not. Also, we use "Mercy'' to ask that the dom ease up a little bit but continue the scene.
I figured our playtime should be something on the order of an hour, two at the most.
I asked him to tell me his general plan. It was pretty similar to our routine, perhaps a tad more intense.
I explained that I'd watch as long as I could, but would join in or take sloppy seconds at some point.
Well, what do you think Les? Is this going to happen? Jeff asked.
"Let's find out,'' I replied as I picked up my phone and sent a text to Tammie.
Chapter Five - Jeff meets Tammie
As I was facing the entrance, I saw Tammie first. My smile was enough to cause Jeff to turn around.
Tammie hesitated at the door before seeing us. She was dressed as I had instructed. Thin white cotton front button blouse over a black bra, matching skirt down to just above her knees. That's how I make her dress when we visit the adult toy store, which she really doesn't like, but does it because I wanted to go.
Her long hair was up in a bun. She had minimal makeup, or maybe none.
Jeff turned to look at me, eyebrows raised. That's her I said as I waved her over.
Jeff and I stood as Tammie came over to our booth. Tammie this Jeff I said as Jeff extended his hand. Tammie took his hand, after a brief hesitation.
Why don't I get a round of drinks from the bar? I suggested as Jeff and Tammie took seats opposite each other.
Jeff wanted a beer, Tammie, who rarely drinks alcohol, wanted a Grasshopper. I'm sure she did that to piss me off, because she knows I think those green drinks are the most ridiculous thing in the world to be seen with in public. I ordered a rum and Coke.
Tammie and Jeff looked at each other through a short awkward pause.
Tammie, you look even better in real life than in Less pictures Jeff remarked, clearly looking at her chest.
"I'm pretty sure Les doctored those" she said with a slight smile
"Then Les does crappy photoshop work" Jeff said with a grin. I hope he is better in bed with you".
"That's kind of personal. Even a little rude." Tammie remarked evenly.
"I hope to get a lot more personal than that, and more rude". Jeff was grinning ear to ear.
A slightly awkward silence followed, as Jeff's grin faded as he sensed Tammie sizing him up.
How are you feeling Miss Tammie?
"I'm nervous Jeff, I've never done anything like this before."
I arrived back with our drinks. Setting them on the table I asked how are you two getting along so far?
"We are getting on the same wavelength I think," said Jeff.
Tammie looked at me and paused, her raised eyebrows told me are you really wanting this? When you've been married for decades, you can communicate without words effectively.
I nodded ever so slightly.
