The Stranger Ch 02 11

Every night the following week we fucked and he filled Claire each time. As I lay across our bed, Mike holding my ankles in the air, his hips pushing, I thought about what was going to happen Saturday night and was as intrigued as I was nervous.

Saturday morning, Mike came into the bathroom just as I emerged from the shower. "I'm bringing him over tonight," he said. His smile was genuine and his happiness evident. Seeing this actually brought me some pleasure as well. I wasn't sure about tonight but I could tell the pending encounter had turned Mike joyous. I always liked his smile and seeing it this morning made me feel good. Maybe he was right; this is what we needed.

"I know. What time?"

Taking me in his arms, he said, "Around seven or eight. I'm meeting him at Willy's to make sure the vibe is right."

"Thank you." I had asked him to do this for me - to meet the stranger first.

"When are you taking the kids to your mom's place?"

"She's making her famous macaroni and cheese for dinner, so early. Around five or so."

"Will that give you enough time to get ready?"

I nodded and he kissed me, his tongue gently pushing past my lips. "I can't wait to see you in the lingerie you bought." Slipping his hand beneath the towel, he stroked my mons, then dipped lower. "Don't forget to shave your pussy, Gwenny. It's a little fuzzy."

"I know. I'll take care of her."

He grinned. "As smooth as can be, right?"

"Yes, honey, you've already told me. I'll make sure she's as bald as your uncle Ronny."

Mike chuckled then pooched his lower lip. "I can see you aren't excited about tonight but I am. Can you just do this for me...for us?" He gently fed a finger to Claire, who's wet lips nibbled around it greedily.

How he interpreted my thoughts about this evening wasn't quite accurate. A small part of me - the much yonger version from long ago - could hardly contain the anticipation. But I was also anxious. We were allowing a stranger inside our house; inside me. A mother is protective of her family and a woman protective of her body. "I'm just nervous, Mike. That's all. I'll be ready by tonight."

"Thank you. I love you."

Looking in his eyes, they were bright and clear and I told him I loved him.

"Since it's our anniversary, can I have a Gwendolyn Special?" His adorable dimples were in full effect and I melted.

I didn't say anything; just got down on my knees like a good girl. Taking his cock in my hands, I slowly stroked it to life and he quickly hardened. A moment later, I wrapped my lips around the purple-blue tip and got to work, my head bobbing slightly and not even going halfway down the shaft. It wasn't how I'd been taught to give a blow job, but it was how I'd always performed for Mike and he never complained (no man ever complains about a blow job, good or bad).

I kept my eyes on his as I swirled my tongue around the tip and gently bit. Closing his eyes and hissing, he took hold of my hair and pulled me all the way onto his cock. When he came, I swallowed; that was something I was taught and I didn't mind. I had always loved the taste of a man's essence. He thanked me and I smiled as I stood. Knowing his sperm would be sloshing in my tummy as we went about our day felt naughty.

The rest of the day flew by. Katelyn had to get to a dance recital and Brian had Little League. Mike coached his team and Saturday mornings, which was fun for all of us, even when they lost. Running from baseball to dance, we dropped into a burger place for a quick bite. "What are you guys doing for your anniversary tonight," my daughter asked.

"Getting away from the two of you monsters," Mike said. I kept quiet.

Katelyn grinned and looked at me for a moment before popping a fry in her mouth. "Can we go swimming at grandma's?"

"Yes, that's fine," I said. "But I want you both to take a shower before going to bed. The chlorine will turn your hair green."

"Okay," they said in unison.

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"What are you and Mike doing for your anniversary tonight?"

I handed my mom Brian's backpack and said, "Just spending time together." This made my mother smile. I had shared with her our intimacy issues and "spending time together" meant having sex, which had to be a step in the right direction. Just open your legs.

"Good for you." She hugged me. "Don't be afraid to try something new, honey. You know, to keep things spicy."

If she only knew. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks mom."

"Have fun and there is no need to rush over tomorrow morning. If you're tied up," she winked, "that's fine with me. I'm going to surprise the kids and take them to the pancake house."

"Okay, just call me when you get home and I'll come get them."

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I poured the fifth glass of wine as I sat at the kitchen table. The house was quiet. I was showered and Claire had been shaved smooth. My dark hair was shiny and straight and pulled back into a ponytail. Mike didn't want it covering my face in the video. My heart should have been hammering away but the wine had settled things down. I wanted to be numb and I was mostly there. I wore perfume; something I rarely did anymore.

The lock turned and I heard their voices at the front door. Taking my wine, I moved to the living room and sat on the couch, my legs crossed and my arms across my chest.

Mike came in first, followed by a very handsome man who looked to be in his early 40s. He wore a light grey suit with a crisp white shirt and a navy blue tie. The clothes fit him elegantly and contrasted beautifully with his dark skin. He was tall and broad shouldered and his hair was cut short. His waist was narrow and his stomach was board-flat. My breath may have caught when I glanced at his crotch; a distinctive outline, long and thick, was evident in the tailored slim-cut slacks. It was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as I could see the unmistakable ridgeline created by the oversized head of his circumcised cock.

I thought: Jesus, he's large.

His eyes were almost preternaturally green. When he saw me sitting on the couch his smile was radiant and it made me feel good.

"This is Gwendolyn," Mike said.

I didn't stand up. My husband had provided the list of items I was to purchase at the lingerie store after dropping the kids and I felt completely self-conscious. All I wanted was to hide myself and everything I wore exposed or teased my flesh.

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Standing in the poorly lit fitting room, I wept when looking at myself in the mirror. A pink mesh corset struggled to contain my breasts and it matched the crotchless thong panties. White thigh highs and cheap red heels pulled the enseble together. "You look like a whore," I whispred to my reflection. The reality of what was going to happen this evening was setting in. "But it's for the greater good," I retorted. Recalling my time in Switzerland more than a decade ago, I heard some courage creep into my voice, "You've been displayed in far more revealing ways." Setting my jaw as I put my clothes on, I told myself, "You can do this."

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Back in my livingroom, the stranger said, "Hello Gwendolyn. It's nice to meet you."

I didn't say anything.

"Honey..."

"Shut up. You aren't here." I needed my mind focused on this other man. I was worried that thinking about Mike would make me feel guilty for what was about to happen. My husband's cheeks bloomed red and he wandered over to the corner of the room, out of my line of sight.

The stranger's voice was smooth and baritone and calming. Eyeing my glass, he asked, "May I top off your glass?"

Taking a sip, I shook my head.

"May I get myself a glass?"

"Help yourself. It's in the little refrigerator by the sink." I was being a terrible hostess but didn't care.

He returned with the bottle and topped off my glass anyway. "May I sit with you."

Looking at him for a long moment I finally nodded.

"Thank you." He sat elegantly; unbuttoning his jacket, his back was straight, legs crossed at the knees. His pants pulled tightly around his cock, which lay down his thigh like a thick hose. He raised his glass. "To you, Gwendolyn, and our meeting this evening."

He held it aloft until I clinked my glass to his. "It's nice to meet you, too." It came out strained.

Looking me over from head to toe, he said, "You're an incredibly beautiful woman." He sounded like he meant it. "I consider myself a very lucky man just to have met you."

"Thank you." It was quiet for a moment and I nervously twisted my ponytail. Breaking the silence, I asked, "What's your name?"

Smiling beautifully, he said, "That's not important, is it?"

Thinking for a moment, I finally said, "No, I suppose it isn't." All that's important is that Claire be force-fed your impressive cock and that Mike captures it on video.

Pulling a sleek black phone from his breast pocket, he tapped the screen and said, "Before we get started, I think it's important we protect ourselves."

"I'm on birth control." It came out quickly, before I understood what he meant.

Mike snickered and I shot him a look that shut him up in a heartbeat.

The stranger smiled. "I appreciate knowing that, Gwendolyn. It makes things less...complicated."

"You can call me Gwen, if you prefer."

He smiled. "Gwen it is." Pointing the phone at Mike he said, "What's going to happen tonight?"

"You're going fuck my wife while I watch."

The stranger asked, "And you're okay with this?"

Mike smiled like the devil. "I am."

"You agree that you will not cause me or Gwendolyn any physical harm should she and I mutually agree to partake in this activity?"

"I'm not to going to hurt either of you. I want this to happen." I thought the stranger could probably beat my husband to death with his loafer if he was so inclined.

"Thank you, Mike. I appreciate it." Turning the lens to me he said, "Do you approve, Gwen?"

"Yes."

"Are you free of any sexually transmitted diseases?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever had a sexually transmitted disease?"

"No."

"Please explain what we are going to do."

"You and I are going to have sex."

He then looked into the camera, tapped the screen and said he was a healthy adult and free of any sexually transmitted diseases. He said he was not being paid for his services and was consenting to the evening's activities. "I will not wear a condom." He turned the phone toward me. "Is this okay with you?"

He was so professional. I didn't expect it to be like this. I took a sip of wine. "Yes, I am okay with you not wearing a condom."

"And do you approve of me ejacualting inside your vagina?"

The questions were so clinical but talking about what we were going to do was also turning me on. "Yes." Eyeing his oversized cock was also getting to me.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, it's okay for you to ejaculate inside my vagina."

"Are you consenting to this of your own free will?"

I looked at Mike for a moment, then back at the camera. "Yes."

"Thank you." He tapped the screen a couple times and slipped the phone in his jacket pocket. "It's important we all understand what's happening. This video protects all three of us. I have already sent the file back to the website's server so even if I lost my phone or it was somehow taken from me, the video is secure. It will not be distributed and is encrypted. It will only be used as evidence in any legal matter."

"Okay," I said.

"Gwen, please provide me with your cell phone or email address not connected to your husband's and I will send this video to you. I already have Mike's information and will send this to him as well."

After providing him with my information, the stranger looked around the room. "Your home is beautiful. You have quite an eye for design."

"Thank you." I had taken interior design classes at a community college before attending culinary school and opening my catering business in Switzerland. That seemed like such a long time ago. The stranger eyed a picture of our family and I realized I wasn't sure I wanted him to know anything more about us. I changed the subject. "How did Mike find you?"

From the corner, my husband said, "There are websites..."

"I wasn't talking to you." Mike shut up and the stranger took a drink before responding.

"There are websites for...situations like this."

I knew this. I didn't live under a rock. And unbeknownst to my husband, I had masturbated around the fantasy of a man like this stranger taking me. Playing the innocent Mike believed me to be, I said, "Oh. So lots of men want to whore out their wives."

The stranger looked hurt for a moment and it pained me, which was a surprise. He said, "Gwen, you're not a prostitute and neither am I. We are consenting adults and both here of our own free will. This is a very common experience among couples and I am honored to be here with you this evening. I was hoping you would feel the same way."

I felt a little foolish and accusatory. I had, after all, agreed to this evening. "Are there lots of men doing what you do?"

He smiled. "I think a lot of men fantasize about being on such a site, but it's not easy. There are requirements."

"Such as?" I glanced at his crotch and he smirked.

"You're wondering if we all have to be well-endowed." I nodded. "Yes," he said. "That's part of it and it's to the satisfaction of the men as much as it is for the women who utilize the site's services. Men aren't interested in seeing their wife or girlfriend have sex with someone who has a similar sized penis to their own.

"Oh?"

"And the same goes for the women. They want something different. And size really does matter."

I had experience and I only found his last statement half-true. There had been more than a few men in my past who were Mike's size or smaller and if they knew what they were doing, I could get off. But, generally, he was correct, Claire and I preferred she be tightly sealed when it came down to it.

Continuing, he said, "And I will answer your next question before you ask. The minimum requirement when fully erect is eight inches in length and six inches around. Most of us are larger."

This was obvious, but I asked anyway, "Including you?"

He smiled confidently. "Including me."

"Impressive," I said. "God blessed you."

"Yes, I suppose He did." He picked a non-existent piece of lint from his slacks. "We also have to be disease free and we must get tested weekly. A four year college degree is also required, as is a minimum of one year of self-defense training."

"Because of jealous husbands?"

He nodded. "And boyfriends. The video I just took also protects me against you or Mike claiming this didn't happen without consent." That made perfect sense and Mike suddenly earned a lot of my respect about this evening: He made sure this was a safe environment for all three of us.

"Do you do this often?"

"Yes. There is enough demand that I could do this nightly. I typically just do this on weekends and some holidays. It's obviously physically demanding and I want to give my clients the best experience possible. I can't do that if I'm exhausted."

"Nightly? Really?" He nodded and took a sip of wine.

I asked, "Do you ever come across women you are not attracted to?"

He shook his head. "Pictures are shared ahead of any meeting."

Mike had taken nude pictures of me many times over the years and even snapped a few of us having sex, or of me masturbating with a vibrator. I wondered if any of these were shared with the stranger, which was a bit of a turn-on.

"Do you get a lot of repeat customers?"

"Yes, I have a regular schedule and then I bring in new clients when I have an opening or a couple ends the relationship."

He's like a trained animal; groomed to fuck on command, I thought. Regular visits from this man, if Mike and I enjoyed his company, was intriguing. I asked, "Why do some men like watching their wife or girlfriend have sex with another man?"

"The reasons vary," he said. "For some, a medical condition or injury prevents him from having sex. He allows the interaction so his wife may experience pleasure, which also makes him happy. This is often the case for veterans who have experienced a combat injury or men who have endured a debilitating illness."

"Huh."

"For others, it is simply part of their relationship. It's what works for them. And then there are couples like you and Mike."

I didn't respond. Taking a drink, I finally asked, "Why do you do this? If there is no money involved, and there could be some risk."

"First, I don't need the money. I have a great career that pays well."

"What do you do?" Looking at the bulge in his pants, I asked, "Are you in adult videos?"

He shook his head. "I'm an attorney."

This actually surprised me and he grinned at the look on my face.

"Second, I love sex," he said. "It's not any more or less complicated than that. Better put, I love sex with different women. Being with different women is exciting and interesting."

"You can't be monogamous?"

He shook his head. "I don't think I can. I have tried being monogamous on many occasions but failed every time. I got tired of hurting the women I tried to be exclusive with."

What he said was both endearing and tragic and my heart fluttered at his honesty. I realized the stranger was a human being and as flawed as me and my husband. I finished my glass and poured another, topping his off without asking. Taking his hand, I said, "Thank you for sharing."

He looked deeply into my eyes, his own somewhat sad. "I have found that being honest and fully explaining the situation is far more beneficial to all parties involved than simply coming into the room as merely an object for the couple to interact with, although that's usually what happens. Most women are not so inquisitive...or understanding."

I felt honored. "Talking about it has made me feel better," I said.

"Good, hearing you say that makes me happy."

I paused, gathering my thoughts. Then giggled and asked, "Have you ever been involved in a gang bang?"

"Many, although I don't like what those words seem to imply. For me, 'gang bang' has a negative connotation and that's not how they work. I call it a consensual multi-partner encounter."

Of course that's what an attorney would call it. In college and during my time in Switzerland, I had been the centerpiece in many of them and they tended to be frenzied. Claire was often overflowing by the time the men had all taken a turn. Although we both loved it, in every instance she had definitely been worked over. "Do you enjoy it?"

He smiled. "I do."

Me, too. "It doesn't bother you; penetrating a woman already filled with someone else's come?"

"I only engage in those situations with other men from the site and with the husbands of my clients, if that is their desire." Tilting his head, he asked, "Is this something that interests you?" He raised an eyebrow. "It could be arranged."

Shaking my head, I said, "I was just curious."

"That type of activity is also quite common: husbands desirous of their wives being engaged with several men at once. There are many women who also enjoy the experience of being shared simultaneously or, quite often, desire double or triple penetration."

I faked sounding surprised. "Huh."

We sat in silence for a full minute, the stranger considering me for all of it. Finally, he said, "Gwen, that's a beautiful corset. Would you mind lowering your arms so I can look at you?"

I took a long drink. The stranger was beautiful, my husband and I had agreed to this evening; there was no reason to shy away. I didn't feel like a whore any longer. I wanted to show him so I lowered my arms. The stranger gazed at my breasts, of which the top halves were exposed. My nipples went stiff, their crowns turning from light pink to rose.

The stranger sat for a long time, silently gauging. He sipped his wine and said, "Your breasts are beautiful."