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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The lock of hair curled round her finger as she fiddled nervously, her eyes hardly leaving her phone in case hubby rang and updated her. Her breathing was shallow and slightly faster than usual and her face a little flushed, something the barman had noticed when she had returned to the bar and ordered her second large glass of Merlot barely 10 minutes after he had handed her the first.
Her hand moved to her drink and she took another eager mouthful and sighed a little as she swallowed.
'Jesus,' she thought, 'this is insane,' and she meant it. Mad but also intense and she loved the craziness of the situation. It wasn't just her hands that gave away her nerves either, she shifted in her seat with noticeable regularity in response, at least partially, to the excited heat building up between her legs.
All her involuntary movements were drawing attention from around the bar, glances from the young couple on a nearby table, an after work office gathering of a dozen or so young men and girls, the intrigued barman and a number of single businessmen who furtively watched her between pretences of studious work on their laptops. Of course it wasn't just the wriggling and squirming that caught the public eye, she was dressed to more than impress in an elegant black skirt that only just concealed her stockings, and a simple white blouse over the lingerie that her husband had selected for her.
This outfit always turned him and her on, that was why the black corset that held her tight was the one she had chosen for her Fetlife profile picture and it was why the anonymous gent with whom her husband was currently discussing her had insisted her husband dressed her in it. That, and the fact that her fate was being decided, plotted, perhaps even negotiated somewhere nearby without her, that was why every nerve in her body was alight with anticipation.
It was her that had begun the chain of events that had led her here, she had replied to His introduction, intrigued by his articulate choice of words and apparent intellect. In a brief space of time they had shared messages and she had let slip that her husband had opened up the possibility of her playing with other men. From there things had moved at quite a pace and to a large degree had proceeded out of her hands, of course with her consent and hesitant interest. There had been messages between Him and her husband, then a phone call and now they were meeting for a drink so that hubby could check Him out.
Once more she glanced at the phone but this time she saw movement from the corner of her eye and looked up to see her husband closing the bar door behind him. He was alone and his expression blank.
'Shit,' she muttered to herself, admitting subliminally just how much she wanted this to happen.
Hubby smiled as he reached her and saw the worried look on her face.
"Fucking hell," he grinned, "you really do want to fuck this guy don't you."
"Well? What happened? What's he like?"
"I'll grab a drink." He was toying with her, and he turned his back and approached the barman. It seemed an age before he returned.
"I'm dying here," she smirked as her husband placed his pint on the table and sat down across the table from her.
"I know," he grinned and reached into his jacket pocket, placing two white envelopes on the table. He slowly pushed the one with her name on it across to her and she took it with a quizzical look. Inside she found a single sheet of A4 folded neatly into thirds. Very professional. She read the words printed on it, her eyes widening as she did so.
"It's an agreement, a formal statement of intent." Her hubby's description summed the document up well, it was certainly that and the transactional nature of it gave her yet another unexpected thrill. "I have one too."
He turned his around and showed her a similar document. Both his and hers had a space in which to write their names and another at the bottom to sign and date. Hers laid out her consent to a night of sexual submission with Him and a few lines of rules on how to behave in His company. Hubby's was a similar consent form but the wording he read to her gave her goosebumps, describing how her loving husband gave over all rights over her to Him for the duration.
"Read the last paragraph carefully."
"Shut up," she snapped at him. "I'm getting to it."
Below her signature space was a paragraph agreeing that all the items hand written below were her boundaries for the night, to be respected by Him. She recognised her husband's handwriting.
"So you sat with him and agreed all of these?"
"Yes."
"Well you seem to have covered most things."
In his neat script husband had outlined her aversion to shit, anything illegal, and the spelling of blood along with a few other things particular to his wife.
"You missed off anal."
"Erm, not exactly." It was his turn to look a little fidgety as her eyebrows shot up.
For the next few minutes hubby described how he had sat over a beer and chatted with Him as casually as any afternoon pub discussion. They could have been talking through the latest football results, discussing politics or just talking bloke-shite and there had been a bit of that to get to know each other but actually they had spent most of the time discussing kink and how hubby felt about his beautiful redhead wife being utterly used and abused by this charming stranger. There was so much common ground and hubby was quickly at ease with the guy. Somehow he trusted him to treat her right and with the respect she deserved. The only sticking point had been her arse. That she has a wonderful arse was beyond doubt but she was yet to feel more than a finger inside her tight anus. Being the adventurous and open minded lady she was the idea of being fucked hard and rough in her ass was exciting but she was nervous and in truth so was hubby.
Then there was the idea of this guy, Jake, being the first to fuck her there, somewhere hubby was yet to go. It surprised him that he felt no jealousy about it, in fact quite the opposite, he found the idea of her being such an utter whore with Him that she would do that an immense turn on and when He pressed on the subject hubby quickly agreed. He just had to convince her.
"So you want him to be the first to fuck me in the ass?"
Hubby nodded.
"Oh my god, this is mental," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure I can take it."
"He wasn't nasty about it but he was very insistent, that was the only thing. He said he wanted to be the first to fuck you that way so that any time you thought about anal or did it with someone else you would remember him and tonight."
"That's such a mind fuck," she laughed.
"Plus he said he was very good at training a new slut's ass, he promised me he'd make you love it."
"And you liked him, you think I will like him?"
"Yes, I'm sure you will."
The conversation went silent and they looked at each other for a few seconds before she reached out her hand.
"Pen," she demanded, making a point of snatching it from him and signing with a flourish. "So what's next?" |
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