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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Its curious how chance meetings can have such profound consequences, some good and sometimes bad. This is all about good positive thrills. She looked like your average typical middle aged wife, run off her feet as it transpired. We both simultaneously collapsed into the same empty seats in the window booth. I had been trawling the shops for Christmas gifts and it turns out she had been doing the family Christmas shop. "I'm sorry I'll move," we echoed each others words. A burst of laughter broke the ice. No we can share, she said. Coffee? oh god yes, she replied. Sometimes strangers just hit it off, suddenly we are talking as though we had known each other for years. We moved on from coffee to a glass of wine, then another. Conversation became more personal, she wasn't looking forward to the festive season. Things weren't very good between her and her husband just now. I shouldn't pry but what the hell what is the problem? She looked me hard in the eye. Something was decided in her head that second and so what seemed like a dam was broken and words poured out. He wanted her to flirt with other men, dress like a slut. A heavy sob broke the flow of words before she straightened up and said, "he wants me to let other men fuck me".
I took a deep breath knowing everything hung on my next words. Should I say he was a kink or pervert, or ask if she was the virgin Mary. Ah loads of guys get off on that, its just like swinging, don't be over hard on what drives so many guys. Honestly, I continued, he isn't unusual its like a primeval urge. Now that I realised she was not going to jump up and leave I continued. Don't under any circumstance do something you really don't want to, you will hate him in the end. You have got to talk to him, find out what he is seriously keen on you doing and what is just fantasy talk. Let him know what you are not willing to do, or try, and if there is anything you might try in the right circumstance.
Oh don't get me wrong, she said, I would love to act the tart but I'm frightened that he will immediately cast it up in the next fall out. When we first married, many years back now, he caught me kissing a guy out in the garden at a party. I had been drinking, she laughed and looked at her empty glass, yes just like now, and was feeling pretty randy after the attention I was getting. I was young then and didn't have the baggage I've got now. I jumped in, no, no you are an attractive, shapely woman I said, honestly. She smiled and returned to her story. When he came out into the garden and found me with the guy he went white with anger. That night as we undressed for bed he called me a whore and a slut, how could I betray him. She went silent, lost in thought. Another wine I asked? When I returned to the table she said how some years later he would, when they were being intimate, ask her about the incident in the garden. He, the husband, wanted to know every detail of her transgression. You know, she laughed, if I want to get him to cum quickly I make up things? What like, I asked? I've never told anyone this, it must be the wine, I just need to say something like - I could feel his giant cock pressing into my belly as we kissed, and hubby explodes.
I've got to go, she suddenly rises, my name is Karen and I'll be back here next Saturday same time. I'm Ian, yes I'll be here and I will have a suggestion for you.
The week flew bye and I formulated an idea. Karen walked into the café looking very nice in a business suit. We went through the pleasantries, how's this and that before our mutual excitement demanded she ask, "so what's this suggestion you've got"? Karen its a way of finding out whether your husband is serious about playing out his fantasies without leaving yourself open to recrimination if he finds he couldn't cope with the consequences. Ian, I'm all ears, she laughed. First, you must have an honest talk with him. Tell him you will do as he wishes and go out with another guy and who knows where that may lead. He must understand that there is no going back. Do you both have good phones, clear screens, good. Tell him you are meeting a friend from out of town at the end of the month. You will need him to take you out shopping, new lingerie is an essential but HE must pick the pants. We are going to be providing him with a test, or perhaps, dependant on his real desires, a torture. You and I will meet and have a lot of fun, don't worry this will all be very innocent, but he won't know.
The evening arrived and the set up ready. Karen said her husband was in an almost permanent state of arousal since she explained her plan for her night out. He was to bring her into the centre of Glasgow and wait on her. She would be meeting a guy for a drink, flirt, flash and maybe slightly intimate, then back to him at a prearranged meeting point. Her husband must dress her making sure he knew the pants she had on.
I was waiting in the window seat of a 5 star hotel in Argyle St near the Heilanders Umbrella. Karen's husband was to stand across the road from the window while she and I had our drink. He would still be absolutely oblivious to the real plan for the night.
Karen arrived at the table wearing a long coat that hid classic slut wear. The lot, short dress, hold ups, heals. She waved to her husband as she sat down. He'll be frozen standing out there, she mused. No, I replied, not for long. Karen noticed the envelope and pen on the table. Write his name on the envelope then while I'm at the bar discreetly remove your pants and place them in the envelope. Karen looked at me rather quizzically. The game has started I said, we have 18 minutes before we give him his first shock of the night. Karen asked how? In 17 minutes now three buses arrive at the stop outside, he will lose sight of us for a few minutes. We are going to leave the envelope at reception and leave for our next bit of fun.
Twenty minutes later we are across in Wellington St watching the entrance of the hotel. Karen had txt her husband to say there was an envelope at reception for him to collect. We walked round into Cadogan Lane, used to be a real hot spot of prostitution. Take a photo of the street sign and txt him to say that you have gone to see how much a punter would pay you for a bj. Karen looked concerned when a car door opened at her side. Its ok, I said, he's a mate that's in on this. Karen stand against the wall and open your coat. Dave stand next to her as though you are negotiating while I take another photo. We need to be quick with this photo, Dave into the car and get the window down. Karen get the coat off and bend into the car as though you are blowing him. Photo taken. Karen send the photos and we'll get going. Dave drove us up Wellington St two blocks from where we watched Karen's husband hurry round the corner, envelope in hand. Now, I said, he knows two things. One, his wife is out with a stranger knickerless and two, he thinks she is also out of control. Let the game continue, Karen said. Dave we need a run up the Braes, we are going dogging. Karen txt hubby and tell him to get a pint in the Admiral while you are off dogging.
Getting a photo of a group of guys standing around Karen wanking was easy, stopping them covering her clothes in cum was more problematic. 5 photos sent. Now txt him saying you are going to a party, location details to follow. Dave, Jury's Inn Jamaica St please. Listen, Karen said, I'm not letting anyone fuck me, this is as dirty as I do. Don't worry but you must realise your husband has reach a watershed, he really thinks you are doing these things. Karen was very quiet in the back of the car as we drove back into town. I think I've done enough for tonight, she said. Ok, txt him and say you will meet him in Albar One in a few minutes, do you mind if we going in first as I want to see how he reacts to you when he gets there? We watched as they sat deep in conversation. Karen would continue the deception as long as required, which, according to her is still going.
Karen said the rest of the weekend was a blur of questions and hard sex. A couple of weeks later she called, its time for the party now. Karen said she was planning on trying a young guy for real, but not until she had milked the deception for all that she could.
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