Our Hotwives

This is my first submission to the Library. For some time I have been composing a factual recounting of the journey my wife and I took as we passed though both the swinging and hotwifing worlds.
When I finished my opus I began to create separate fantastical vignettes built around its factual core. My wife, after perusing this, approved it with one proviso: she would never have allowed this level of intimacy in a public place.
I’ve spent a lot of time composing and revising this story. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, especially from those with a compositional background.

Jade’s Bar Adventure
My wife has always been beautiful. In 1973, when she was only twenty-two, she was even more so. Her waist-length black hair and high cheek-bones hinted at her Native American heritage and were complimented by a five foot three frame that carried a little over a hundred pounds. While sylphlike enough to wear clothes carrying an extra-small label, she was still enticingly curved, being blessed with high, firm breasts that abundantly filled her C-cup bras. But I thought her best feature, by far, was her perfect ass.

We became a couple during my first year of college. I was captivated by her beauty as well as her sweet and accommodating nature. She was similarly smitten and we remained fateful to each other for the remainder of my education. Our marriage upon graduation ended our mutually self-imposed virginity and exposed our naïveté, and though Jade protested she was satisfied with our vigorous couplings, I knew it was not so. It bugged me knowing that after a year of lovemaking she had yet to orgasm during sex. I wanted her to feel the same exultation I did from a coital climax. And the only way for that to happen, I became convinced, was for her to feel the touch of another man.

Unfortunately (for me) she was too inhibited, having been semi-cloistered growing up, and would have none of it. It took all my powers of persuasion over several months before I finally convinced her. The person who got the honors was a bosom buddy who, in the course of a passion filled evening, rocked her world. Inexplicably she chose not to repeat their liaison. I, on the other hand, couldn’t leave well enough alone. as hearing about it had been such a powerful aphrodisiac.

I still couldn’t understand why, even after some pretty intense discussions; O.K., arguments. Finally, probably from exhaustion, she broke down and told me. It was the guilt she felt from having her sexual needs so easily satisfied by my friend, and the unexpected and intense desire she felt for him afterwards scared her. She said she understood my excitement from hearing about it but explained the emotional toll was just too great. I appeared to reluctantly accept her rationale, while secretly being relieved at her decision. He had aroused her in ways I had never dreamed possible. But I still wanted her to grow sexually and my need to participate in that flowering remained unabated. So while I stopped encouraging her to repeat the episode with my friend, I had no such compunction about trying to convince her to become more sensual.

I saw an opportunity to nudge her in that direction when we moved to Florida. Soon after we settled in my job took me away from home for eight weeks. Before I left I asked her to flirt with men when she was out and about. Confused by my request, she refused. I explained it would force her to be more gregarious; then sweetened the pot, so to speak, by also offering her a romantic getaway. With a laugh and a shrug she acquiesced, saying she was tempted by the bribe but would do it if that’s what I really wanted.

When I returned I found a much-changed spouse. To say it worked would be an understatement. After she described the way she had acted it became clear Jade had taken to flirting like a duck takes to water. Embracing it had changed her. In those few weeks she had gone from an ingénue to a self-assured and confident woman.

I didn’t see the full extent of this personality shift until we were on vacation in the historic section of Savanna, Georgia. We were feeling adventurous and decided to explore the riverfront at night. I used the opportunity to bring up her flirtatious excursions during my absence and expressed my desire to see her in action. Remembering how aroused it had made her, she readily agreed. I convinced her to wear her shortest mini-skirt, one that hugged her ass and highlighted her tanned legs. Getting her to go braless, I thought, was going to be another matter because I had selected a clingy red silk blouse. Using a little poetic license I described the garment as being modest yet daring, highlighting her charms while still concealing them, of creating a come-hither look because the opening extended just below her breasts. It turned out to be an easy sell. She admitted to wearing it once that way when she wanted to get the attention of a particularly sexy man. Feeling emboldened by that confession, I dared her to go pantyless, taunting her, saying a real tease would. After sticking her tongue out at me she agreed, telling me in a self-satisfied tone she would make sure no one ever knew. My goodness, I thought, my shy wife had come a long way.

She took over completing her ensemble by arranging her long hair into a french twist, then held it in place with an antique silver barrette. Next she put on her grandmother’s pearl necklace. Finally, to give the impression she was single, her wedding ring was replaced with one containing a white Mexican fire opal. I stood back and marveled; she had achieved a look that was elegant, yet alluring. With all that done we were ready to start our adventure.

The old buildings along the waterfront had been transformed into a vibrant arts and culture district frequented by tourists and professionals alike. True to form, Jade got a lot of glances from men, and a few women, as we meandered past shops and restaurants. She enjoyed teasing all the male clerks in the many trendy boutiques; ostensibly to receive a discount. One of her favorite tactics was to approach an attractive man, or men, and ask directions. Standing to the side I observed their reaction to her subtle flirting. When we reached a quiet bar adjacent to a grand hotel I asked her to wait until I scoped it out. As I studied the room’s interior I felt a growing sense of excitement because its layout might allow me to see Jade respond to what I considered the ultimate tease; an attempted seduction.

It was all because of the unique shape of the bar. It was a long old-fashioned one facing a narrow room that contained a short section of seating at right angles to the bar proper, giving it an L shape. This addition seemed an afterthought and was interrupted by a passthrough with only three seats beyond it; presently unoccupied. Finally, the mirror behind the bar extended the entire length of the room. Perfect, I thought, I could watch yet Jade would have privacy to exhibit her skills.

When I returned I suggested we play a game. It revolved around someone seeking to pick her up; I’d spy on them as he attempted to entice her into his bed. I also wanted to overhear their suggestive repartee; to hear and see it escalate until he became intimate, then observe how she ended it.

“What do you mean by intimate?” she asked. “I don’t know,” I responded, “maybe kiss or fondle you; put his hand where he shouldn’t. You’ll know when.” Jade thought about it, then confessed she had never flirted like that.

“Lets do it”, I begged, caught up in my own excitement. “Go in,” I further explained, “and act like you are looking for someone. Let men check you out before you finally settle in at the bar, then order a drink and wait to see what happens.” She thought about it, wondering if she wanted to spend her evening doing this, before replying, “Where will you be?” I told her about the isolated seats, that we’d be sitting together. “O.K.,” she replied, comforted by the thought of my presence close by, “but I won’t try if he’s not attractive.” I agreed, then asked her to give me a minute to get seated.

So it began.

After ordering I looked toward the door, waiting for her to appear. She turned a few heads as she stepped inside and looked around, then slowly walked through the room; a poised and beautiful young woman. Pausing, she again scanned the room’s interior. Finally she spotted me and made her way over. In a minute she was seated at my side. I ignored her. She ordered a Virgin Mary and waited. Nothing happened. It wasn’t until she had returned from the toilet that a distinguished looking man, who appeared to be late middle-aged by the grey in his hair, took the stool beside her. He was obviously successful judging by the cut of his expensive, tailored suit. Well, I thought, this isn’t working out as planned. He’s way too old for her. Anyway, she wasn’t even acknowledging his presence. Feeling dejected, I assumed the game was not to be. I was surprised when Jade held up her glass for a refill. Later, when I asked why she chose to continue she said that even though his age put her off his sophisticated appearance attracted her.

When the stranger turned to her and spoke she responded by smiling. “May I ask what you are going to order?” he enquired. ”I do so because I am interested in the etymological puzzle that surrounds the naming of cocktails. Perhaps your selection might have an interesting history.” I marveled at his precise diction and admired him for coming up such a unique way to break the ice between them.

My wife, intrigued by his novel approach, replied that she had a limited knowledge of mixed drinks. That’s why, she continued, she normally left it up to the bartender. In response he offered to order something unique for her, and upon her acquiescence, chose a Blushing Rose; quipping that the name reminded him of an old fling who looked innocent but proved to be charmingly salacious. When it arrived Jade sipped it and indicated her approval, then queried him, “Just how wanton was she?” He laughed and began recounting some of their exploits.

Luckily, they spoke just loud enough for me to make out what was being said. But soon, explaining she had minor hearing loss, she asked him to move his stool closer. He did until they were almost touching. I was impressed. It was a brilliant move. She had subtly indicated she was interested in a way that also allowed me to follow their conversation.

Reading his body language I surmised he had determined the request meant his opening gambit had been successful. I listened to him continue his charm offensive by flattering her on everything from her outfit to her hair. I recognized it as harmless patter meant to ingratiate him to her. When he asked how she came to be alone in a bar, she replied her date had apparently stood her up. His hand stroked hers in sympathy, then traveled up her bare arm to her elbow and began to idly caress it. Jade gave him a sharp glance that acknowledged his action but let it continue. I admired him for attempting intimacy so quickly. Technically, she should end the game now, I thought, but was glad she didn’t. She responded to his gesture by playing with his tie and stroking the fabric of his suit, teasing him about wearing such formal attire in a bar. I heard him answer he was in town on business and hadn’t had time to change. He laughed when she told him he looked very nice, handsome even.

After more small talk he bought her another cocktail, a rather obscure one named Sex On The Beach. It was one, he explained, that was created for young people. It made him think of saucy, bikini-clad young women. “And is this a result of another fond memory?” Jade bantered back, laughing as she revealed that after too many cocktails she’d have sex just about anywhere.

Oh, my, I thought, that should get him interested. But I was worried about her accepting that second drink. Normally Jade partook of alcohol only occasionally and generally limited her consumption to one mixed drink per night. I wondered how two of them would affect her. Over the next ten or so minutes I found out. She stumbled over a word now and again and actually held his arm for support a few times. It occurred to me that if I could tell she was becoming buzzed surely he knew. His next actions confirmed it. After receiving a somewhat disjointed response to one of his questions he smoothly reached up and gently stroked her cheek, commenting she possessed a certain bien dans sa peau that he found fascinating. She tilted her head and frowned as she struggled to remember enough high school French to puzzle out the meaning of the phrase. He smiled indulgently and explained she exuded a certain something, an ineffable quality that was quite appealing. Then he cupped her chin and turned her face to his. She gave him an inquiring look; to which he responded by gently kissing her.

Jade’s reaction wasn’t what I expected. I had thought she’d reprove him and end the game, but instead the little vixen let him get away with it. This wasn’t part of our agreement, I thought. She was supposed to get up and leave.

Her new Don Juan broke the kiss and, feeling empowered, pressed on by moving his hand to her neck, where his fingers lightly stroked the sensitive spot at its base. Soon those digits were tracing the contours of her shoulder blades while he noted the delicacy of her bone structure. He continued his flattery by telling her she had flawless skin, then became more intimate by tenderly examining one of her hands before lifting it to his lips and kissing it. I could tell Jade was flattered by how weakly she protested this last gesture of familiarity.

But he wasn’t finished. His voice shifted to a soft soothing monotone as he noted she had a charmingly svelte figure. Becoming more amorous, his hand returned to the sensitive spot at the base of her neck, idly stroking it as he praised her on her innate beauty. Next his fingers ran along the “V” shaped opening of her blouse, complimenting her on the way the fabric clung to her figure, highlighting her delightful embonpoint. She possessed a hidden treasure, I heard him murmur, that begged to be explored.

Jade, lulled into complacency by the alcohol she had consumed and by his comforting tone, missed the intent of his words. She appeared startled, but I was completely taken aback, when he pulled the silky material outward, exposing one of her breasts to his gaze.

I actually turned to look at them when he did that, appalled at this unprecedentedly intimate gesture. But I restrained myself, more interested in seeing what would happen next. Not even acknowledging her reaction he calmly observed, “Your breast is beautifully shaped, my dear, you should be proud.” Jade looked down, speechless for a moment.

Later, when we were discussing it, she admitted to readily going beyond innocent flirting with him to prove she could match his sophisticated banter. The alcohol she had consumed, she told me, had intensified the arousal caused by their flirtatious behavior and his erotic touch, so when he had looked at her breast it had startled but not offended her. When it came down to it, she had finally decided, she didn’t want him to end his pursuit.

Trying to sound blasé she replied, “That’s why I seldom wear a bra, so I can show them off.”

That surprised me but not him. Continuing to stare, I saw him move his hand into her blouse. “And you should display them.” he crooned, then mused, seemingly to himself, “I wonder if your nipples are sensitive.”

Gone was the attentive manner he had shown during their innocently erotic tête-à-tête. “You like me teasing it, don’t you?” he said softly. Jade flinched. Later she told me she felt a rush of erotic sensations, starting at her nipple and spreading throughout her body. He looked at her, judging her reaction to this intimate action. When she closed her eyes and began to breath heavily he reached over to stroke her cheek, then gently pulled her to him. He fondled her neck while gently covering it with light kisses. What happened next should have been expected. Jade’s would-be suitor pulled her into another kiss, this time firmly pressing his lips to hers and holding her there. Surprised, she stiffened in response, but as he continued she slowly relaxed. Soon she was engaging with him, finally reaching over to tenderly caress his face. When I saw that I knew she had surrendered.

Damnit, I thought, she wasn’t supposed to go beyond flirting. But she had and was acting like she had every intention of continuing. I realized it had happened so fast I couldn’t have stopped it, but that didn’t make me feel any better. Observing her change of behavior, I knew we were entering into new territory with our game. I wondered if she realized that by accepting this he would surely ask for more.

I was conflicted. To stop the game now might cause her to get really angry. This was a public place where, so far, the patrons hadn’t noticed what was going on. Letting it continue; trusting her to know her limits, might be best. Audibly sighing, I decided to do nothing.

Jade almost collapsed into him when he ceased kissing her. He smiled then, and I saw a self-satisfied look on his face. When his other hand moved off the counter, I hazarded a glance. It was on her inner thigh, above the hem of her skirt. I glanced over at her, surprised she didn’t intervene. What was wrong with her, I thought. Jade continued to stare at him, her eyes wide, then gave a quiet moan just as I felt her leg press against mine. I moved in my seat to see her lap better. His hand had forced her legs apart and his fingers were exploring her bare pussy. Again, she didn’t protest, but began to softly pant.

This had gone far beyond the limits of our game. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t react to being violated by this stranger. Was she so in the throes of arousal she was incapable of stopping it? I heard his voice take on an authoritative tone as he spoke to her again. In response she turned on her stool to face him. He maneuvered in his seat until their legs were intertwined and then pulled her to him. After that I couldn’t see what he was doing. Whatever it was caused Jade to suddenly start and gasp.

Our game had been taken from us. He was the one now dictating its rules.

She sought his mouth and kissed him with an increasing intensity. He let her continue for a moment then broke it off and held her still with his stare. Soon she was rocking back and forth ever so slightly and making small mewling sounds of pleasure. After a few minutes of this her breathing became labored. Finally her body began to repeatedly convulse. She grabbed his arms for support, then uttered a long, low uuuuuuuuunnggghhhhh. After a long minute her euphoria began to diminish and her head drooped forward, coming to a rest on his shoulder. He smiled as he looked over at me, then winked, like we were sharing an inside joke. I didn’t know what to do so I gave him a thumbs up. Looking around I saw the only person paying attention to them was the bartender.

He held her that way until Jade lifted her head and kissed him tenderly. I heard her say, “thank you,” but couldn’t catch the response he whispered in her ear. Whatever it was caused her to sit upright and search his face for a long time. Then she got up, pulled her skirt down, and excused herself to the ladies room. As she turned she caught my eye and indicated I should follow.

She met me outside the toilet and asked if I had enjoyed watching her. “It looked like he made you cum,” I said. “He did,” she admitted, then added, “and he asked me to go back to his hotel.” I was taken aback, at first unable to process the implications of that statement. We looked at each other, neither speaking.

I had never intended for this to happen, I thought despondently; she wasn’t supposed to let a stranger take liberties like that. But he had and she had enjoyed it. I let that sink in. Finally, accepting the inevitability of the situation, I asked, “Really? You’re actually thinking about going?” “What if I am,” she shot back. “Remember, I learned to tease men because of you. I even fucked your friend. What’s the difference here?” Defeated by her logic, I thought for a minute before responding, “Because I don’t know if you’ll be safe.” She softened her gaze and took my hands before replying, “That’s sweet. I haven’t yet decided if I’ll go. But I could if you thought I wasn’t in any danger?” “Yes,” I said, then qualified it by insisting she had to tell me all the details if she did. She laughed before replying, “Pervert.”

I trailed behind her as she led me back to her admirer. He stood at our approach. “Jeff,” she said, pointing to me, “this is my husband. We have been playing a game with you that I enjoyed too much and let get out of hand.” He looked at me, then back at her with world-weary eyes. “So has the game ended?” he asked. “Yes.” she said, “He knows what you asked me and has raised a valid concern.” “I’m worried about her safety,” I quickly interjected. “You,” he retorted, pointing at me, “want an assurance she won’t be harmed?” I nodded. “And if I can provide it you have no other objections?” he said. I nodded before responding, “It’s up to her.”

He called the bartender over and paid all our bills, then asked for a pen and paper. When it was delivered he took a hotel room registration receipt from his pocket, handed it to me, and said, “Copy down the information on it.” I saw it included his name, room number, and where he was staying. It was the building next door, I suddenly realized. When I had finished he took off his wristwatch and dropped it on the paper. “This,” he said, “is collateral for my word she won’t be mistreated. It’s probably worth more than your yearly salary.” He gave me a condescending look, then said, “I’ll reclaim it when you come for her.”

He pulled Jade to his side, confident she wouldn’t resist; his enfolding arm holding her close. Staring at me in a cocksure manner, he opened her blouse. Jade gave an astonished look down at her exposed breast. At first she thought he had uncovered her for all to see, then realized she was facing away from the room. When Jeff saw my startled expression he began to tease her nipple. Jade gasped, then lay her head against his chest and moaned, accepting his caress. I clinched my fists at this display, knowing it was meant to intimidate me, then glanced at my docile wife. I nodded then, acknowledging defeat. He restored her blouse, then reiterated, “I will keep her until I decide she can return, however long that may be. You must understand that,” he stated.

Again, Jade remained quiet.

I relaxed then, smiling to myself. Knowing Jade’s sexual appetite, if she decided to go, the old guy would be worn out before morning. Still, I gave my wife a questioning look and asked what she intended to do. She gazed up at her would-be lover, absorbing what he had just said. He looked at her affectionately, then gently explained, “I have a huge appetite and will require you to submit to my needs many times before I am sated. Are you willing to do that?”

Jade paused, picking up on his reference to submission, then wondered if she could do it; to totally surrender to a man, to feel helpless as he repeatedly used her for his pleasure. Until now, she had never imagined doing that. A flush rushed through her, from her breasts to her vagina, triggered at the thought of acquiescing to Jeff’s demands. Aroused now, she decided she wanted to experience it.

“Yes,” she finally replied. He looked at me and smiled. “I promise you she will be sore, satisfied, and very tired by the time I’m done,” he said with a smug look. I experienced a sinking feeling, wondering what she had gotten herself into, but tried not to show it when I responded, “I’m sure Jade will be fine as long as she isn’t forced to do anything against her will. Can you also promise that?” He cooly nodded, secure in his ability to convince my wife to do whatever he wanted.

Not much was said after that. It seemed pointless. I did kiss Jade and express my love for her. I clung to her for a moment, unwilling to accept the reality of her decision to go with Jeff. She gave me a distracted smile but focused her attention on her soon-to-be paramour. I let her go and looked at the two of them as they turned away.

Walking out they appeared to be a father and daughter couple, so great was the difference in their ages. His arm was around her waist in a seemingly protective manner. That impression was deliberately shattered when, as they approached the door, his hand slipped down to firmly cup her perfect ass.

I received a message to retrieve her three days later.

Fantastic story, so very well-written!

Lovely and exciting story hope you had a great time waiting to hear about it

Steamy.... Well done.

What a hot story!!!!!!!

What about the reencounter?

.... I expect pure hot talking

Thank you so much for your kind comments. I am revising (an endless task) an epilogue recounting Jade's time with Jeff. Give me a few days and I'll post it. Since I'm new to posting, should it be posted below or as a new, separate, post?

Post it below--people will know where to find it that way.

Definitely need the rest of this story

Very hot stuff! Congrats!

Thank you….. can’t wait to read what happened

Welcome to the forum Cuckoldbd.

For those of you who have read this far you can find the epilogue posted as a separate story in the Library.

Thank you BDJ,

What a marvellously erotic little vignette, obviously hugely embellished but with just enough of the factual core still central to its essence. The cygnet has truly grown into the swan and she knows just how to display it.

Chris.

BDJ wrote: ↑

Tue Apr 05, 2022 3:48 am

Thank you so much for your kind comments. I am revising (an endless task) an epilogue recounting Jade's time with Jeff. Give me a few days and I'll post it. Since I'm new to posting, should it be posted below or as a new, separate, post?

I would post it below, as it is the continuation of the same story

Is there any significance to a white Mexican fire opal on her ring finger
Thanks for the story

Very well laid out, and most intriguing. I foresee a great series!

OZCPL,

Is there any significance to a white Mexican fire opal on her ring finger

Sorry its taken so long to respond. No, nothing significant. I just wanted something that was interesting to look at to cover the non-tanned area where her wedding ring went.

Your tagline says this URL is the story and the Epilogue. I assumed the Epilogue would be what she tells you about the days in the hotel. Am I misunderstanding? Or is there more to come? It's definitely got my attention.

JoeElf wrote: ↑

Mon May 09, 2022 9:50 pm

Your tagline says this URL is the story and the Epilogue. I assumed the Epilogue would be what she tells you about the days in the hotel. Am I misunderstanding? Or is there more to come? It's definitely got my attention.

JoeElf, having read the epilogue myself I can confirm it is about the days Jade spent with Jeff in the hotel and the aftermath, although as BDJ points out right at the start, this time it's almost entirely taken from the realms of fantasyland. Most of it being recalled by Jade as the young couple discuss the tumultuous events and their feelings and consequences afterwards.

Here's the link

viewtopic.php?t=66023

Thanks Chrislydi, for responding for me. Sad to say, I fell down on the job of keeping up with this, my first effort. JoeElf, I can see how you might be confused. I made a mistake, really based on my ignorance of how this site organized posts, by putting the Epilogue in a separate post. You were right to expect it as a continuance of the original.

That said, I'm going to include it below as soon as I can proof it again. Sorry for creating that confusion.

This is the conclusion to the story above. It inhabits, almost entirely, the realm of fantasy.

Jade’s Bar Adventure: Epilogue

Our vacation had certainly taken a turn, I thought, as I watched my young wife and her new inamorato disappear through the bar’s open door, heading for his lodgings. I was still reeling from the events of the evening. Seeing our game of seduction go so horribly wrong when Jade had succumbed to the advances of a man in his fifties had been unsettling, but also extremely provocative. My mind played an endless loop of her orgasming on his fingers in the crowded room.

Like a junkie looking for his next fix I couldn’t let my erotic high go, so I followed them. I spotted the loving couple slowly walking toward the imposing building where Jade would soon become his inamorata. They were still arm-in-arm and seemed oblivious to the other people around them. That gave me an unpleasant shock; seeing my wife being so familiar with a stranger on the crowded boulevard. Then I realized his hand was still on her ass, idly fondling it. She’d never let me cop a feel of her like that when we were out and about, I angrily thought. Every time I tried she had slapped my hand away, saying it embarrassed her. But here she was, letting him caress her derrière on a sidewalk full of people.

That was upsetting enough, but the final insult occurred when they reached the hotel. The structure, having been built in an earlier era, showed its status by sporting a wide, covered portico and a waiting doorman. Right before they reached the large brass entry doors Jeff released Jade from his side and turned her to face him. He gently caressed her arm as he spoke, seemingly holding her in thrall with his intense gaze. Jade looked at him for a long time then said something that caused him to pull her tightly against him. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. I couldn’t believe it. I fumed at seeing her do that. All the frustration from the past few hours came boiling to the surface in that instant. It was so unfair, I thought, seeing her with him like that, right…out…in…public.

Later I discovered he was asking if she still wanted to go through with it, reminding her if she said yes again he would expect her to become a complete submissive until his sexual needs were sated. Though the idea filled her with trepidation, she still wanted to experience it. That was what she had just told him when I saw them get carried away in the moment.

My emotions launched themselves on a rollercoaster ride watching that scene. Jade had truly changed from my innocent little ingénue, I thought, when I could finally think straight. She had, just that night and in the seeming blink of and eye, become unrecognizable when she made the decision to cast aside our marriage vows and to give herself to a complete stranger.

I felt angry, helpless, alone, and…aroused.

Three sleepless nights later I got the summons from Jeff to retrieve Jade. There wasn’t much time left in our vacation and I wondered how it would be spent. As I walked the halls of the old hotel I realized it had the same kind of haughty air about it I had come to associate with the man who had convinced my wife to abandon me. I was surprised to find an open door. Upon entering I saw the two of them together, in close conversation, smiling. It was, to me, an oddly erotic scene. Their seeming relaxed pose was in direct juxtaposition to the rumpled, king-sized bed they were standing beside. I couldn’t help but envision them entangled in its covers; Jade on her back with him atop her slender form, her arms clasped around his shoulders, ankles hooked across his ass, wantonly welcoming him. And I could almost hear the cadenced music of protesting bed springs as he relentlessly plowed into her, trying to get deeper inside her pussy with each powerful thrust.

I was brought back to reality when Jade asked me to close the door. She was still dressed in her red blouse and skirt, only now her hair was down. I noticed she looked tired, but she also had a glow about her that I had seen only once before; immediately after she had spent half the night with my best friend engaged in fervid sex. As I crossed the room I noticed Jeff put his arm around her waist. He still thinks she’s his, I thought. We shook hands like gentlemen and I gave him his watch, then asked if she was ready. “Yes,” she replied as she gave me a large bag to carry. “Could you wait a minute,” she asked sweetly, “while I say goodbye?” I just nodded, thinking, what else could I do? She looked up at him lovingly, then put her arms around his neck and gave him a long, decidedly passionate, kiss. Jeff’s hands slid down over her buttocks to the hem of her short skirt. When the kiss ended he looked at me, then deliberately raised it up around her waist, exposing her naked round ass. While Jade didn’t protest this action, it had an immediate effect on me. “I’ll fondly remember our time together,” she said affectionately as she disentangled herself from his grip, “especially this.” She emphasized “this” by reaching over and gently grasping his manhood through his pants, then caressing the impressive bulge she found there.

When she decided she’d created enough mischief she released him, then indicated she was now ready to leave. I was dumfounded and unable to speak; but the long snake outlined in my pants did it for me. Jeff, seeing my condition, gave me a knowing smirk. Then he pulled Jade back and whispered something in her ear. She looked at him and paused before shaking her head, silently saying “no.” He just stared at her intently without responding. I wondered what was going on but didn’t try to interfere. Jade’s decision seemed to be in conflict with his desire. Then Jeff lifted her chin and gently kissed her. “Do it,” he said in a quiet but firm voice. She heaved a sigh of resignation and turned to me. Looking almost embarrassed, she asked, “Could you wait a few minutes more, dear?” I gave her a questioning look. “Please?” she pleaded, her eyes showing the depth of her need.

When I nodded “yes” she gave me a grateful look, then sank to her knees in front of him, unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear. For the first time I saw the cock that had conquered her. It was considerably shorter than my nine inches but much fatter, so much so she had to stretch wide to get the head past her lips. I watched, mesmerized, as she stroked the shaft while using her tongue on the sensitive spot just beneath the helmet. Jade sighed with pleasure as she moved to encase one of his large balls in her mouth. It was something I had seldom experienced from her. For us, oral sex was brief and always a prelude to intercourse. But this seemed a tribute, something lovingly performed for the man who had taken her heart as well as her body.

So for long, tortured minutes I watched my wife bring another man to climax with her mouth. She got so fully into it I don’t think she even knew I was there. Grasping the bulbous head, she repeatedly used her tongue to travel up and down his shaft, even gently licking his balls. When he began breathing heavily and clutched her head, she didn’t hesitate, but opened her mouth wide, eagerly accepting the thick shaft. Nor did she back off when he fucked her face, making her choke when his cock sought to enter her throat. Finally, at the moment he threw his head back in release and ejaculated, she didn’t pull away but instead tightened her lips around the mushroom shaped head and eagerly accepted every drop of his semen. When he was finished, Jeff released his grip and looked down at her, then said, the second time within a few minutes, “Do it.” Without hesitation she swallowed his seed, then looked up at him and smiled. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was something she had consistently refused me. So I was in a funk even before we finally reached the door and she paused, seemingly still reluctant to leave him. It only made matters worse.

We walked down the hall and rode the elevator in silence. I was caught up in processing what had just transpired and Jade, I guess, was still reliving her sensual goodbye to him. After we got inside our room I asked what was in the bag. “Oh,” she said, “just clothes Jeff bought me.”

“We need to talk,” I began, taking a somewhat rigid stance, “about what happened the other night and at his room just now. “What,” she sarcastically retorted, “didn’t you enjoy it? After all, isn’t that what you wanted, what you’ve been scheming to get me to do for so long? I thought turning into a slut would please you.” Deflated by her words, I sat down, shaking my head in surrender. “You’re right.” I replied, “On some level that is exactly how I wanted you to behave. And it was wrong of me to speak to you like that, but I’ve been scared while you were gone. I was afraid he would take you from me. Now I’m really worried I’ve lost you after seeing what you did with him tonight.”

She came over and sat on my lap. “You needn’t to be concerned. I still love you,” she said, affectionally mussing my hair and tenderly kissing me, “but you started something when you first encouraged me to have sex with another man. After being with Jeff, I’ve decided I like it. I really thought you’d enjoy me acting that way.”

I looked at my wife with a new appreciation. The old, innocent Jade was gone, I realized, never to return. I was reminded of what an old man had once told me; beware of what you want in life, he opined, you may get it. I also sensed our personal dynamics had shifted, at least in matters concerning sex, to her becoming the dominant partner. If we could remain co-equals in every other way, I decided, I could accept that.

But the changes weren’t bad, I realized, they just indicated a new partnership had been formed. And I liked my new wife. She was a better fit for me; a confident woman who had fully embraced her sexuality, but who would still rely on me for support. I kissed her, my cock swelling as I took her into my arms, intoxicated by the memory of her wantonly servicing Jeff’s manhood and drinking his cum.

“Do you want to go to bed and tell me about it,” I asked. Looking at me with smoldering eyes she answered, “I really want to but I don’t think my pussy will be ready again for at least a week.” Then she teased me by adding, “even for your little cock. But I’ll tell all I can remember now. Let’s save the details for another time,” she said, then mischievously smiled, “maybe we could even act out some of the things I did.”

I grinned at her, now even more aroused. She settled on the bed beside me and thought for a moment.

“When we got off the elevator at his floor he stopped me, telling me to strip. I responded, “Here?” He replied it was the chance of meeting someone that made it so exciting.That was when it hit me that this adventure might include more than just sex. So I walked down a long hallway, completely naked, fearful someone would see me. Thankfully we made it without incident, but he left the door open, further contributing to my angst. He had me stand before him while he exhaustively examined my body, running his hands over me and commenting on my physique. I didn’t think that was sexy at all. I was startled when he told me he didn’t like his women to have pubic hair. It was so humiliating perching on the bathroom counter with my legs spread while he shaved me. I thought after he finished he would let me down, but instead he began to rub my pussy with his fingers, saying I needed a reward for cooperating so well. I was just becoming really aroused when he lubricated my asshole and put his thumb in it. I gasped and tried to wiggle away. He told me to hold still. I was so intimidated by his tone of voice I immediately obeyed. In a minute it started to feel good again. By the time he stopped my pussy was so wet it was dripping.

I was almost lightheaded with anticipation, wondering what would come next, so I didn’t question him when he told me to go to the doorway and kneel. I waited while he stood in front of me and removed his penis and balls from his pants. I sighed happily. This was what I had been eagerly waiting for, I thought, as I gazed at his flaccid member. And I wasn’t disappointed. Even soft it looked enticing, even exotic; the stubby shaft was topped with a wide head, now peeping out from beneath a generous foreskin. I thoroughly enjoyed the task of making him hard; from the first moment it touched my lips until I settled back on my heels to observe the turgid shaft stretched toward me. Then I waited, looking up at him, eager now to be told what else to do.

But apparently I hadn’t adequately completed my last task because I was told to lick and suck his heavy balls until given permission to stop. I had forgotten about being next to an open door until I heard him say, “She has a beautiful ass, doesn’t she?” I turned to look and was startled to find an elderly gentleman, leaning on a cane, standing in the hall. I was so embarrassed! But it got even worse when Jeff instructed me to get up and turn around. I felt myself blush all over, helpless to hide from the old man’s gaze. Instead I was made to stand in front of him on suddenly shaky legs, my erect nipples belying the underlying excitement I felt. As if it couldn’t get any more demeaning, Jeff invited him in to examine my naked body. I closed my eyes, inwardly cringing as I awaited his touch. Soon I felt his fingers gently stroking my pussy lips, seeking my clit. I started when he found it. He played with my engorged nubbin, seemingly forever; his fingers stroking the hardened button until I had to open my eyes and grab his skinny frame to keep from toppling over. Jeff’s new friend just smiled and inserted an arthritic finger in my pussy, searching for my “G” spot. He stroked it with practiced ease, soon bringing me to the brink of an orgasm, only to stop, leaving me gasping for breath. He removed his fingers from my vagina, then politely said, “Thank you for the pleasure of your company, young lady, but I find I must go.” I looked at him agape as he walked away. My task master just seemed amused as I turned to him and forced my body against his. I wanted to be fucked in the worst way. He let me hump his leg for a moment before making me stop and close the door.

My next instruction was to strip him and make him hard again. Having my mouth on his cock just increased my arousal, so when he told me to get the lubricant from the bathroom I didn’t hesitate. I hoped this would lead to a satisfying romp on the rooms’ kingsized bed.

I was ordered to get on my hands and knees and back up to the beds’ edge. Finally, I thought, we’re going to have sex. When I felt the lubricant being applied instead to my anus I tensed up and told him to stop. He asked what part of submit did I not comprehend. Chagrined and almost crying, I apologized, telling him I was scared. He paused, breaking character long enough to reassure me, saying he had experience doing it and, if I trusted him, I would enjoy it very much.

It struck me in that moment I was going to give up my anal virginity to a total stranger.

Sighing, I reconciled myself to the inevitable. I trembled as he slowly inserted a finger into my puckered orifice. He waited for the discomfort to go away before adding another. When he had inserted three of them in my sphincter he pushed until they couldn’t go any deeper. When I was comfortable with their presence I breathed a sigh of relief. In a shaky voice told him I was ready. So, holding my breath I waited, expecting him to fuck me. Nothing happened. Jeff gently caressed my posterior, but that was all. I continued to wait. Soon my muscles rebelled against the strain and I began to relax. Even my asshole felt loose, now that it had accommodated his fingers for so long. Would he ever try, I wondered? I began to think he had lost his erection, that all this preparation had been for naught. I sighed.

Then he put his fat cock up my ass.

It happened so quickly my sphincter hadn’t had a chance to tighten up after he’d removed his fingers. Once the head was inside, he stopped and asked how it felt. It hurt, I told him, and stung, but it also felt really full. Again he was patient, waiting until I was ready to continue. When the pain subsided he began to gently stroke in and out. Used to it now, I told him to push it in farther, to hold me by the hips and fuck me. He didn’t disappoint. After he had applied more lube he began to thrust quite hard. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Wonderful sensations enveloped me, causing erotic shocks to course through my body. Being screwed in my pussy had never felt like this. Soon after I had my first anal climax. By the time he filled me with his cum I was weak from multiple orgasms. The afterglow of them remained, suffused throughout my body, even beyond our long, sinuously shared shower.

It was when we were toweling off that he told me he would release me from my promise of submission if I wanted and he wouldn’t stop me from leaving. I looked startled and asked why. He explained that what was to come would be much more intense…and unusual. “I’m not sadistic,” he explained, “just different. In order for me to satisfy my rapacious appetite I’ve discovered I need a thoroughly uninhibited partner.” Getting a new conquest to totally submit, he explained, started it. Asking again before entering the hotel gave them a chance to back out. Still, he found, some women would later renege on their agreement when asked to do outrageous things. So he’d devised some tests to be sure. “You mean,” I asked, “you knew the elderly gentleman was going to appear while I was naked in the doorway?” He nodded, saying that when the doorman saw them hug he informed a long-term tenant to stop by. I thought about my humiliation at being forced to submit, then my surprise at my aroused state when Jeff’s friend left. “Even making me have anal sex?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, “though I wasn’t sure I should. You are so small down there and you were so scared.” With that admission I knew he’d never expect me to do anything I couldn’t abide. “I don’t want to back out.” I said, “So, what’s next?” He pointed to his revived hard-on and said, “What do you think?” then picked me up and took me to his bed. Finally.
While I basked in the afterglow of having my pussy being properly introduced to Jeff’s cock he reminded me that submissiveness was a potent aphrodisiac for him and necessary for us to continue. I told him I liked him as an alpha male. We decided to stay in character all the time, even out in town.
So until you picked me up I was used to acquiescing to whatever he told me to do, no matter how uncomfortable or outrageous. Jade paused then, seeking to clarify her state of mind during that time. You can’t imagine what its like being with a man like that; Jeff was a satyr and I was his wench. He repeatedly fucked me to mind-blowing orgasms in a myriad of ways. And nothing was out of bounds. I even learned to climax from anilingus, while giving and receiving it. But what I loved most was having him stuff my rectum with anal beads, then having them pulled out during orgasm.

He had, she explained, an almost insatiable need for variety. “That led to some situations,” she said, “far outside my comfort zone.” For instance, once when waiting with other men while their wives tried on clothes, he opening the door to my dressing room to show me off. It took me by surprise. I was completely naked so I made an effort to hide my breasts and pussy as they ogled my body. He pulled me toward them, then commanded, “Bend over and spread your asscheeks…now!” And I did. It made me feel so venerable, posing that way, but it was also extremely erotic. The look on their faces, he told me afterwards, was priceless. We even screwed, in broad daylight, in the back of a taxi parked in an alley while the cabbie looked on. I had to stay naked as we drove back across town to our hotel. Finally he forcibly took me while I was half hanging out of our rooms’ open window, my hanging tits visible to all below. Later that same evening I found myself being fucked from behind, bent over the fire escapes’ frame, looking down on some late-night party goers passing by.

Doing all these things changed me; I was ready to be taken on the spur of the moment, anywhere. Just the sight of his cock was enough to make my pussy wet. Sometimes, while we fucked, his thick cock created a euphoric state so intense and long lasting it caused me to cum multiple times in rapid succession. But despite his dominance, Jeff was also sweet and considerate. He always made sure I was completely satisfied before he ejaculated; either in my mouth or pussy. Oh, except that one time in my rectum.

I felt my cock jump in my pants at that reminder. She gave me a bemused look and wiggled her butt on my lap, “Does that answer your question?” she asked, then added without pausing, “I am so grateful to you for not objecting when I decided to go with him.” Then she put her arms around me and lay her head on my chest.

We stayed like that for a long time, content to just hold each other. Then my legs started to go numb so I told her I was going to take a cold shower if we weren’t going to screw. It didn’t help. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had done with him. The sex she described had been so over-the-top as to be hardly imaginable. As a result, I got a woody that kept me company until I realized no amount of cold water would quench it. When I returned she saw the state I was in and called me over to her. She got on her knees before taking my rigid pole in her waiting mouth. Then she began to pleasure me the same way I had seen her do Jeff. Also like him I could not resist holding her head in my hands and fucking her face. As a concession to my length I didn’t try to force it down her throat as he had. But it still felt wonderful and I knew she would let me continue to the end. In a moment I felt my balls tighten and my orgasm begin. She clamped her lips around the head of my cock as jet after jet filled her mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed my seed, then looked up at me and smiled, just as she had with him.

We talked more after that, me nude and her still fully clothed. She revealed what she thought were secrets, but after describing the events of the past week, I had already come to know. The big one was when she said, “I love you, and want you more than anyone else, but you’ll never be able to give me the kind of orgasms I had with Jeff.” She continued by telling me she didn’t think she’d be satisfied with limiting sex to just me anymore either. So we agreed to continue our game whenever possible, seeking out situations where Jade appeared both single and available. Both of us were comfortable with the possibility she would leave with someone new if I thought it was safe. I was so proud: my wife, the woman of my dreams, had turned into a femme fatale.

It was well past midnight when she got up and begun to undress. Fascinated, I watched as she faced away from me and unzipped, then dropped her skirt to the floor. God, I thought, she’s got such a great looking body. Since she wasn’t wearing panties I got an additional thrill when she bent over to remove her shoes. Seeing her like that reminded me that Jeff, not me, had been the first to claim that perfect ass. My cock started to rise at the thought. But he would not, I was now sure, be the last.

I could hardly wait.