Testing, 1-2-3, Testing

Foreword:

First, this is probably the longest story that I ever have or ever will write — according to MS Word: 26,927 words. I’m so sorry, I hate long ones myself. Truly, I did try to cut it down, but the reduction wasn’t even noticeable. If you hate long tales, pass it, I won’t be offended.

Second, the story that I’m presenting is a large departure from my normal story line. For those with a particular sensitivity concerning a man discussing with his wife a desire to see her with another man, please exit now. I’ve long debated whether or not to present this one, because of the crude attacks on stories on this subject. But I had this idea spawned from other author’s stories, and I thought, “What if it went this way?” I decided that the idea was worth the risk.

Third, I would like to thank andyinoz ; Charlie ; Ted L & Russ603 for making my work much better. Thanks guys.

For those of you with a little faith in me and my scribblings, maybe hang around, but I’ll say no more and ruin the story for you.

Sincere comments, meant to aid me in improving my writing are welcome, nasty ones only meant to attack will be deleted. You can’t say you haven’t been warned.

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Mike and Allie Hunter laid in an afterglow of a great sexual romp between husband and wife. They had met as sophomores in college, fell in love, and never looked back. Since they married right after graduation, their total time together had become 9 years.

With both of them having recently turned the corner of being 29 years old, a renewed discussion of starting the expansion of their family became a common topic. A recent promotion for Mike improved their family income so that Allie would be able to take a leave of absence to bring a child into their world.

Their love making, had also recently expanded due to an outside influence. As they enjoyed their post coital moments, they began discussing another thing. Something not at all common among two people who had been together so long and so in love. More on that later.

As they approached their 7-year anniversary, at a party that weekend with friends, they had been teased about approaching the famous time where an “itch” could develop. That they may get bored with each other and might need some “strange” to get the spark back. Further, the phenomena could be exacerbated by the coming of children.

It was only teasing, but the next day, Sunday, Allie was given some “tips” for preventing disaster by her sexually daring younger sister, Kate. Though they looked nearly like identical twins, their view on what was acceptable behavior for a woman was not the same. Allie was no prude, but her slightly younger sister was more free spirited and did not always adhere to social norms.

One of the suggestions offered was, that she and her ex-boyfriend used to keep things hot by reading erotic stories to each other in bed, and act out the scenes.

“Sis, I’m telling you; it would do you a world of good to loosen up like some of the sluts in those stories. I’ll bet that you’ve never told Mike to fuck your brains out… Probably more like, ‘Oh please Mike, make love to me,” Kate said, taunting her sister.

“You know I don’t like to be so vulgar,” Allie shot back.

“That’s the beauty of it, Sis, it isn’t you saying it… it’s the character in the story. You get to be kind of like an actress playing a part. Imagine how it might go if the story was about some businessman away from home, having arranged an evening with a professional. Don’t even try to tell me that Mike wouldn’t love you acting and talking like a high-class call girl.”

“I’m guessing he probably would like it, but it is so not me. I might get mad at him for liking it too much,” Allie supposed.

“Why the hell would you get mad? It’s still you getting the benefits, right?”

“I dunno, maybe… I suppose you’re right.”

“Just sayin’ Sis, try it. We had a shit load of fun working each other up with all kinds of stories, stuff that neither of us would do, and as you know, my limits are out there pretty far.”

“OK, maybe… we’ll see,” Allie said as she had begun to be won over by her sister’s enthusiasm.

That night, Mike was working afternoon shift and Kate had a date, so there was no extended phone call with her sister that night. Since Allie worked 8am to 4pm at a bank, she had every evening off. Being by herself, she curled up on the couch with a glass of wine and turned on a recording of her favorite TV series, NCIS. Mike had never got into these because he was a cop, and couldn’t watch without correcting all of the technical errors, which ruined it for Allie. So, she would binge watch several that were recorded when he worked 3 to 11.

He was due home in a couple of hours, more or less, so for her next entertainment she decided to check out what Kate had suggested. Allie filled her wine glass for the second time, booted up her laptop, then she searched for, found and opened “Literotica.”

Not knowing where to start, she clicked around until she found some stories with a common theme called “First Time.” As she browsed the stories, a title jumped out at her: “My First Time Cheating On My Husband.”

[note: I searched it — nothing with that exact name popped up]

The title caught her attention, and soon Allie’s subconscious was invaded by the thoughts of the main character, a married woman considering an affair. As most authors hope, as she read the text, she became the woman.

The husband of the woman in the tale was a workaholic and she had become to feel neglected. The story took it’s time getting the M.C. to give in to her lustful fantasies, which allowed Allie to partake of more wine. In the story, the woman had friends who occasionally participated in a thing called “girls night out” (GNO) and she started attending more and more of these.

While out in clubs on GNOs she was able to enjoy male attention. Men buying her drinks and dancing with her were exciting, but she resisted getting involved with some guy in a bar.

Finally, the fictional heroine decided that a man at work would be the one. He had been hitting on her, and had been normally blown off, but on that day, the seduction was allowed. An agreement to meet after work for drinks was made, knowing a motel would be the closing act. When the woman and coworker got to the room and began the dance of adultery, her arousal skyrocketed, as did Allie’s.

Squirming on the couch, getting hornier by the minute as she read on, she prayed that her husband would be home from work on time. Just as the first sex scene peaked with a mind shattering orgasm for the woman, Allie heard the garage door open… he was home. “Thank God,” she thought.

Mike hardly made it through the door before Allie was on him, kissing him passionately. As he tried to take in his wife’s mood she said, “I need you to fuck me. Right now.”

The expression on his face suggested that he was going to question her actions, particularly since she had never before used that kind of language to entice him.

She reiterated, “Fuck me. Please Baby, no questions… just do it.”

Her second plea broke through his confusion and he thought, “OK, she can explain later. Right now, I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.”

Mike took charge and roughly spun her around, taking off her house coat in the process. Allie was wearing very little underneath, only a thong and a bra, which was dispatched with a flick of skilled fingers as she was pushed toward the couch.

Having only a split second to grab a pillow to help support her front, she was bent over the cushioned arm and held in place as he unclasped his belt, and dropped his pants, including his boxers in order to take her from behind.

The thong she had on was yanked aside, penetration was accomplished in two strokes. The first to less than half way, just to test her ability to take it. Having found her totally ready, the second was rammed home. Allie squealed, but not from pain, as she was more than wet enough to fully receive her man’s throbbing member.

The pace and depth he elected was furious, she had awakened the lion, he was now as filled with lust as the woman beneath him. Allie humped her ass back at her love as best as she could considering her awkward position. She also spread her legs wider to maximize the depth of his penetration. No love making was taking place, that might come later, after the primal lust was satisfied for them both.

The grunting and moaning continued by both participants, rapidly approaching a peak. Neither could, nor wanted to hold out long, and as Allie began to tremble with her impending climax, Mike shot a large volume of jiz into her depths.

Allie noticed that it had been fortunate that there were large protective armrest covers on her couch. A lot of fluid had erupted out of her when they came, the couch could have been stained, but was not.

To further protect the couch, Allie held the cover against her sex, as Mike scooped her up like a bride and carried her toward the bedroom. Following a shower, where she reactivated his dick with oral skill, a round two took place. That time was a loving, thoroughly satisfying encounter. Sleep was welcomed by both lovers, having gone the distance to satisfy their needs.

Morning had Mike up first, and as coffee was made, he contemplated what had set his wife off. A repeat performance would be welcomed.

Settling in the living room to watch the morning news, coffee in hand, Mike noticed that her laptop was still open. It wasn’t password protected, so with a simple click of the mouse the computer sprang back to life, along with the Lit site and story that had got her so hot.

Mike noticed that she was only on page 2 of a 3-page story. He clicked back to the beginning and read with mixed curiosity, about a woman cheating on her husband for the first time. Allie apparently hadn’t finished the story, it seemed he had arrived home and interrupted her reading. He wondered if she would still have been as turned on had she finished, it did not end well for the woman. Eventually a freak event had caused her husband to become aware of her affair and after a 3-month long tryst, she was caught, and divorced.

Approaching Allie with the total nature of what had turned her on so thoroughly, would be touchy. She may be embarrassed and not admit to anything. The laptop was closed, and a second cup of Joe was poured while he awaited his love.

Upon awakening, she came to the kitchen, following the smell of the brew. With a cup of her own in hand she joined her husband in the living room.

“What got into you last night,” was Mike’s opening question, which he immediately wished he hadn’t said because Allie turned red with embarrassment. A quick recovery followed, “And what do I have to do to get you in that kind of a mood more often? You were freakin’ awesome!”

“Nothing, I just got horny for you,” she replied, unaware that he already knew the answer.

“Come on; tell me. What was it that turned my mildly conservative wife into a sex machine?” he asked.

Mike continued to try and get a confession by pressing for the origin of her lust without success, until she finally realized that her secret was probably not so secret.

“Baby, I was… that is Kate told me about, ah, these stories.”

“You mean erotic stories?” he said, teasing her.

“OK, you know. What? Did I leave my computer on?” she asked.

“Lit-er-ot-ic-a… eh?” he said dragging out the name for effect.

Allie sighed deeply, then told Mike the whole story of Kate’s advice.

Then he shocked her, “I think we should try it.”

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A new era of love making had begun. They took turns; once a month or so in the beginning, a story was selected and whoever picked it read the first page out loud. If there was more, the person reading was switched at each new page.

By the end of a year, the story telling fun had become a once-a-week event, when a new ripple was stumbled on.

It was Allie’s turn to choose. She picked a tale where the couple had been doing the same kind of sexual turbocharging that she and Mike were, that is, reading Lit stories to get their juices flowing. The story couple did things slightly differently though, instead of just reading the tale out loud to each other in bed, they upped the ante and actually acted it out. The wife went to a club, danced and flirted with men while her husband watched.

Role playing was not a term that the Hunters had never heard, they knew what it was. This put a new spin on the excitement, now they were reading that the wife entered a bar alone, her outfit screaming, “Fuck Me!”

The husband comes in and observes for a while, not rushing to outshine the wife’s other would-be lovers. She thoroughly enjoyed the attention, the touching that the men did to test her resistance. In the story, the husband’s dick hardened as several men chanced liberties not normally allowed by a married woman, and take their shot at winning the female for the night.

Having accepted several dances, she gets excited by the mild groping, but is careful to keep each man aware that he had not yet won. At an opportune time, before any of the suitors got too aggressive, her husband stepped in and was granted a dance.

When the song ended, they move to the bar with her draped all over him, the victor. In order to claim her without any unwanted grief, the hubby bought the would-be lovers a round of drinks and then whisked her away. The more astute of the men recognized the game that was actually being played and smiled.

In the story, a particularly steamy session follows at a nearby motel, but Allie and Mike had already stopped reading and were heavily engaged in their own version of the motel sex scene.

After several cycles of intense gratification, they both hit the shower. While soaping each other, Mike made several efforts to speak, but because of concern of what his wife’s response might be, he had difficulty.

Noticing her man’s attempts, and his discomfort, she says, “What Baby? I can tell when something’s on your mind. What is it?”

“I… I was just wondering… wondering if you’d like to try that for real?”

“Try what for real?” she asked, being pretty certain of what he meant, but didn’t want to be the first one to say it.

“Role play like that.”

“You mean me go to a bar, dressed like a slut, play around with some guys, and then let you be the one to come in and take me away for wild monkey sex?”

“Yeah, just like in that story. You and me end up screwing ourselves silly.”

“What if one of them gets pissed that you’re messing up his piece for the night?”

“I think the move in the story was a good one to prevent that. Buy ’em all a round, and split before they know what happened,” he said with confidence.

“OK, suppose that part worked. What about their frisky little hands testing my permission to feel me up? You gonna be OK with that?”

“I suppose I’ll be OK if it’s all to get me going, and I’m the winner in the end,” he assured.

“I don’t know. I’m sure the sex with you as a result would be awesome, but Baby I love you, and I couldn’t stand it if this thing went sideways and caused problems between us.”

“We could have a safe word, like they did in the story. If either of us uses it, boom, the party’s over. We leave right then, no questions asked until we’re out of there,” he said, continuing his sales pitch as they moved from the bathroom back into their bedroom.

“I need time to even consider that. Let’s go to bed… for sleep this time stud, you have worn me out.”

The subject was not revisited for several days. Later that week, in the middle of a more routine sexual encounter, Mike asked, “Did you think any more about playing a game?”

“OK, I admit that the idea turns me on a little, but I’m still worried about us. You have to promise me that if you start feeling jealous or are getting mad, you’ll use the safe word immediately and we never do it again,” she said, agreeing conditionally.

“How about this Friday, since I’m on daylight and have the weekend off?”

“Damn, I was counting on more time, but I guess if we’re going to try it, this Friday is as good as any. Swear to me that at the first sign of any problem, we quit,” she challenged.

“I swear, I swear. It’ll be fun, you’ll see. Trust me.”

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Friday came and the love birds intended to play it out just like the couple in the story. She dressed to entice, on the borderline of slutty. Purchased just for the occasion, the dress was to be worn braless, and featured a neckline low enough to expose much of her impressive c-cup tits.

When the pretty young woman was ready, Mike was dazzled by the hottie that he was married to, as the dress exposed much of her perfect body. He momentarily questioned his wisdom of proceeding with the game, but the hesitation was dismissed and they headed out.

Naturally, she was asked to dance by several men. To his credit, as he had promised, Mike was able to cool his jets while Allie allowed one man in particular liberties on the dance floor, more than the other men. She had let them all hold her closer than she normally would permit and did not go off on them as they tested how handsy they would be allowed. This one gentleman though, looked to those present as being the one that had won out.

Eventually, when other men tried to cut in, she politely told them that she would be dancing only with Sam for the rest of that night. This statement emboldened her partner and he pulled her even tighter against his body. She allowed her tits to be crushed into the man’s chest, but predictably, his desire increased and he wanted more. Grinding his hardening cock against her body was his new goal.

Dry humping her out on the dance floor was not part of her itinerary, however gentle, temporary, caresses of her butt were permitted. Before he could get both hands placed strategically enough on her ass to pull her groin against his hard cock, she scolded him playfully, “Sam, I’m naughtier than a married woman should be, but I’m not a slut. I am teasing my hubby, it’s a game we’re playing; so, enjoy the pleasures that I am allowing.”

“Pleasures?” Sam quipped.

“Yes. Liberties, if you prefer. I’ve made no effort to stop you from mashing my tits against your chest. With me in so close you have not had to fake eye contact with me, and sneak peeks at my mostly uncovered boobs; you’ve been able to have close up, long looks at them.

Also, many times your hands have been smoothing out wrinkles in my dress, especially the part that covers my ass, with no rebuke, except that I put them back on my hip.”

“A game? Well, I thought… you know… that maybe you wanted… I’m sorry, I…” he stuttered out an answer, but she cut him off before he could finish.

“Don’t apologize. I would be insulted if you hadn’t tried something. Look, my husband and I are trying something new tonight. Let’s keep dancing and having fun. When Mike has had enough of watching you with me, he’ll come up and cut in.”

“He’s not going to go off on me, is he?”

“Not if he wants to get laid. Actually, before I agreed to play this game, I made him promise to not only behave, but buy the guy a drink before we leave. We don’t want any sour feelings. If you play your cards right, I might give you a treat, like a flash look at a nipple.”

Allie giggled to herself as she felt Sam twitch as he digested what she had just suggested. She had played the game well; the men, particularly Sam, were rebuked for taking liberties, but only mildly; which encouraged them to continue to try.

Normally, the freedoms that the men attempted would have brought harsh penalties, if not a slap in the face. Surprisingly, Allie found that she enjoyed being a little naughty, since there was no fear of reprisal from her husband.

When Mike was sufficiently charged up, he approached the couple intending to replace her dance partner.

Rather than allowing him to cut in, she asked, “Mike, Honey, this is Sam. I think it would be a nice gesture if you invited he and I to the bar for a drink, since you are cutting off the dance that I had promised. I see that there are three open stools at the far end.”

“Yes, I agree.” Extending his hand, in a friendly gesture, he said, “Sam, nice to meet you; please bring Allie over and join me.”

Sam tentatively shook Mike’s hand and replied, “Thanks, love to.”

The three sat down and Mike ordered a round of drinks. As he finished the Jack and Coke, Mike whispered to his wife, “I can’t wait any longer, let’s go.”

Allie turned to her dance partner and said, “It was nice to meet you, Sam.”

“I guess that I didn’t play my cards well enough,” he replied, with a disappointed tone.

“Baby, have one more, Sam has been so gallant; I would like to finish the dance with him, OK?”

With a mildly confused look on his face Mike nodded and waved at the bartender. The song that was being played had ended, but within seconds, a lovely slow ballad began. Allie extended her hand; Sam hoped that the special treat was going to be granted.

As they danced Allie told Sam how much she had enjoyed their little game together, and that if she were single, things might be different. It was made very clear, however, that she was very much in love with her husband and no man stood a chance altering that.

“Allie, being with you tonight, holding you in my arms, will be the stimulant of many erotic dreams of me making love to you.” He said dreams, but he was thinking self-abuse sessions with her having the starring role.

Her plan was to get strategically positioned on the dance floor, where only Mike could see them closely. As they swayed to the music, she whispered in Sam’s ear, “Go ahead and put your hands on my butt and pull me tight.”

Complying with the request, his mind raced with fantasies of seeing this minx’s bare nipple.

“Is she really going to do it? Give me a peek at a nipple? Please God, let her do it,” he thought.

She was looking over her dance partner’s shoulder into her husband’s eyes and winked. Mike wondered what his pretty wife was up to as she slipped her thumbs into the spaghetti straps of her dress.

Speaking softly, she said, “I decided to give you more than just a flash.”

Both men were shocked when, she pushed away from Sam’s chest, while still holding the dresses’ straps, revealing her bare boobs. She felt his cock stiffen even more against her belly, then told him, “Enjoy the view, I’ll give you 5 seconds.”

The song finished soon after, and as it ended, she placed her hands around Sam’s neck and kissed him gently. It was not a steamy, take me, type of kiss… but for him it wasn’t like kissing his sister either as there was a little tongue action. When their lips (and tongues) parted, Allie said, “Thank you,” then they both rejoined Mike.

Sam was left at the bar alone in a stupor, as the married couple were anxious to cash in on the lust that had been generated. A near-by motel room had already been booked and they were inside and naked in a flash. The sex was animalistic, with neither lover having a need for foreplay. The night was a success, incredible for both of them.

Allie commented first in the post coital bliss, “I can’t believe that you allowed them so many liberties before stepping in. Didn’t you get pissed watching them grope me?”

“I confess that watching you allow other men to touch you like that stirred jealous feelings inside me, but I also got hard, knowing that I would be the one with the prize in the end. The last minutes, what you did with Sam, showing him your bare tits and then kissing him like that, caused the most intense, mixed feelings that I’ve ever had. But, I know that you love me, and I love you, Allie.”

What he did not reveal was that the images of men touching her and seeing her charms, lingered in the back of his mind. Though the experiment brought about the desired lust, and no feelings of betrayal by his wife were present, there remained a negative tint. He decided to bury any undesirable thoughts just like he had done before.

Her flashing Sam had not been the first time a stranger had seen her bare chest. Once before, on a vacation trip to the Caribbean, they were on a clothing optional beach. Both of them had downed several cocktails throughout the afternoon and when Mike dared her to take her top off; she surprised him and went the rest of the day without it. Many men had the pleasure of an unobstructed look at her, but the next day, having sobered up, she was embarrassed; Mike was amused, mostly.

The happy couple continued for many months reading different Lit stories, and twice more, reenacted the flirting wife routine. Unfortunately, the high level of excitement that was reached that first time was never duplicated. None of the men encountered “did it” enough for Allie to allow liberties like she had permitted Sam.

It was easier to stick to using the Lit tales in their own bed, which was still getting the desired results. Then a new wrinkle arose, their sexual supplement took a new turn.

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[Remember? I promised in the second paragraph that I would get back to the other discussion]

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They had been taking turns picking stories and Allie had been selecting them from many different categories, sometimes even using the “spinner feature” to get a random subject. She noticed Mike had begun picking stories with the same basic format. When he chose for that evening, she asked, “Baby, I’m seeing a pattern here. You’ve been picking ones that have a guy allowing his wife to be taken by another man. Is that something I need to worry about?”

Somewhat embarrassed by being called out, he fidgeted a bit instead of answering.

“Does that turn you on?” Allie asked, this question being more to the point.

“OK, OK, I admit it. There’s something about it, when we read it, I imagine you being the wife and me playing the stranger, as the husband sits off to the side watching, I get very turned on.”

“You being the stranger?” she asked.

Then, because he was stalling and she knew it, “Not turned on at pretending to be the husband?”

“Alright…I admit it… Some other times, I fantasize about being the guy watching his wife being satisfied. The look on her face as she cums, I don’t understand it, but that scene gets me so worked up, I could fuck a knothole in a tree.”

“Well, as long as we’re just reading about it, and you pound me into oblivion… I guess it’s OK… Fuck a knothole in a tree? Jesus Baby, your imagination is freaky sometimes.”

But that wasn’t the end of that discussion. It took a while before he gathered up courage enough to pose the question, “Would you like to try it for real?”

“No… No Mike, I love you with all of my heart. Something like that could destroy us. I don’t want to chance it. You aren’t proposing this in order to get a free pass to boink some hot bitch are you?”

“No, Baby, that never entered my mind.”

“Because if that’s it, I’ll straighten you out right now! I… don’t… share! You stick that dick in some other pussy and you’re out of here. I’m a jealous wife, and I’m already putting up with too many would-be home wreckers raping you with their eyes. I can’t hold you to blame for that, you are a delicious piece of eye candy, but if I catch you responding to one of them, I’ll castrate you with a dull knife… you got it?” she said, making an emotional response at the thought of her hubby bedding some other woman.

“I swear Baby, calm down. I’ve never considered cheating on you. You are the hottest, sexiest woman on the planet. Allie, this thing that I mentioned, doesn’t include anything like that.”

As time and sexual fun continued, every so often he would bring it up again. He added with his newest requests, that he could guarantee that he’d be alright in the aftermath, just like the husbands in the Lit stories.

Her responses became less absolute, but she still resisted saying, “I love you. I have no desire to be with another man at all. I do not need anyone but you making love to me. I’m so afraid that if I allowed it, you would find that fantasy is a completely different thing from reality. I’m terrified that after, you wouldn’t be able to look at me without seeing that other man’s cock going in and out of me, ruining what we have together.”

Mike’s tactic was to wear her resistance down over time, never pushing too hard when it was being discussed. His method was working. Her apprehension remained, but fantasies of being allowed to have a strange man take her, with no repercussions, were taking hold in her subconscious mind.

The next time Mike hinted at the subject; her answer challenged him more than expected: “Baby you need to understand, if… and this is just for the purpose of being crystal clear, IF, I agreed to do what you are suggesting, there are a couple of things that you need to wrap your head around and be honest with yourself. IF, I were to have sex with a guy, I would not be able to hold back.

“Once I started down that path, there would be a point at which I wouldn’t be able to stop. I know that I’d become so sexed up by the depravity of it all, that I’ll suck his cock and swallow his cum.

“I’ll rub my puss all over him, and beg him to lick me to heaven, followed by impaling myself and taking a ride on that dick until I can’t take anymore. And that may be quite a while.

“I will cum like a mad woman, and I will enjoy the hell out of it. Can you deal with that? Will you still love me and want to bed me after witnessing such a display?”

Her description of what it would be like stunned Mike and he didn’t answer. The question of whether or not to carry out the suggested fantasy seemed to be settled for the moment, at least for Allie since he didn’t respond, but she was wrong.

A few days later, while cuddling in bed, Mike gave his delayed reply, “I’ve given it a lot of thought. I wouldn’t want you to hold back, that you would get off with such intensity is the main turn on of it.

“I know I can handle it, as long as you still love only me, we’ll be good. I just feel this need. I can’t watch you in the throes of ecstasy if I’m absorbed and distracted by my own excited state. By the time I begin to recover, and can better pay attention, you are also recuperating and I have missed your peak. I want to experience your maximum climatic release when I’m in a condition to take it all in, with no distractions.”

Allie’s acceptance of his resolve was not instant. Over the next few weeks, as they continued to use Literotica Loving Wives stories to fuel their lust, Mike made several more, widely spaced-out requests for her to mimic the women in the stories.

Eventually, being drawn into the fantasy of having permission to sample a strange cock, she decided to give in to his request, but on her terms.

One night after an especially zealous tryst, brought about by another “Loving Wives” tale, where the wife is serviced while her husband watches, she addressed the issue, “Baby, I’m thinking of MAYBE granting your request… but… and this is a big BUT; I’m going to test your ability to handle my being with another man.”

“Don’t worry so much, I told you that I have thought this out and…”

She held up her hand to stop his words of confidence and laid out her thoughts, “First and foremost, I love you with all my heart and I can’t even bear the thought of losing you.”

With her hand still raised she continued, “I think that there is possibly a huge difference between reading and fantasizing about some story character doing something and ACTUALLY seeing me being fucked by another cock.”

Allie was deliberately using language stronger than her normal speech to get him focused on the facts of the request. “I’m terribly afraid that while the fantasy and the foreplay is exciting, when the actual act takes place, you will suddenly be appalled and our special connection could be broken forever. I remain scared to death that you would never again be able to gaze at me with adoration in your eyes. Terrified that every time you look at me, all you will see in your mind is his cock going in and out of my mouth or pussy.”

Mike flinched a little as she spoke so harshly, being used to milder, more loving words from his wife. He then denied that he had made such a misjudgment, that he could indeed handle it, adding, “Allie, if I don’t really like it, we’ll stop. No harm, no foul. We can just go back to the way it was.”

“I’m not convinced, and if we are going forward with this, it has to be on my terms. I intend to have you do a series of tests, each one more provocative. If, in my judgement you continue to find excitement with the actions that I take with other men, then, we continue. Only if you pass all of the tests to my satisfaction and with no regrets by you, I will, in the end, for you, bed another man in your presence.”

“I can do it. You’ll see… it will all be good. No worries,” claimed Mike.

“We’ll see. I like excitement as much as anybody, and most of my friends would tell me to jump at such an offer by a husband. But Mike, I’m so afraid of losing you.

“I want you to understand that I, DO, NOT, Need, This! I am totally happy with having sex with only you, forever. YOU, rock my world. For me, no one else is needed.”

“Don’t worry so much Baby, we’re locked in forever,” he reassured.

“I’ll have to get some kind of plan organized. We WILL NOT be doing anything where somebody we know might catch us. So, out of town places for drinks and dancing, even further away from home than our previous ‘play acting’ seem best. Also, I will not be bedding multiple men like some internet slut. My notion of this is to dance and talk to different men, one at a time until we find ‘the right guy,’ one who is respectful to both of us. We both need to be OK with ‘Mr. Right’ before we get involved too heavily with him. I couldn’t possibly have sex with a guy that I didn’t click with. When you’re working daylight, like next week can be your first test. I’ll do some internet surfing to locate some likely clubs.”

“Damn, Baby, when you said you would get a plan organized, I had no idea that you would be THIS thorough… NASA should hire you.”

Reluctantly, she admitted to herself that this discussion, where it was being laid out how she would come to have sex with another man while her husband watched had aroused her. She couldn’t help but wonder if, when it happened, the fear of losing her husband would vanish in favor of the forbidden lust of exploring a new cock.

In their previous role playing, she was very surprised that she had let herself get so carried away with Sam. She had exposed her bare tits and had allowed him to grind his groin against her belly, right in front of her husband, who seemed surprised, but not angry.

Allie remained conflicted between the memories of the naughty behavior she had already done, and the upcoming testing sequence, which promised to be even more provocative. She remained concerned about her husband’s reaction to her actually fucking a stranger.

With new hope that his wife had finally agreed to his appeal, Mike took Allie into his arms and pressed his erection into her. He was anxious to consummate the agreed plan by ravishing his wife. His intention was to seal the deal with sex; she did not reject her love’s advances.

————- test 1 ————–

The following week, Mike was still on daylight, with the weekend off; perfect for the first of many trials. Allie had done some on-line surfing and found an out of the way roadhouse called “The Double Deuce” where drinks, dancing and a large supply of male candidates was likely to be in attendance.

Allie dressed smokin’ hot in tight jeans and a nearly see-through blouse, highlighted by a revealing bra. They had arrived early so they could scope out the place and stake a claim on a secluded table in case a more in-depth interview of a male contender was desired. With their order of drinks, popcorn, and some chips delivered and placed to hold the table, they joined a few others on the floor.

When they got out there, Mike reiterated what every man in the place was thinking, “Jesus Allie, you look hot as hell.”

“That’s part of it I guess, looking like I’m available… but thanks for the compliment.”

After some dancing, they sat back down to review the rules of engagement, which Allie drew up. First, under NO circumstance was she going to have sex with any other guy that night. Second, if at any time she raised her hand above her head, it was a signal for Mike to come rescue her from undesired attention. Both hands in the air meant urgency, as in NOW… RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

Next, before each test situation she would ask Mike, “Any changes?” His answer was required, he could not keep silent. “No changes” meant that he agreed to proceed. If he became the least bit uncomfortable, he was to reply “yes,” that there was a change and something needed discussion. The experiment would immediately stop and the conversation would be had at home.

They chose a safe word, “Armageddon,” which, if used by either of them would likely end the experiment permanently.

They had agreed that a good way to get the ball rolling was for Allie to go to the bar alone to order drinks. Enticing as she was, dressed that way, she would certainly be asked to dance. The gentleman would be required to accompany her back to their table, introduce himself, and ask Mike’s permission to dance with Allie.

Her plan was to begin with respectable contact between a man and another man’s wife for a dance or two. Her reasoning was that if the guy couldn’t begin as a gentleman, he was disqualified before they got started. The matter of the liberties that might be allowed these men was entirely up to Allie, Mike had no say what-so-ever, except to be able to call a halt to the whole thing at any time. This initial dance gave opportunity for Allie to size up the man’s character and see if she had any attraction to him.

With little surprise, she was approached within a couple of minutes at the bar. Mike could see some head nodding, then the man walked away, he wasn’t agreeable to asking her husband’s approval. Shortly, another man entered her space, and some conversation took place between them. That guy, Bill, escorted her back to the table and placed a drink in front of Mike and said, “The lady says that I need to ask your permission to request a dance from her.”

“It’s a proper thing to do, I think. I’ll agree with whatever choice that my wife makes,” Mike answered.

As Bill turned toward Allie, she extended her hand for him to lead her to the floor. The first dance seemed to go smoothly enough, but during the middle of the second, Bill started getting handsy and Allie stopped moving in the middle of the floor. There was some discussion between them, then they resumed dancing, but not for long. She left him standing on the floor alone.

Returning to the table she found a questioning look on her husband’s face. “As I began to bring up our purpose here, he wanted to move too fast, he was disrespectful to you, and I won’t have that,” she stated with emphasis on the “to you.”

“What did he say?” Mike asked with some anger starting to show.

“Look Baby, we can’t suggest to men what we are doing here without risking them jumping the gun. He asked me to go out in the parking lot and suck his cock, then implied that I need a real man. Now hear me good, if you can’t trust me to deal with the assholes in search of Mr. Right, we leave now. Experiment over; got it?”

“OK, I got it. But I don’t like guys saying trash about us, especially you.”

“I won’t allow disrespect, but you have to admit, we are stirring a volatile potion, and I’m only hoping to find one decent guy. Part of me hopes we don’t find anybody, and quit this thing before it bites us in the ass,” she said with foreboding in her voice.

Mike nodded in agreement, and she asked, “Any changes?”

“No changes.”

Allie made her way to the bar again, but a medium sized cowboy with a Texan’s hat and ego, intercepted her and asked for a dance, taking hold of both of her arms. She tried to insist that he must first go ask her husband, but he was being somewhat obnoxious and told her, “Darlin’, I have been watchin’ you and Bill told me what y’all are up to. Your man needs some stud service for his mare. Honey, I’ll give you a ride that you won’t soon forget.”

As she struggled to get an arm free to raise it to signal Mike, another man somewhat larger and definitely better put together, interceded, saying, “Fella, let the lady go. I won’t ask twice.”

Tex retained his grip on her arms, and said, “You want to take this outside?” Then motioned to a couple of his buddies to indicate that he would have help.

By then most of the roadhouse, except Mike, was aware that there was something worth watching and though the music played and the patrons kept dancing, all heads were turned toward the two men. Being seated in the booth, Mike simply could not see or hear any of the confrontation.

The stranger then said, “I’ll be happy to accommodate you,” and motioned toward an exit, adding, “half of the men in this bar are my friends, so it will be JUST me and you.”

Tex suddenly felt the need to be elsewhere, saying, “I didn’t mean nothin’,” and left the club with his two buddies.

Finally able to break her stunned amazement at the sudden and thorough dispatching of an unwanted dance partner by the well-dressed stranger, Allie managed, “Thank you, he was making me very uncomfortable.”

“You need to be careful, some of these guys are long haul truckers, away from home, plus being randy as a goat, their manners are not always what they should be,” said the man that did not give any indication of being a trucker or a cowboy.

Then looking down at her wedding rings, he asked, “Is your husband here?”

Allie blushed a deep red. The fact that she was about to dance with a horny cowboy instead of her husband, profoundly embarrassed her. Before she found the words to respond, he continued, “Hey, no need to be self-conscious, many married women accept a dance with a fella, nothing wrong with dancing… just need to be careful, like having a signal to summon help.”

“My husband doesn’t like to dance much and is OK with me accepting an invite or two,” she said making up an innocent story line to prevent her from feeling like a slut.

Then she continued, “I… we do have a sign. If I raise my hand, my hubby comes over and politely whisks me away. If I raise both hands he is to come quickly, but I have made him promise not to get into a fight. That guy was holding both of my arms and I couldn’t signal Mike, that’s my husband. Thanks again.”

“Glad to be of assistance; the name’s Ray, by the way.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ray… mine’s Allie.”

“I would really like a dance with you, but I believe in requesting the permission of the lady’s man first. Would you be offended if I approached Mike with that goal?”

“Not at all. Please, come over and I’ll introduce you.”

“Actually, I think it would be proper to buy y’all a round and bring them to the table with me… what are you two having?”

“Jack and Coke for both of us would be nice,” was her quick response. She liked this guy, and immediately entertained the notion that maybe he’d be willing to be the subject for Mike’s testing.

“I lost track of you out there? Something going on… did I miss a signal?” Mike asked as she swung into the booth.

“There was an asshole, but he is gone. I met a guy, a really nice guy that stepped in when I was unable to get my arms up. He went to buy us a round… here he comes.”

“Allie said that you like Jack and Coke,” he said as he placed a drink in front of both her and Mike.

“Yes, please join us. I’m Mike Hunter and I’m supposing that you already met my wife, Allie.”

“Yes, we’ve met, briefly. I’m Ray Hodges,” the stranger introduced himself as he offered a handshake.

The two men exchanged the aged, but not outdated greeting.

“Please sit, join us, and thank you for interceding with that jerk,” Mike offered.

“He was being an ass, but you’re both welcome. Actually, I have used an old technique to gain favor with you,” Ray said to Mike.

“I respect direct people. What is it that I might do for you?”

“I would like your permission to ask your wife to dance.”

“Is that all that you are requesting?” asked Mike, causing Allie to turn crimson.

“In cases where the entire subject is highly complex, it is good to address one issue at a time… don’t you think?” Ray answered, skillfully skirting a potential decorum trap.

“Ah… Well done. As for asking my lovely bride to dance, she makes her own choices. I can only suggest that you ask her directly.”

“Allie, would you do me the honor of a dance?” Ray asked.

“If the two of you didn’t soon quit being so civil, I was going to go get someone else to dance with,” she said laughing.

Her quip was received as intended, and they all had a good chuckle, relieving some of the small, yet noticeable tension between the three of them. Mike and Allie knew exactly why they were at that club, and though Ray hadn’t said a thing to suggest that he was on to their scheme, they were both positive that he was savvy enough to be fairly certain what game was being played.

When they began the dance, the usual small talk was exchanged. Ray decided to wait until Allie broached the subject that was on both of their minds.

Allie sucked in a breath and began, “Look Ray, you’re a pretty smart guy and have likely got Mike and me pegged, but I’ll lay it out so there are no hard feelings, or misunderstandings. My husband and I have been spicing up our sex life reading erotic stories and imagining that we are the characters.

“Lately, tales where the husband watches his wife being taken by another man have become Mike’s favorite.”

“I think I like where this is headed,” said Ray, smiling from ear to ear.

“You need to understand… I am deeply in love with my man, but he asked me to actually do that for him. Even though I’m considering granting his request, I have a deep fear that we will ruin what we have, so I have a lot of rules. If it is to happen, it must happen my way. I intend to run a series of tests. Mike will need to pass each one before we move on to the next, each one becoming more intense. The finale, of course, is watching me being…”

“Made love to? Allie, I don’t judge people. I’m no saint, and I may have more kink in me than everyone here combined. So, go ahead and tell me your rules.”

As they continued to dance, she began laying out her plan.

“I don’t have them in a particular order in my head, so I’ll just blurt them out.”

Ray smiled at this embarrassed young woman’s attempt to relate in a near clinical manner, how she and her spouse intended on doing something that would be considered unthinkable to most people. Instead of speaking, he nodded his head for her to continue.

“The man we’re looking for must be a lot of things. He must show the utmost respect for my husband, and me of course, and that is non-negotiable. I’m mostly concerned that Mike is treated properly, considering the gift that he’s offering. We also need to find an individual that we both like, that there’s some chemistry among the three of us, like we would all be friends outside of this game. I’m not saying that we should be, I don’t think that would be healthy for my marriage, but that we could have been under other circumstances. This is probably even more critical for me, I couldn’t possibly ‘do it’ with a guy that I don’t even like.”

Ray chuckled at that, quickly recovering with an apology, “I’m sorry Allie, I’m not laughing at you, it’s the circumstances. You are obviously uncomfortable saying these things, yet you have sucked up your emotions and are stating your rules like a lawyer negotiating a corporate contract.”

“Alright Ray, good save. I can see the humor too. I am nervous, I’ve never dreamed of having a conversation like this with ANY man, let alone one that I had just met.”

“How about this? I’ll state a few things, you just listen. If you agree, or perhaps what I’m saying is the same as your rules, you’ve but to nod your head. If I say something questionable, press me for clarification, OK?” Ray suggested.

“Please. I’d be so relieved if I didn’t have to say much more.”

“The gentleman, and he MUST be every bit of the definition, that you both are seeking must be patient. You seem uncertain that you’ll follow through, so the last thing that you need is to be pushed. He must anticipate that you might panic and leave suddenly. His response needs to be one of understanding, and not get mad or frustrated at the progress toward a common goal,” Ray stated as Allie nodded her head, until the last two words.

“Common goal?” she questioned.

“Yes, I’ve been observing you and Mike since I arrived tonight, and had speculated your purpose as I watched you interact with different men. When I intruded into that cowboy’s space, I had already made up my mind that I wanted to be ‘the guy’ you were looking for.”

“Jesus, were we that obvious?”

“No, reading people is something I’m very good at. Part of my job actually.”

“What is it that you do?”

“Let’s leave the personal info out of it for now, OK?”

“Yes, I don’t really want you to know much about us either. We probably should have kept our last names out of it also,” she said, wondering if too much had already been revealed.

“Allie, here’s the short version. I think that you are a very special lady that just happens to be hotter than hell. I want to be the one. I’ll comply with whatever pace that you set for us to take and I’ll not press you.

“I’ll ALWAYS treat you and your husband with the proper respect. I’ll only do things, like caress your body, as and when directed by you. Normally, a guy has to read a girl and guess when she wants more intimacy. In this case, the need to guess is absent. You’ll decide what and when and I’ll do only as you say.

“As much as I want to be the one chosen, I’m willing to take my turn as you dance with and consider other options. If I’m not selected, I’ll wish you and Mike well, move along and not give you any reason to regret meeting me,” he said, finishing his bid for the role.

“Ray, please take me back to the table now.”

As he escorted her back to the booth where Mike was patiently waiting, he thought, “Damn, I must have insulted her somehow.”

As she slid into the seat she turned and said, “Ray, Sweetheart, would you be so kind as to get me another drink? Oh, and it looks like Mike is ready also.”

Somewhat stunned that he had misread her so badly, he replied, “Of course, three Jack and Cokes coming right up.”

Mike looked at his wife and mouthed, “Sweetheart?”

“Well, Mr. Hodges doesn’t seem right. Mike, Baby, I really like this guy. He exceeds all of our requirements and I can tell that you approve of him too, am I right?”

“Yes, I do, I guess. Just seems weird for me; answering that question, considering why we are in contact with him. He seems like a real straight up guy, but your approval is the most important… Sweetheart?”

“Saying ‘Ray’ all of the time seems awkward. I picked ‘Sweetheart’ because it’s a name that I never use with you… you’re always Baby, or Honey. Look, if things pan out the way you are asking, I’ll be doing the nasty with him and I think that I’m entitled to have a pet name for a man that I’m screwing!”

“Ease up Baby, I wasn’t criticizing. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“OK, I’m sorry too. I’m just a little keyed up… a few moments ago it hit me that I might have just selected a man to have sex with in front of my husband.

With three drinks in hand Ray came back to the table having surmised that a yea / nay vote was being taken on him being the man for the job. The three of them talked while sipping their drinks, however not one word was spoken concerning the elephant in the room.

Having downed most of her drink quickly (for her) Allie asked Ray to take her back out to dance, a slow ballad was playing.

While dancing, he waited patiently for her to bring up the subject.

“I’ve decided to sometimes call you Sweetheart, is that OK?”

“I’m sure as hell good with it, but what about your husband?”

“I already ran it past him, it’s not a pet name that I use for Mike. I told him that I needed a more intimate way to talk to you, if you are going to be our accomplice in this experiment, but I don’t think you should reciprocate with a pet name for me.”

“OK, got it… you are always just Allie. So that I don’t misunderstand… Are Mike and you selecting me to be the one?”

“Maybe. We like you. We like your gentlemanly demeanor. At this point, it’s actually my call, you might be the one. I’m asking you if you would be willing to jump through the hoops that I need to confirm, and I mean beyond ANY DOUBT what-so-ever that my husband really wants what he thinks he wants.”

“Meaning, watch you having sex with me? I’m sorry if I come off kind of crude, but at this point, I want to be absolutely certain of what we are talking about.”

“Ray, Sweetheart, I don’t think you could be crude if you wanted to be. Yes, I’m talking about you screwing me silly while my husband watches. There, I said it as crude as I know how. We need to be 100% straight with each other from here on out.”

“Before you sign on the dotted line, some clarification is needed,” she explained.

“I’ll do whatever; but go ahead and clarify.”

“You are never to speak to Mike about your purpose, I feel that could humiliate him. I won’t have that. All activity that we do, I decide, you do ONLY as I request, no audibles.”

“You needn’t have told me that, I had already had that figured out.”

“I know, that’s why we are considering asking you, but I want 100% understanding between us. Further, and this could be a deal breaker for you; I may bail on this at any time, perhaps several times over the course of my testing Mike’s resolve. I will not promise that you will get to take me at the end of this. Mike or I may chicken out, especially me. If I think that my marriage is in jeopardy, I’ll abort until I’m sure that it’s not.

“You have to be ready and willing to put up with me being fickle. Still IN, Sweetheart?”

“Allie, I’ll do whatever it takes to have the privilege of having sex with you. Yes, I’m IN… ALL IN.”

“Good, that’s settled, your patience is greatly appreciated. Now dance me back over to the booth, I want to take the last sip of my drink, but we’re not going to sit down,” she said. Arriving at their booth, Allie separated enough from Ray to pick up her glass and clinked it with Mike’s, saying, “Baby, I love you. Any changes?”

Mike shifted his gaze from his beloved to Ray and back, realizing that the agreement had been made. It was now all up to Allie to direct the evening’s events.

He quickly replied, “No changes.”

She leaned over and kissed her hubby lustfully, and said, “Then it’s on to test 1.”

The newly formed couple returned to the dance floor and immediately she whispered in his hear, “Hold me tight enough that he can see my tits rubbing your chest. When we’re dancing, keep as near to my husband as reasonably possible. Mike must always be able to witness my naughtiness, but I don’t want to be a spectacle for others.”

“Got it,” was the short, but appropriate answer.

Two hours had elapsed since Ray first became part of their world. Last call was coming soon and Allie decided to up the stakes a little. After ensuring that Mike had an unobstructed view, she kissed Ray on the neck, and as her lips lingered there she whispered, “Sweetheart, reach in my back pocket and get my phone out… Don’t rush it, take a good feel of my ass doing it.

Ray reached behind her and teased the phone up and out with skilled finger work on her butt cheek. After giving it to her, she asked, and he whispered his number, which she entered into her contacts. She would then be able to give him a heads-up on arranging his time to be available for the next “test.”

With the number stored, she asked him to put it back where it was with similar care.

When it was announced that the last set of two slow songs had begun, she told Ray, “Sweetheart, grab my ass with both hands and grind your hot body into mine.”

As he did, he mused, “I wonder how far test 2 will go…” Then out loud, he said, “God, you feel so good up against me like that.”

When the dance ended, she said, “Sweetheart, I’m dancing the last one with my husband. I’ll be in touch.”

Allie moved up on her tip toes and kissed Ray firmly on the lips. After a brief, but heated tongue exploring kiss, the two headed in opposite directions; Ray to the bar and Allie needed only three steps to reach Mike.

“I saved the last one for my love,” she said pulling an aroused husband into her arms.

They engaged in a lover’s embrace as they began to dance, but not for long. Impatience ruled the moment as both were so overcome with lust that they were out the door before the song was over. Good planning had them booked into a room at a nearby Holiday Inn Express, so it was only minutes to get to a private place to finish what had begun.

They did manage to make it into the room, before expressing if the results of test 1 was a passing score. They wore each other out, sampling all forms of sexual interaction. Finally, both sated, they slept until the replay was done in the morning’s light. After the coupling, Allie giggled, “Ready for test 2? Any changes?”

“Mike, where are you? I asked if there are any changes,” she repeated.

“Oh, I guess I was distracted for a moment. No changes,” he answered, without mentioning that he was feeling a bit jealous that Allie seemed to be quite taken with Ray.

Mike began a two-week afternoon shift the following Monday, with visits to family occupying the weekend, so further testing would be delayed. Allie thought it was good that there was a chance for her to reflect on their activities. With no one at home that evening she decided to make a phone call to Kate. The two had shared every detail of their sexual exploits their entire lives, though her sister had 10 times the stories.

She also sent a text to Ray, “Thanks for the great time Friday, Mike’s on afternoon for a couple of weeks, but I’ll drop a note when we’re heading out again and where… if you’re interested.”

Waiting for 20 minutes with no reply gave Allie the idea that maybe on reflection, Ray had reconsidered how much he really wanted to be involved in an iffy venture. So, she dialed up Kate, “Hey Sis, it’s me. What’s up in the world of hot women?”

“Not that much, actually. Jeff is still pissed at me for flirting at that party… I don’t think we’re going to make it. What’s happening in your world, did you try what I told you about that web site?”

Allie went on to tell her sister a watered-down version of first reading Lit stories. Then as she described acting out a naughty wife escapade, she relayed the events in their entirety. Kate was shocked, “Jesus Al, you actually showed that guy your bare tits? What did Mikey say… did he get mad?”

“No, he didn’t. In fact, he fucked the living hell out of me.”

“H-o-l-y shit. You go girl. Next, you’ll be telling me that he’s going to get some guy to fuck you in front of him, like so many of the Lit Loving Wives.”

She had not intended to let Kate in on the latest developments, but the silence gave her away.

“Jesus H. Christ. You and Mikey discussed it. Oh shit, you’ve already done it? Damn, who is he? What was it like? Spill it, ALL of it,” Kate shot out, her excitement boiling over.

“No. Damn it, NO. We haven’t done it,” was Allie’s fast response. But her lack of a quick follow-up refuting the initial question was as good as telling Kate the subject had been raised.

“Son of a bitch. My older sister. Who would ever believe?”

“Please Kate, keep this between us. If Mike finds out you know, it could destroy his self-esteem. It could hurt us both, badly. Promise me. Older sister my ass, we’re only a year apart for heaven sakes.”

“You know that your secret is safe. I wouldn’t dream of messing with Mikey’s head, I love him too, ya’ know.”

“Yes, I know, you’re always telling me how much you would like to jump his bones.”

“You know that I’m just fuckin’ with you. Anyway, are you going to do it? Crap, a free pass to get some strange, married girls I know would kill for a chance like that. Did he say why he wants that? Just curious, it’s a trait I’ll want in any future man of mine.”

Allie went on briefly, explaining what Mike had said about getting to watch her having an extreme climax and her concern that he might not be able to handle it, should she really do it. Then explained about her testing plan, and finally about Ray.

“If you don’t do anything else, you have to introduce me to Ray. I won’t take a NO on that.”

“We’ll see. Test 1 was, well, similar to what I did with Sam, except that I didn’t flash my tits.”

“And when will test 2 be?”

“I don’t know. Maybe never. I’m still terrified that I could lose Mike over this.”

“Naw, never happen. He’s too much in love with you.”

“Which is why it could go sideways. What if the reality disgusts him and he can never look at me again without reliving it? Besides, I texted Ray and he’s not answering, maybe he’s decided to be out of it now.”

“You’re such a pessimist. Look Al, I gotta go, meetin’ the girls… going dick shopping. Keep me up to speed on this. Love you.”

Allie answered in kind and the call was over. A glass of wine, a Lit story, and her vibrator seemed like a good plan for the rest of the night.

As she sorted through the various stories, a Wife Sharing one caught her eye. “Why not?” she thought to herself.

It was a typical tale, the husband wanted to watch and a reluctant wife acquiesced. As the moment of the character’s lust drove her to the peak, Allie was reaching the same point rapidly thrusting the vibrator into her sex.

Her phone buzzed with a text: “Sorry for the delayed answer. I’m ready and eager for the next test.”

Due to the fact that Allie was already most of the way there, seeing Ray’s text drove her over the top and she came like gang busters, whimpering, “Rayyyyyyy, Swwwwwweetheart,” then collapsed back onto the couch in a fetal position and fell asleep for an hour.

————- Test 2 ————-

With the obligatory afternoon shifts out of the way, Mike would be on daylight for a couple of tours. He was grateful that he never had to work night shift, something just seemed wrong about going to work at midnight. The first week went by and no mention of the next test was made. Both spouses were waiting for the other to bring it up, neither did.

The weekend was not a loss however, as they had gone out, had a very nice dinner, followed by a few cocktails in the restaurant’s lounge. When they arrived back at their house Mike suggested reading a Lit story. Allie agreed and a torrid sex session followed.

Keeping in character with the woman in the story, who was giving her ass to her lover for the first time, Allie got on all fours and presented herself. It was not the first time Mike had the pleasure, but there was no lack of enthusiasm on his, or her part.

After delivering a massive load into her bowels, he said, “I thought you might have had a second test lined up for me this weekend.”

“I wasn’t sure you wanted to continue; you hadn’t said anything. Is that what you want? The next phase? Test 2? Any changes?” she asked.

“No, no changes. I just didn’t want to seem pushy,” he answered.

“Well, I didn’t want to have the appearance of being eager. I feel that I must keep making two points as we tread along such a delicate path.”

“What’s that? I thought we had everything ironed out,” he replied.

“I’m just trying to be clear; I don’t want this experiment thrown back in my face. As I have said before; I do not need or desire to have another man. I’m human though, and as a guy like Ray is allowed to do things, sexual things to me, I have to admit… I like it. But, I can walk away. You… are the only thing that I can’t bear to walk away from.

“The other thing is that there will BE NO Reciprocation on my part. I don’t know if that sounds hypocritical to you or not; but you don’t get to fuck some strange pussy in return. I will not waver on this point… never,” she said reminding him again.

“I know Baby, we covered that. Trust me, that’s not what I’m looking for.”

“Alright then, next Saturday. I’ve got something in mind, I’ll contact Ray. No changes?”

“No Baby, no changes.”

Allie selected a new club that they had never been to, “The Oasis.” Ray was contacted and agreed to the time and place. On their way there they drove past the exclusive Waterford Country Club. Mike expressed that he had always wanted to play there but he didn’t know anyone with access.

While driving to the night club, Allie said that this evening she decided to turn the tables, switching the line-up, as baseball fans might say. Watching her beloved sitting alone at a booth most of the evening, while she was in another’s arms had been bothering her. It was an unsettling feeling that others there sensed that Mike was being cuckolded, and she did not want her hubby humiliated.

That night’s plan was to stop short of arriving at the club. Allie was to get into Ray’s pick-up truck and go in as a couple. Mike was to go in alone, and occasionally, come over and ask Ray’s woman (Allie) to dance. This would make it seem like Ray was the man with a woman under siege. Further, when she did dance with Ray, she could permit all of the liberties a woman might allow her lover without an excuse.

As she got out of the car to hop in Ray’s truck, Mike slipped Allie some money, “For Ray, he’s been laying out all of the money and that’s not right.”

When she got in the truck, she offered the cash, saying, “Mike insists that you take this.”

Ray tried to refuse, but she reminded him that they played by her rules and she didn’t want to be making a decision about sex that had a financial component.

The evening was progressing well, Allie was dirty dancing up a storm with Ray, which had Mike’s insides churning. All of the men in the place noted the hot looking wife practically fucking her husband on the dance floor, especially her real husband.

Mike was able to get an occasional dance with Allie, but was somewhat surprised when she quickly moved his hand from her ass back to her side and pushed to keep space between them. She said, “Tonight, Ray is my husband.”

Mike simply nodded, he understood. After the song was over, Mike thanked Allie, and Ray, when he returned her to their booth. He then returned to his seat at the bar, and ordered another drink.

Eventually, nature called and Allie went to the ladies’ room. On returning she panicked, there was a guy on the bar stool next to Mike… and she knew him. It was one of her husband’s friends, one that would no doubt recognize her. The test could not proceed for obvious reasons, so she retreated to the back of the lounge out of sight and called Ray’s cell.

“Now there’s a call that I hadn’t expected. What’s up?” Ray asked when he answered his phone.

“See that guy that just sat down next to Mike?”

“Yeah, who’s he?”

“That’s Richie Cunningham, one of Mike’s friends. I don’t know what the hell that he’s doing here, but he’d recognize me in a heartbeat.”

“OK, what do you want to do?”

“Pay the tab and meet me in the back, while I think of something.”

“OK Allie, I’ll be right there.”

A few minutes later…

“You come up with a plan?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got an idea. Mike will have already figured out that I’ve seen Richie and had disappeared so that he would not see me. I’m going to text Mike a revised plan. Ray, you are now a businessman and in need of arranging some special security. A friend referred you to Mike, and you took him golfing today at Waterford Country Club to entice him to take on the special assignment.”

“OK, I’m sure that I can handle that. Now what?”

“As soon as Mike texts back, acknowledging that he’s up to speed, head back to the bar to thank him for considering your offer and buy a round. About that time, I’ll call Mike, likely say hello to Richie, and provide Mike an opportunity to say goodbye to all and leave the club. You ditch Richie as soon as you can, I’ll wait in your truck, oh… can I have the keys?”

“Here you go. Sounds like a really good plan, considering that you came up with it in a matter of minutes.”

They could see Mike looking at his phone at the bar, moments later he replied to Allie’s text, “Good plan. Richie hasn’t even asked why I’m here yet; he’s been going on about himself. Ray can join us at any time.”

Allie responded with a quick “thumbs up emoji” while also letting Ray see her phone. She left for the truck; Ray headed to the bar. When he approached Mike, an introduction to Richie was made.

The plan went off without a hitch, Richie bought it completely, having no reason to suspect a thing.

Having allowed a little time to pass, Allie called Mike, “Hey Baby, what ‘ya doin’?”

“I’m at the Oasis Club with that guy that wants me to do that security gig that I was telling you about. You’ll never guess who came in.”

“Who?”

“Richie.”

“Really? I’ll say hi.” Mike pressed the speaker and she continued, “Hi Richie.”

“Hi Allie,” was his short response.

“Hey, don’t keep my hubby out there too long, he doesn’t dare get a D.U.I., he’s a freakin’ cop you know, and would get in all kind of trouble.”

Mike killed the speaker function, put the phone back to his ear and said, “Don’t worry Baby, we’re just about done here.”

Ray spoke up, “I’m ready to call it a night. Look, thanks for considering my proposal; let me know what you decide.”

Then turning to Richie, “Nice to meet you, Richie.”

The men all shook hands, the drinks were finished up and to enhance the “big spender” illusion, Ray picked up the tab.

Mike got in his car and called Allie’s cell.

“Hello, Baby,” she answered seductively.

“That was close, where did you get that security detail idea?”

“I’m pretty good under pressure, I guess,” she replied.

“Where are you now?”

“In Ray’s truck.”

“Jesus Baby, you’ve got me so worked up, I can’t hardly wait. So, do we meet back up at the same place, and you jump back in with me?” Mike asked, anxious to get her alone.

“Don’t start driving back yet. I’m sending you a text.”

Within a couple of minutes, a message popped up on Mike’s phone, “I’ll get back in with you, but only if you don’t want to finish this test.”

“What do you have in mind?” Mike texted back, as his mind raced through possible scenarios that she might come up with.

“If Ray is willing, I could ask him to drive me home, turns out that he doesn’t live that far from us. When we arrive, I’ll invite him in for a drink, just like I might have done if this were a real date. Then, maybe we’ll get a little cozy and let you catch us making out like a couple of teenagers. What do you think?”

“Did you just come up with this plan also?” Mike asked.

“No, I thought it up before Richie even arrived. So, what do you think?” she asked.

“What if I get delayed or something?” he asked, stalling to give an answer while trying to figure out how this would work.

“Baby, we won’t start anything until you text me that you are in position to see what we are doing. Then it’s up to you to decide when to bust in on us. Look, I’m not going to allow removal of any clothing, but it will get steamy. And nothing; absolutely nothing will happen until you signal that you’re ready.”

“I guess this is to complete test 2?” he asked making sure that he was on the same page as his wife.

“Yes, I want to judge your reaction when I’m in a private setting, increasing the physical contact more than can be done at a club. Any changes?”

“No changes for me, but what about Ray? He’ll be going home with blue balls again… right?”

“I’ll ask him.”

Allie explained her plan to Ray and asked if he was still “IN.”

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” was his response.

“We’re on. You can play act a little drama if you want when you bust in on us… something like: ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Then throw Ray out of the house; but nothing physical. Just acting, got it?”

“Got it. I’ll make it look good, he leaves, then I punish you, right?”

“OK, no rough stuff though. Baby, can you stay in your lane with this?”

“Yes, I know that Ray is only playing along with what we’re asking of him. I’m in control, and as far as getting physical with you… you know that I would never really hurt you, please tell me that you know that. Don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. I just don’t want you getting caught up in the moment, that’s all. OK, see you there.”

The plan was set. While on the way back Allie laid out the entire plan for the rest of the evening including the mock argument that would take place and assure herself that Ray could also remain in character and not respond violently to Mike.

The couple arrived at the house first, having acquired a significant lead. While Mike kept his car parked during all of the texting, they had been driving back. Once inside Allie fixed three drinks, leaving one on the kitchen table for Mike to sip while watching his naughty wife. She had mixed herself a double as she considered what she was about to be doing with Ray.

Settled on the couch, Ray swung his arm around her but got slightly rebuffed, “Not yet. Not till he texts me that he’s ready,” she warned, but was secretly as anxious to begin as Ray.

Then, “OK, ready,” came over Allie’s phone, and she took a deep breath and whispered, “Kiss me,” to Ray.

As their lips met, the heat between them tripled. Their tongues each found the other’s and the dual of sexual stimulation was well underway.

Mike’s mind was in a maze of conflicting emotions. He was watching the love of his life, being intimate with another man. The characters in the Loving Wives stories often described that they had felt jealousy and anger at first, or in conjunction with lust. That seeing their mate become so stimulated, had also turned them on. In the stories, the better the husband could control his negative thoughts, the more rewarding the whole experience became.

He also wrestled with just when he should step in. If she wasn’t going to permit Ray to undress her, then the groping would build to a peak with nowhere else to go except dry humping like a couple of beginners. The timing of the intrusion was critical. Too soon and he’d ruin the test. If he was too late, there would be an awkward pause when the two “lovers” should be moving on to removing clothing, but couldn’t, ruining the moment.

Holding himself back from running in and put a stop to the display in front of him turned out to be harder than it had seemed. The characters in the stories did it so easily, yet Mike was having difficulty holding back. He thought that maybe it was because this was the first time, then another thought crept in.

“Was Allie right?” he thought to himself. “I know she’s only doing this for me. I asked her to. I don’t feel any less in love with her. I’ll hold off just a little longer.”

The scene on the couch had been increasing in intensity steadily. Ray had been moving more and more into Allie’s space, her arms around him, pulling him in. Kissing him with passion nearly equal to the lust often given to her husband.

With her paramour practically on top of her, the urgency to pull Ray against her body waned as there was one other stimulation that she always desired. Allie took ahold of Ray’s hands and placed them on her tits as she continued to attack his mouth with hers.

Having her breasts fondled had always increased her lust. As he massaged those magnificent globes her knees separated allowing Ray to press his throbbing member against her sex, with only thin layers of clothing between them.

Immediately he began to grind his cock against her. The movement was countered by Allie raising her hips to meet each thrust.

As the pace quickened, Mike chose that moment to invade the sanctum yelling, “What the hell is going on here?”

Both Allie and Ray froze, having partially forgotten about her husband and the purpose of the make out session. At that moment, they both had a similar thought, “Why couldn’t he have waited 15 more seconds, I was so close.”

“What do you think you’re doing with my wife,” shouted Mike. Which brought both of the would-be lovers back out of their fog.

Ray was the first of the two to get on script, “I’m sorry man, we didn’t mean to…”

“Baby, it’s not what you think,” chimed in Allie.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” Mike yelled at Ray, but his voice lacked any actual malice.

“Alright man… OK, I’m going'” Ray replied, got up and moved toward the kitchen door that Mike had left partly open.

Then continuing the make-believe Mike said to Allie, “You cheat on me in my own house?”

“I’m sorry, Baby. We just got carried away. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re damned right it won’t. Now get those pants off, that ass belongs to me.”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“Get that top off too, I want you naked and bent over this couch that you were disrespecting me on.”

“Baby, you know I only love you,” she said as the last thread of her clothing hit the floor.

Mike hadn’t lost it, not completely anyway. The smacks on her bare butt were more than playful, but not hard enough to cause Allie actual pain. As she was naked and leaning forward supporting herself with the arm of the couch, it was Allie that lost it. Her husband dropped to his knees behind her, reached around taking both of her tits into his hands and attacked her pussy with his tongue.

Instantly she regained the lust that she had worked up with Ray and was enthusiastically humping her pussy back at her lover’s oral ministrations. In a short time, she wanted to be taken, her feet each moved apart and she whispered a plea to be fucked.

Turning to look back at her husband, she caught a glimpse of Ray, he had not left the house. Neither of the lovers had noticed that his truck had not been started up and driven away. Seeing that he was caught peeking, Ray smiled at her.

Though she didn’t respond with a smile, no attempt to halt the imminent pounding Mike was about to deliver was made. It aroused her that Ray had seen her naked, and was about to watch her being fucked.

Her husband positioned himself, then entered fully in one push. Both participants began trying to make the pleasure providing phallus go as deep into her womb as it had ever been. Over and over, they slammed together, finally, as a climax was upon her, she let out, “Yes, yes, that’s it Sweet…” and came violently.

She then looked back toward the door, but the voyeur was gone, having escaped before the end of the frenzied mating. Allie forced herself to internalize the remaining commentary as she hoped that her hubby hadn’t caught on that she was fantasizing that it was Ray fucking her.

Before any words were spoken, Mike also achieved a massive orgasm and filled her juicy pussy with a large load of cum.

With no discussion of what had just taken place, the couple showered and made ready for bed. Just after the lights were turned off and an “I love you” was exchanged, Allie thought maybe Mike hadn’t caught her slip of the tongue. This notion was dissolved when Mike asked, “You were pretending it was Ray fucking you, weren’t you?”

“Mike, Honey, I…”

“It’s alright. Never mind,” he said and rolled over not seeming to want the kiss that she was about to offer.

Mike was up early and had breakfast started when she wandered into the kitchen in search of coffee. “Baby, about last night,” she began, intending to quell any concerns her husband might have.

“Well, I’d say that you’ll have to give me a passing score for test number 2, wouldn’t you say?”

The response given wasn’t even close to what was expected. “Yeah. Sure. You passed OK I guess,” she said, but was thinking totally different thoughts.

Musing to herself while sipping coffee, she thought, “Last night, at a point, if I’m going to be honest with myself, I wanted Ray’s cock. If Mike would have said, ‘Pull her jeans off and screw her,’ instead of saying, ‘What the hell is going on,’ I would have totally enjoyed Ray fucking me. Did Mike pass or did I fail? I wonder.”

Breaking her trance, Mike came over, gave her a kiss on the cheek and left for his golf game. About 30 minutes later her phone announced a text, it was from Ray asking if everything was alright. Instead of responding with text, she called him, which was kind of against the protocol that she and Mike agreed upon.

“I didn’t give you permission to be a peeping Tom,” she accused.

“Allie, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t help myself, you had me so turned on. Does Mike know?”

“No, and let’s keep it that way, at least for now, OK?”

“You’re not banishing me for breaking your rules?”

“Not this time… truth be told, you seeing me naked and being screwed turned me on, Mike got the benefit.”

“So, still good?” he asked.

“We’re all good. You?”

“I’m fine. Are you already planning test 3?”

“I’m not positive that there will be another test. Depends on how I think Mike and I really feel about last night.”

“Did he give negative feedback?”

“No, he seems fine. It’s me.”

“What’s messing up your world?” Ray probed.

“I shouldn’t tell you this,” she started.

“Come on, what can’t you tell me? Haven’t I proved myself trustworthy by now?”

“Yes, you have, but this has to stay between us.”

“No problem. I swear, I won’t tell anyone.”

“When Mike burst in on us last night, like he was supposed to do, I was angry at him.”

“Mad at him, why?”

“Because I was only seconds away from cuming. I wanted that, to have my pussy cum while pressed up against your cock. How sick is that? I was momentarily mad at my husband for disturbing my having an orgasm on another man’s dick.”

“You weren’t alone. I was close too, and felt cheated that I didn’t get to shoot while pressing against you.”

“I’m getting concerned Ray. I like you, I really do; but I don’t love you. Mike is still my world. I’m just worried that he and I will get all messed up playing these games.”

“I think you should relax. Mike says that he wants the experience. You don’t love me, so what’s the harm in enjoying the ride that your husband wants you to take? I know that it will never be a long-term thing, and if its only once, I want that one time.”

“I don’t know, maybe you are right, he did start this.”

“Anyway, got plans for test 3? You know, I can’t see how you’re going to be able to keep your clothes on for the next one, not that I’m complaining.”

“I’ve given the next one some serious thought. I think this would be the last of the tests, so playing with my naked body is unavoidable. There is only a small amount of activity left for us to try, short of going all of the way. But whatever is left, that’s what the test will be and if he still passes, then I guess you and I will be going at it soon.”

“I can’t wait,” Ray said barely suppressing a jubilant outburst.

“The next time Mike’s on daylight, I suppose I’ll be calling you to set something up. Oh, by the way, my sister is dying to meet you.”

“Can’t wait, bring her along.”

“Can’t do that. Well, we’ll see, maybe…” Allie’s voice trailed off as ideas for the next experiment began to form in her head.

———— Test 3 ————

To Allie, Mike’s turn to be back on daylight seemed to come faster than she wanted. She had been dreading what she knew would be the final trial.

She thought, “What if he passes this next test? Access to my naked body has to be part of it. Jesus, if Mike still isn’t hollering ‘Armageddon,’ the next move will be to make good on my promise… to fuck Ray in front of my husband.

“That scares the shit out of me. What if he passes this one, I do Ray as promised, and Mike can’t stand to look at me anymore? I’ll have to make this last experiment shocking enough to reveal if Mike’s going to fold. I have to know. I also need to expose if there is any other reason that my husband is turned on by this insanity… a reason that I might not be able to live with.”

Daylight shift began and there was an awkwardness around the Hunter household. No pushing was done by Mike to see if another trial was set to happen, but Allie felt that she and her husband needed to resolve things one way or the other.

She asked, “Any changes?”

“What? Have you got a test 3 already laid out?” he said, stalling, then asked, “How many tests do you figure to run?”

“The way I see it, this is the final one. You pass this one, I’ll do as you requested. I’ll screw another man, I’ll fuck Ray’s brains out in front of you. Any changes?”

“No… ahh, no changes,” Mike stated the required answer, but enthusiasm was missing.

“Are you certain? You don’t sound as sure of yourself as you did some time ago. Any changes?”

“No changes,” his second time answering came swiftly, with a more certain tone.

“OK, I’ll check with Ray and see about setting up something for Friday.”

“Fine,” Mike said, then immediately left the room.

The anxiously awaited Friday arrived and Mike sucked in a breath as he looked at his wife’s selected attire for the evening. Instead of the usual skin tight jeans she was wearing a sexy, short, stretchy, denim skirt and tight-fitting tee shirt with no bra.

“Damn, you look hot.”

“Thank you, Baby; that’s the look I’m aiming for.”

The arrangements to meet Ray had been made and the trio found themselves at a nice club that none of them had ever been to before. Although the booths were spacious and isolated in the dimly lit lounge, the dance floor was kind of small and not within view of the most secluded booths.

Both men looked at Allie with the same question puzzling them, and she offered, “It doesn’t matter; this will work for what I’ve got in mind. We’ve pretty much exhausted the dirty dancing thing anyway.”

A well secluded booth was chosen and Mike had the waitress bring a round of drinks. Small talk about nothing special dominated while their first round was consumed. After finishing up a second, which had been upped to “doubles,” Allie spoke up, “Boys, tonight is going to get intense. I need a couple of drinks to build up the courage to do things that I would have never believed that I was capable of.”

While Ray had the good sense to keep quiet, Mike added, “Yeah, I guess we’re heading toward the finish line.”

“Ray, Sweetheart, how about going up an getting another round of doubles?”

Recognizing that she wanted a momentary word with her husband, he got up, and said, “Be right back.”

“Baby, you say the word, and this is over. What could happen tonight won’t be able to be taken back. Look deep, and tell me that you love me; then tell me if there are any changes.”

Mike wrestled with an answer for another instant. He had been struggling with how he felt about continuing this game all week, as he knew that this question was coming. Allie needed a response, and he needed to know for himself if he would feel the same delight as the men in the Lit stories.

“Baby I love you with all of my heart. No changes.” He said it… the die was cast for the night, in his mind at least.

“OK, test 3 begins now. Let’s see just how aroused you are by all of this. Put your hand on my thigh, and stroke it gently.”

When he had done as requested, she placed hers in his lap which revealed an erection.

“Well, I guess you are enjoying something,” she said with a snicker.

“Here we go, double Jack n’ Cokes around,” Ray said as he set the drinks in front of his married companions.

Allie smiled, took a long pull of the liquid, seeming to Ray as if she was preparing for something.

When Ray seated himself in the booth, she set the glass down and looked him dead in the eyes, and said, “Slide in close to me.”

As he made the requested adjustment, he realized that the private talk that she had wanted with her husband must have produced a go-ahead to proceed. His mind raced with a variety of possible treats that might be offered that night in order to challenge her husband’s resolve. Just as his thigh bumped against hers, he realized that something was already going on beneath the table.

“I want to see if your reaction is equal to Mike’s. Put your hand on my right thigh and caress it gently, just like Mike is doing to my left.”

Ray touched the bare skin of the woman he had been lusting for and began a sexy massage.

“Damn, I’ve been wanting that,” he muttered, mostly to himself as her fingers slid into his lap and wrapped around his rapidly stiffening manhood.

“So far you boys seem to be equally pleased,” was whispered as she momentarily let go of their cocks to get hold of her skirt and pull it farther up. Were it not for the table, her panty covered snatch would have been fully exposed.

The next directive came after reestablishing a grip on each man’s cock, and telling both of them to once again massage her thighs.

“Time to up the ante. Baby, take your hand off of my leg and put it on top of Ray’s. Then, slide his up so that he can rub my pussy.”

As the edict was being complied with, she said to Ray, “No sneaking under the panties just yet, Sweetheart.”

He nodded his response and began stroking the treasure that he had been seeking for so long.

Both men remained hard, but Allie could tell that Mike was not keeping pace. She decided to keep that observation to herself, besides, Ray’s efforts were getting to her. The sensations being administered caused a fog to form over her consciousness and she began to hump her hips to meet the provided pleasure.

Suddenly, she shuddered slightly, then stopped responding to the stimulation.

“That was very nice, but we can’t do what is next in this booth. Ray, dance with me.”

They began to dance and were soon out of Mike’s view, which briefly concerned him as they had agreed that any activity she did was to be within his sight. He had not needed to worry though, as she came back after only a few minutes, alone.

“Where’s Ray?”

“Outside. Let’s pay our tab, we won’t be back in here tonight.”

Mike waved the waitress over and squared the bill, plus a nice tip, then went out the door into the parking lot with Allie.

“Thought you said Ray is out here?”

“He is. He’s waiting in his truck.”

“Waiting for what?”

“For your decision, Baby. We can go over there and you can finish this last segment, which if you pass, you get your fantasy. Or… we can call all of this off, go over next door to the motel room we’ve booked and make love all night.

“It’s your call, Baby. Any changes?”

Mike hesitated, should he say the safe word; he was no longer sure. The characters in the stories had also reached moments of indecision, but pushed ahead and found pleasurable results.

He reasoned, “I could finish the test, and still call it off. She said this one would be the most intense of all and after what she had him do earlier, I’m sure this will include him touching her naked body, but she won’t have sex with him… I think. No, not now, she said that is what this last trial is all about.”

Snapping him out of the trance, she asked again, “Any changes?”

“No… no changes.”

Her husband’s answer was accepted, but the hesitation was noted.

She took his hand and began walking toward Ray’s truck, which had been strategically parked at the far corner of the lot, affording a level of privacy.

Ray opened the driver’s door and Allie asked if the interior lights could be killed. He reached inside and all lights from the truck were extinguished. Only the stars provided light, but only enough to see close objects.

She positioned a standing Ray to lean back against the driver’s seat, with the open door shielding their activity from prying eyes. Then Mike was placed near the door behind the driver, giving him a side view.

With her back to Ray, she leaned into him and brought his hands to her braless breasts. As he enthusiastically explored her chest, she reached behind herself and unbuckled his belt.

Leaning forward, bracing herself on the door, she said, “Ray, Sweetheart… reach under my skirt and remove my panties.”

A bolt of electricity shot through Mike’s chest; a tightening similar to a heart attack. He held his tongue, but wondered if he had got it wrong, was his beautiful wife going to fuck this stranger right here? Should he act?

But he didn’t, and in those few seconds, Ray had slid her panties down and off of her body.

“You can keep them for a souvenir, if you want,” she whispered.

Ray brought them to his nose and inhaled her essence deeply, hung them on his rear-view mirror, then resumed working her tits.

“Wait,” she said, and grabbed both of his wrists and moved them away.

Both men wondered for an instant if she had reached her limit, then watched in amazement as she bent forward, pulled the front of her tee shirt over her head and behind her neck without removing it from her arms. This move exposed both of her breasts, without fully taking off her shirt.

While keeping her back to him, once again she took hold of Ray’s wrists and guided his hands to her now bare tits and encouraged him to fully enjoy himself. This time he nibbled on her neck as he kneaded her charms and swirled her nipples.

Allie had been worried for the past week that, perhaps, there was another reason for her hubby’s interest in bringing another man into a sexual encounter with her.

A new thought had popped into her head, “Could Mike be bi-sexual? Is he wanting to get me to allow him to sample a cock? Do something disgusting?… like lick another man’s cum out of my pussy? If that’s it, I’ve lost him. I have to know. He’s never said anything to… God, please don’t let that be it. We’d be finished. I need to do something, something so that I’ll know for sure.”

Another idea sprung into her mind… a solution, maybe.

Allie’s breathing became more ragged as she again reached behind and worked to slide his jeans down. His being commando did not surprise her as it was remembered that no undies were detected earlier.

His naked member was now in her hand and with her other, the back of her skirt was raised. She nestled his throbbing member into the crack of her ass, then turned and kissed him passionately, softly saying, “I need to get off Sweetheart, finger me to heaven and I promise you won’t go home with blue balls tonight.”

Her potential lover humped his dick against her bare ass, while his hand busily fingered her pussy. His other hand tormented her left nipple, while she teased the other, it was a short trip to heaven. Mike watched in a helpless trance knowing how intensely his wife responded to having her most private parts stimulated like that.

In a mere couple of minutes, she came. With hundreds of distracting thoughts darting around in her head, it wasn’t the most intense orgasm of her life, but it was very satisfying nevertheless.

Once again, she turned, this time facing Ray and pressed her naked body to his and kissed him. Desiring to share something that she thought only Ray could hear, she pressed her lips close to Ray’s ear and said, “Trade places with me and put your hands on the roof. I want you to shoot all over my tits. I’ll have my mouth open sometimes, so if you cum at the right time and shoot high enough, I might get to taste you.”

He needed no further direction. Allie took Ray’s place, leaning back against the driver’s seat and wrapped her left arm around his butt to pull him to her. With her right hand she began stroking his cock as she teased his nipples with her tongue. Every so often she would look down, open mouthed, and took in the sight of jacking another man off, with her husband only a few feet away.

Mike was nearly in shock from the scene that played out in front of him. Bewildered, he realized that he had asked for an even more intense coupling, convinced at the time that he would be totally stimulated… he was not. While earlier in this test he did gain a semi-erection, it was lost as he witnessed a stranger and his wife getting each other off.

The pent-up lust Ray had for Allie caused a huge eruption, cum drenching her entire chest and neck. When she had milked the last bit of it out, she pushed him back, got up quickly, and pulled her tee shirt back into place, soaking it with Ray’s cum.

To enhance his release, Allie had teasingly told Ray that tasting his cum might be in play. When he seemed to be close, she had raised up to what she thought was out of range, but his ejaculation proved to be more powerful than was expected and a little cum landed on her lower lip.

Not wanting her husband or Ray to witness that his cum had landed there, the offending liquid was removed quickly with a flick of her tongue as the shirt was pulled back into place.

“I’ll check in with you later, Ray. Mike, I need you to take me to the hotel… right now. I need my husband’s cock,” Allie said, as she grabbed her hubby’s hand and departed as quickly as she could get him to move.

In the motel room she begged Mike to fuck her immediately telling him, “I need you to reclaim me. Take me now, show me you love me.”

This was a test also. Mike didn’t know it, and Allie didn’t tell him.

After ripping off his shirt, leaving him bare chested, she tried to initiate a hug, checking if her husband wanted to squish her cum soaked tee shirt against his bare flesh. He held off her first attempt, but she responded by pulling the soiled tee completely off and tried for a passionate hug and kiss.

This move of course, was to see if her love wanted to have contact with Ray’s cum which was still covering much of her upper body.

She was quietly thrilled when he kept her at arm’s length and told her to take a shower first. While rinsing away the evidence of the third test she quietly thanked God that he had not embraced her to squirm in Ray’s cum, or worst of all, to lick it off of her. If any of that had happened, she was certain that her disgust for him as a man would cause an end to their marriage.

The love making that followed lacked the heat that had so often been present since they had begun their adventure through the pages of Literotica stories. Though he had presented a near worthy effort, Mike had been cooler toward her, trying to hide his repulsion of her activity with Ray that evening, but it was there.