Consequences of Wife Sharing
The following is a work of fiction and has no resemblance to any actual events or people. It deals with themes of wife sharing and voyeurism and the consequences of participating in activities of an adult nature. If this is not your thing then please move on.
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It was just over a year ago when it started. The message had popped into the “my messages” section on the adult contact website I had been a member of for the last few years. The sender was shown as “Intymates” and it said,
“I want you to fuck my wife.”
So, let me fill you in on some background. My name is Hal, I am fast approaching fifty, divorced three years ago with two grown up kids. I live alone, am comfortable financially and enjoy the freedom of having casual sexual encounters. I am not looking for a relationship and I don’t spend my time hunting pussy. I have had quite a few encounters via the site and one or two have been repeated but I don’t count myself as some sort of sex god or anything like that, but over my adult life I have picked up some know how in the bedroom department. I certainly don’t rent myself out as some sort of stud to all and sundry and believe it or not I still have the need to feel physically attracted to the women I sleep with, plus I don’t subscribe to the adage that quantity has a quality all of its own. Lastly and let’s be honest here, if you are using this sort of web service to start with you are consenting adults who are aware of any risks and complications that may arise form contacts of this nature!
The message read as follows:
“Hello Maturefox. We are Intymates, a twenty something married couple who have a fantasy about wife sharing. We want a mature man who fits with our criteria to play with us and you appear to fit the bill. Would you be interested in exploring this with us?”
I had never done this before so the proposal provided an opportunity to try something new, so I clicked on the link to Intymates profile to see if I could find out any more about them. Their profile had a couple of teaser pictures of the wife who appeared to be attractive and a few details of their likes and dislikes. From their profile I could see that they were about twenty miles away from me and this pretty much meant that we would never have met or run into each other again accidently if the meet went ahead. I replied to Intymates that I was very flattered that they had contacted me and that I would be happy to chat more to see if we were comfortable with each other before rushing headlong into it. I had two reasons for this, the first being that I wanted to be sure this wasn’t some sort for catfish sting and that I wasn’t getting into something dodgy. Over the next week or so we exchanged messages and reached the point where we both felt comfortable enough to meet in person somewhere public. Intymates chose for us to meet in a large seaside café about equidistant from both of our bases that had both inside and outside seating on a Wednesday evening at 7pm. I told them that I would be wearing blue jeans and a pink polo shirt so they would know who I was and that I would be drinking an orange juice. I lied. I wore black jeans and an off-white shirt. My logic was simple, I could size up Intymates to see if they were genuine without them really paying any attention as they would be looking for someone else. As I approached the café at just before 7pm I could see a young couple sitting at a table close to the edge of the outside enclosure, I walked to the takeaway window and ordered a coffee and with the coffee in hand I walked passed the café and the enclosure glancing at the couple as I passed. Thirty yards or so after the café was a bench, so I sat down sipping my coffee and watched the couple for a few minutes. I could see him looking at his watch as the time passed five past seven and looking around. I binned my coffee and walked to the enclosure stopping on the outside right next to the table couple were sat at.
I opened saying
“Sorry I am late, but this is an intimate little place isn’t it?”
Both looked at me for a moment clearly processing what I had said before the man got the message. He nodded and said “Yes” with a nervous sort of excitement. I made my way into the café and around to the table where Intymates were sat and joined them. I apologised for being late and the change of outfit, blaming traffic and spillage onto my t-shirt as I was leaving which they accepted. I introduced myself to break the ice and they did the same, Josh and Carly. Josh was average height, slim build and wore a large baseball cap baggy black jeans and baggy black t-shirt and skater trainers. I wouldn’t say Josh was ugly, but neither would I have classified him as handsome. He had a small round face a pointy nose and a sort of wispy straggly covering of hair that was pretending to be a beard. Carly on the other hand was very pretty with bright blue eyes, her shoulder length blonde hair scrapped back into a ponytail. She her figure was slim with defined curves, the short-sleeved gym style t-shirt clung to her and her pert breasts were full, she had on black yoga pants and a pair of Nikes.
After the initial introductions we got onto the matter at hand, Intymates desire for wife sharing. Josh did most of the talking for them both. From the way he spoke Josh didn’t seem to be the sharpest tool in the box, his speech was punctuated by “Inn’its babe” and “Man”as he sought approval and assurance from Carly and me. They had been married for two years and were both twenty-six, they had often talked about their fantasy and had decided to go for it. Carly had set out some criteria though, I had to be a stranger, someone 35 to 50 and that she had to find that person attractive and that is where I fitted in. I had no problem with the idea a sleeping with Carly, what middle aged man wouldn’t want to fuck a gorgeous twenty-six-year-old with what looked like a great figure but I wasn’t so sure Carly was 100% behind this. When Josh got up to go to the toilet leaving us alone, I asked Carly if it was she wanted? To my surprise Carly answered in a cultured eloquent way that was far removed from that of her husband, it was clear she was well educated and bright and it struck me that what was in front of me was the classic “boy from the wrong side of the tracks” scenario. Carly smiled uneasily when she said she was and that it would make her husband happy.
We spoke for a few minutes and Carly relaxed a little, so when Josh re-joined us, I ventured a question that was designed to make Josh think a bit more about what he wanted him and Carly to do
“Josh, have you thought about what might happen if Carly prefers me more afterwards, after all she is your wife?”
“Ain’t gonna happen like that man, is it babe?” he replied as he squeezed he knee.
After about an hour of chatting we had agreed that I was one the one that would fulfil their fantasy, but I had to know what boundaries were in play, I for one made it clear that there would be no cameras or phones allowed as I didn’t want to end up in some video on the web for all to see, and I asked Carly what she wanted in play. Josh was going to answer but I stopped him saying that Carly had to set what wasn’t allowed. For her part Carly fidgeted in her chair looking embarrassed as it was clearly something they had not thought about. After a little thought and reassurance from me that whatever she said would be respected, she opened up
“I don’t want anal sex and weird stuff is out like being tied up”
“Fair enough anything else? Is Josh taking part?” I replied? “What about things like condoms?”
Carly again looked a little embarrassed but spoke up
“No Josh is watching and no you don’t have to wear a condom…………I am on the pill.” she said as she turned beetroot red and looked into her lap.
We set the date for the following Saturday and agreed to meet in hotel close to where we had met at the café, we each booked a room at our own expense and would meet at 8pm in the bar. Job done. Josh and Carly got up and made their way through the café and out, I watched them walk away noticing that Carly had the most gorgeous arse and that she was about two to three inches taller than Josh standing about five foot eight or nine, it would be fair to say I was excited.
It’s so difficult not to judge people on the way they are when you first meet them, but I couldn’t help it, I had decided that Josh was a knob! I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was rooted somewhere in the idea that he was willing to share his wife and maybe she didn’t deserve that, but then I was as guilty by going along with it. I balanced this off by telling myself that I could make things better if I could make Carly give up her pussy and let me own it. I don’t mean buy it or anything like that but bear with me. For me there comes a point in a sexual relationship where a woman will let you own her completely, a point where she is yours without question. It maybe for a few minutes, an hour or whatever but she is owned. If we as men can treat her pussy right it leads to is an unmistakable signal that she has surrendered to us. The signal? When she is on her back and you are deep inside her in the heat of the moment, she raises her legs, her feet are up high and she spreads her legs as wide as she can giving you total access to her cunny. Her hips widen just that little bit further and she alters the angle of her hips to angle her cunny upwards and he legs sway in time with your strokes. That is the point of ownership for me, and I wanted to get Carly to do that for me, it’s not fucking that will get her there, its orgasms and I wanted her to show her husband that she belonged to another.
I checked into the hotel about 5pm leaving my wallet etc stowed out of sight in the car, no trace of who I was or where I lived would be in my room just in case. I had a room key, car key and a small overnight bag and that was it. Half an hour later I nipped to the bar and grabbed a drink and light meal, while I was eating at a window table I saw Intymates arrive. They got out of a black older family hatchback that had been modified with a big exhaust and spoiler but probably had the same power as the hairdryer in my room, it was typical Josh. I could see that they were both dressed roughly the same as when we had met on Wednesday as they walked across to the reception, Josh was towing a small trolley case an Carly was holding a McDonalds takeaway, it seemed appropriate for them somehow.
I showered, shaved, and changed into some clean jeans and t-shirt but went commando and headed for the bar at ten to eight. When I got inside I found Josh already waiting for me, he told me that they were ready, and that Carly was waiting in their room. I had expected to at least have a drink with them first, but it seemed Josh was keen for us to get started. We headed for their room and as we walked along the first-floor corridor Josh said
“This is gonna be good inn’it?” excitedly
He stopped outside of room 124 and opened the door with the card key, I followed him into the room which had the curtains drawn and only two small lights on, at first I couldn’t see Carly because she was out of view at the back for the room, but my eyes were filled with a vision of sexiness as Carly stepped into view. Carly was wearing sheer black cheery coloured sort of Basque the black straps over her shoulders ran straight down the front to her thigh tops where they became suspender straps, with the same strap running down the back also. The front of the Basque had a heart shape hole just below her breasts, with three black stripes the same width of the front straps running horizontally around her torso before fanning out and down to become suspender straps for the side and backs of her legs. Her breasts were larger than I thought possibly 34C or D but firm and pert with small areola and pinky red nipples visible through the flimsy material and a black G-string covered her pussy, black seamed stockings clad her long shapely legs with three inch heels. Once again her blonde hair was pulled into ponytail. She looked stunning.
Carly walked towards me smiling asking if I liked what I saw, naturally I did, and I was looking forward to what lie in store. There was a moment where Carly and I just stood sizing each other up until Josh asked if we were ready to start? I nodded before kicking off my shoes and taking the first step. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it onto the counter, next I undid my jeans and rolled them down before kicking them off. There I was standing before Carly naked, even though I am pushing fifty I am still in reasonable shape, no beer belly or anything but not bad and then there is my cock, seven and half inches of uncut manhood, two fingers thick and beginning its journey to attention.
“Well, do I meet with your approval?” I asked Carly but her eyes were fixed on my member before she stammered a
“Yes!”
and looking over to Josh as he sat in a chair in the corner looking over the bed. Now less than step apart I reached forward with both hands and gently ran them slowly down Carly’s arms from the shoulder. I felt her jump a little at my touch but almost automatically her right hand moved forwards and her right palm and fingers contacted the underside of my balls. She seemed to stop for only the briefest of seconds before her hand continued up the side of sack and took hold of my rod, I nodded my approval so she would continue, and Carly began to stroke my quicky hardening cock. She gave it three or maybe four gentle strokes before she finally clasped her small hand around it’s shaft for the first time.
By now we were so close our noses were almost touching, we were standing between the counter and the bed still and I allowed her a few more strokes of my cock before I took her by the waist and spun her around. Carly now had her back to me and was facing Josh, so I pulled her softly backwards until we made contact, my rock-hard staff pressed against the cleft of her arse. Next I took hold of her hands and guided them upwards and backwards, so her arms were around the back my neck, this had the effect of push her tits upwards and out before whispering
“Don’t move.” into her ear.
Being just that little bit taller and having longer arms I reached around her front with both hands and placed them on the front of her stockinged thighs but barely touching them. Slowly I drew my hands upwards until they reached the soft flesh between her stocking tops and Basque. I made small circles with my index fingers for a moment before they resumed their journey upwards. This time my fingers traced a featherlight line up to her nipples, Carly gasped slightly as my fingers made contact through the fine mesh material. I could feel Carly’s nipples responding and hardening as my fingers circled them, Carly pushed herself back hard into me for the first time and I looked up over her shoulder to see Josh sitting there stroking his own cock.
In just a few short minutes Carly and I were on our way, I wrapped my left arm around her waist and disconnected her arms from around my neck with the other, Carly half turned to look at me as she brought her arm down. With my left arm I slowly turned her to the left to face the mirror that was on the wall above the counter, motioned for her to lean forward and put her hands on the counter, she didn’t have to bend to do it, but I wanted her to steady herself a little, I repeated running my hands up her front to her nipples but this time I gave each of her nipples a little pinch which sparked a little moan, then I slid the straps of her Basque off her shoulders. With the tension in the clingy material gone it was easy to pull the front of the Basque down far enough to free Carly’s tits and in the mirror I could see them spring free allowing her erect nipples to point out fully. Again I reached around and ran my hands from her thighs to her tits, this time cupping her nubs fully with my hands and squeezing them so her nipples became trapped by my thumbs and forefingers, rolling them back and fore then circling their buds with my fingertips.
When I let go I traced my fingers backwards around her body until they met at her spine, slowly I worked my fingers downwards in slow “S” shaped lines until they reached the elastic of her G-string, ever so slowly I hooked my fingers inside and started to slowly pull it down. I knelt behind Carly and inched off the only protection her pussy had. It slid easily over the suspender straps and the tops of her stockings and hallway down her thighs, but the elastic was becoming a bit more taught the further it went down, I encouraged Carly to close her gait a little and immediately the G-string fell to the floor unaided. Carly stepped out of now useless garment allowing me to pick it up. It was damp with her pussy oil, so I held it up to my nose and took a large sniff. The sweet perfume of a young wet quim filled my nostrils before I threw it Josh.
“Smell the scent of your wife in another man’s hands!” I said as it landed in lap, somewhere above I heard Carly say
“Oh my god Josh!”
Carly’s now bare arse was level with my face as I knelt and since there were no rules against it I planted two soft kisses, one on each cheek, I could feel how firm her arse was, but her skin was so soft, so it kissed around the circumference of her pert bum carefully avoiding to plant any between the cracks of her cheeks. Carly began to wiggle and moan softly as fairy kisses landed on her posterior and so far my plan was working, I was loving her and not using her like a piece of meat.
I stood up and turned Carly back to face Josh again, I told her to put her arms around my neck again and pulled her back against me tight. This time my cock nestled between her arse cheeks pointing upwards and not pressing near her starfish or pussy entrance. Using my left hand, I turned her head to the right, and I met her with a full-on kiss to the lips. Carly responded by probing my mouth with her tongue, there was to be no turn back, it she had doubts a kiss to the mouth would have exposed them, instead there was passion. My left hand found its way to her right breast and my right to the top of her exposed pussy mound, I could feel the soft bristles of a shaved but not waxed cunny waiting for me. As we kissed I slid my finger down into the top of Carly’s pussy and found my target with the first stoke, her clit.
Carly moaned loudly into my mouth as we kissed and my finger found home, it was hard to tell how big her clitty was, but it seemed to be arch shaped and rock hard. I stopped kissing her for a moment and asked her
“If she wanted to cum?”
She nodded yes and my finger went to work pressing and rubbing to and froe across the arch. Carly used her hands to pull me harder to her face as we kissed more, I pinched her right nipple at the same time and her hips began to sway in time with my finger. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Josh wanking his old boy as he watched his wife being masturbated by a stranger. I couldn’t resist it,
“Carly who do want to cum for. Me? or Josh?”
“You” she gasped in a barely audible voice
“Josh didn’t hear you, say it again, who do you want to cum for?”
“YOU!” she yelled.
It didn’t take long, I pressed, rubbed and tickled Carly’s clit for maybe another minute, she began a series of gentle grunts and snorts as her climax approached, our faces were a mess of saliva from the kissing when she exploded. Carly pulled at my neck with huge force, she bit down on my lower lip and three snorts of air from her lungs blasted out in quick succession, her legs buckled beneath her and she convulsed in my hold for a good six or seven seconds as the first orgasm of the evening washed over her. She held me tight as she caught her breath and the post climax haze cleared, she kept her head pressed under my chin and I glanced at Josh who was still sat cock in hand.
Softly I moved Carly towards the bed and told her to get on all fours and spread her legs, Josh was practically foaming at the mouth with excitement at this point as he watched as I positioned Carly on the forty-five degree corner of the bed with her arse and exposed pussy facing her husband.
“Go on fuck her good for me!”
Josh urged as I stood behind Carly, but instead of plunging my cock into her I ran my first two fingers along her slot. Carly let out a stifled cry as I felt her quite prominent pussy lips slide between the gap between my fingers. Her quim was soaking when I pulled my hand away thick streaky strings of her juices had coated them. I held them up for Josh to see. I wanted to taunt him a little more, so I said
“Look how Carly comes at the hands of a man Josh” before going back to rubbing her pussy.
I leant forward and whispered to Carly that I was going to make her cum again and for the first time I saw her smile, it was a smile that said, “Yes please”. Slowly but surely I built up a gentle rhythm rubbing her slot, the tips of my fingers teasing and tantalising her still hard clit. Carly’s moans and gasps were getting shorter and shorter, her soft grunts and snorts slowly began to take over and she bucked her hips as if trying to force my fingers inside her. I sat on the edge of the bed almost facing Josh and wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady as I worked her clam to perfection. I sped up my rubbing a little and very soon Carly’ s short sharp grunts could be heard filling the room. Carly’s body contorted and shook as her second orgasm ripped through her and I could feel fresh lady cum beginning to ooze from her pussy. Using both hands I spread her pussy wide open to give Josh a clear view of his wife’s sopping slot and he watched as the sweetest sticky nectar dripped down over her upturned clitty. I briefly laid next to her and smiled. I told her it was time for me to do what we had come here for, I also asked if she still wanted to go through with it? A wide smile spread across her flushed face and she nodded.
“Ok roll over sweetie” I said softly.
Carly turned over on the spot and I stood up ready to get between her legs. Looking at her on the bed I could see her nipples were still rock hard, her legs while open were not spread wide but I could now clearly see her arch shaped clitty feeding down into two prominent outer lips. My cock had been solid for over half an hour by now, copious amounts of precum had lubed up the end and I was ready to put it to use. I turned to Josh and nodded to him and he nodded back but Carly never even looked at him her eyes were fixed on me. Josh pipped up again.
“Go on, fuck her good for me!”
I had long sussed out that Josh didn’t want to share a wife, all he wanted was a personal porn show and I wasn’t going to give it to him. Yes, I was going to have sex with his wife, but I wasn’t going to bang her in every possible position like some sort of cheap slut to be used and abused. It wasn’t my fault that he thought of his wife that way. I was going to make love to her and try and make sure that she had as much out of this as I would. I looked down at Carly and used my weight to nudge her legs open a bit wider. I laid down on her taking my weight on my elbows, I smiled at Carly and she smiled back I shifted a little and made sure to line up my cock head so it was just touching her pussy and leaned in to kiss her again. Carly threw her arms around my neck again and as our lips touched I shifted my hips forward pushing my cock into her lithe body. Carly’s cunny was tight but still all seven and a half inches of my thick cock slid all the way into her. Carly cried out with pleasure as her quim first spread like an opening flower to allow my cock head in and then her pussy walls gave way to accept the strange cock. Carly broke our kiss and her back arched high up below me leaving just her shoulders and neck on the bed. It felt like Carly stayed with her back arched for an age, but it was only a second or so and as her body returned to the bed she gasped into my ear
“Oh fuck, yes!”
I didn’t move for a moment, letting her body get used to the size of the cock inside her, then ever so slowly I pulled almost all of the way back out of her, I paused and then slid my member all the way back in at the same speed as when I had first entered her. Carly’s back arched again and this time I felt the tip of my cock reach her pussy roof. It was enough to drive her over the edge again this time a mini-gasm shuddered through her, I buried my face into her neck on my left and said only loud enough for her to hear.
“Cum as much as you want sweetie”
It wasn’t long before our bodies found the rhythm they liked, and I was slipping in and out of Carly’s sopping pussy to a beat that brought her an orgasm on every other stroke it felt like. I had no idea what Josh was doing, and I didn’t care, me and his wife were at it like lovers. We had been at it for a few minutes when out of nowhere Carly cried aloud
“That’s it! oh yes! Go on! Harder!”
I didn’t start slamming into her, instead I just increased the pressure I was using at the top of my stroke. Then, for the first time I felt it, movement. Carly had just spread her legs that little bit wider, I pumped two full strokes into her and she let go of my neck and her hands grabbed onto my arse, two, three, four more strokes, then I heard her cry
“Ah god, god yes, I, ah yes, I want it all!”
Suddenly her legs were off the bed, her pussy angle changed, I glanced back and down only to see Carly’s stockinged legs spread high and wide, her knees bent so her calves and feet were parallel to the bed and with my next inward thrust they were moving in perfect time. I was now owning Carly and her pussy, she had surrendered to the pleasure, I could have been anyone fucking her, she was in that zone where pleasure had overtaken all else. Carly’s moans and cries continued as I pumped in and out of her, my staff filling her quim completely and its tip pressing up against her pussy roof with each inward stroke. Being twentysomething and having no children Carly’s love tunnel was still tight but the flow of her intimate juices made passage that much easier. I felt Carly tense a little as another minigasm washed over her, her pussy walls disgorged another fresh load of juice and on my next stroke we could hear a squelch as my cock filled her cunny again. As we rutted Carly buried her face onto my neck and her arms tightened around me, her snorts and grunts started as she approached another peak. I picked up my pace and plundered her willing pussy. Carly came almost immediately, arching her back and digging fer fingernails hard into by buttocks. Despite the feel of her nails digging into my flesh I didn’t break rhythm, filing and emptying her quim of cock over and over until I could hold back no longer and pumped two loads of cum high up inside of Carly’s soaking cunny. I was gasping for air my face buried into the duvet next to Carly’s head and I felt her release my buttocks and ran a hand through my hair. I propped myself up a little and turned my head to face Carly where she latched onto me and kissed me deeply.
With my dick softening inside her I extricated myself from between her legs and laid on my side next to Carly facing Josh. He was still sat in the chair with his cock in hand and ribbons on cum running down his fingers. Taking a piece of tissue, he cleaned himself up but was looking less than pleased.
“We had a deal man; you were going to fuck her for me! And all you did was take your time!” he snapped.
Carly propped herself up on her elbows, her legs still spread wide facing Josh, she reached down and pulled at the top of her sopping gash, a trickle of my seed was beginning to ooze out of the bottom of her tunnel that now had a slight gape to it where my thick staff and prised her open.
“Well what do to think this is Josh, if he didn’t fuck me?” Carly asked, demanding Josh to look between her legs at the flow of cum and juices oozing from her body.
“No, we had a deal, we agreed I would see you fucked properly!” Josh snapped back “Not make love to him!”
“No Josh, you had a fantasy to see me getting fucked by another man and I went along with it to please you, and now I’ve gone through with it, you are not happy, well I am.” Carly snapped back
“What do you mean you are happy?” Josh asked with increasing and anger.
“To be honest I have cum more times tonight than I can remember, my pussy is alive and tingling and I loved the feeling of him cumming inside me!” Carly snapped back again. Before Josh could reply Carly continued.
“Now it’s your turn to do what I want Josh, I want fuck him right now” she said taking hold of my cock and stroking it “Are you up for it Hal? I mean can you go again?
I replied that I could and that I would be happy to if that is what she wanted
Josh looked on without speaking for a moment before stuttering something like a “no you can’t!” but Carly wasn’t to be denied.
“Just sit there and watch what sort of woman your wife can be in the right hands!”
Carly moved taking up a straddling position over me with her back to me and facing Josh, with my cock getting harder by the second Carly as continued to stroke it slowly. I could hear her telling Josh to look and see how big it was, telling him how she wanted it now, a lovely big thick cock for her tight little pussy. Then in one swift movement Carly guided me to the entrance of her cunny and sank downwards taking me up to the hilt. With me high up inside her Carly began to increase her pace bouncing up and down on me wantonly, she was telling Josh how good it felt, how hard I was and that she was going to cum again soon. It must have gotten all too much for Josh because movement caught my eye and I saw Josh walk across the bottom of the bed, then I heard the door open and the close, he was gone.
Her husband leaving did nothing to stop Carly fucking me as she wanted, in fact it was almost like a release, her moans and gasps were louder, she bounced up and own on me with even more vigour for about fifteen minutes until she came with her familiar grunts and snorts. When she was done she got off me and headed for the bathroom without saying anything. When she came out a few minutes later she was wrapped in a heavy white bathrobe, she looked at me at me and said
“I think you had better go.”
with a slightly embarrassed smile. I dressed and asked if she was ok and she nodded a yes before letting myself out and heading for my room.
The following morning, I awoke around six, I made a coffee and caught up with the news on the tv before showering and heading down to get some breakfast. As I walked in I could see Carly sitting at a table on her own nursing a coffee and staring into space. I noticed that the chair opposite her was empty, so I approached and said good morning. I could see her eyes were puffed and red with the tell-tale signs of having cried a lot. I took a seat and asked what was happening? Carly told me that Josh had left the hotel last night and not come back, she had tried ringing him, but he wasn’t answering or replying to her messages. The whole situation was a mess. Carly told me that her and Josh at met while she was at Uni, she was studying Criminology and he was a local boy that painted lines on roads for a living which he was still doing. She told me that when they met josh was a jack the lad type (which was code for knob) and had turned her head, her parents and friends hated him, but they had married despite what people thought. As they had settled into married life, sex became all about fantasies and role play and games but less and less about love, and that is what had led them to this situation. I felt sorry for her and guilty for the part I had played but even though I wanted to go through with it I hadn’t exclusively played a part in denying Josh his fantasy and the seeming an end to the marriage. I had after all asked about the risks when we met at the café.
I got a couple of fresh coffees and some pastries from the buffet and put them in front of Carly and suggested she try and eat. Manfully she forced half a pastry down and about half a cup of coffee in silence. Then out of nowhere Carly spoke again
“I know this is very cheeky of me, but can I ask you to take me home?”
I nodded in the affirmative and asked where she and Josh lived, she replied that they lived about ten miles away but went onto say
“No, not back to Josh…home!”
Again, I asked where to? And it was to a village about a hundred miles away. I thought for a moment while a looked at her face,
“Good job it’s a Sunday” I replied, “Let’s go get our bags and I’ll fill the car on the way.”
After dropping Carly off just around the corner from her home, I had a couple of hours alone time on my way home to reflect on the events of the passed few weeks and concluded that I wouldn’t ever respond to invites to “fuck my wife” again. I am still a member of the website, however.
Eight months after the episode with Carly I found a message in the in box on the website it was from “Criminallysexy” and it said
“Hi Maturefox, I will be in the area in a few weeks, would you like to take the opportunity to investigate me further? Maybe handcuffs would help this time!”
I clicked on the link to the profile pictures and found two, the first was a pair of naked breasts, the second a full-length photo minus the head of someone dressed in a black cherry red Basque, black fishnet stockings and three inch heels.