A woman I know, someone I first met online and then in person when she and her husband came to NYC, have something of a unique arrangement. Their marriage had been one of true love, which descended into an arrangement of sorts: He would run their business (which they both owned) and she took care of the kids and the home. Come to find out he had been stepping out on her for quite some time. They live near Miami, which, as anyone who has been there will tell you, has quite the party scene. I suspect that, in spite of his obvious hair implants and having the physique of a manatee, his financial success translated to success with his many "friends".
Her dilemma seemed to offer her a choice... either make him pay, financially, and break up their arrangement, or redefine their arrangement. He disliked the idea of divorce (and its ensuing settlement) even less than she did, or at least that is the impression she created when she confronted him with evidence of his infidelity. Why men leave their email accounts open, or select easy-to-guess passwords, is beyond me.
And so... she told him her idea for their new arrangement. He would now be the one to keep true to their vows, while she would take a greater role in their business (necessary on many different levels), and she would have a set time during which she was free to date others. The main difference between the arrangements of his dalliances and hers is that, while she would select whom she would fuck, his presence was always required. He had to sit there and watch her fuck whomever she wanted, how she wanted, whenever she wanted.
It worked like this: She would find others of interest to her, during their initial correspondence explain her unique situation to them, and if they agreed to her conditions, she would arrange to meet them. Part of her planning included making sure he was waiting for her at home. She would meet her new friends for drinks, evaluate things, and if they passed, she would take them home. Her husband was made to serve drinks, play the perfect host, before during and after her fucking her new black, white, and Latino friends. I understand, from her, during her play she and her husband would engage in some quite unique banter, her asking him things like "Did you fuck your whores like this?" her telling him how good their cocks tasted, or her telling him how she preferred their large cocks to his. After her friends were finished, she would take her husband from the playroom to their bedroom and finish the evening by telling him how much she enjoyed fucking them while he fucked her.
It is at this point when I met her. I found her online, I enjoyed her profile, more I think I respected her approach to things, and told her so. She messaged back and we started exchanging messages and emails. While she did not often get to NYC, she had the means and the motive to plan something, and did. She still had a few kinks she wanted to work out, and she wanted to give him a surprise reward for his good behavior. They just happened to be in a nightclub on a specific evening, at a specific time, where she and I really hit it off. Soon all three of us were flirting, we managed to get a booth, this night club has certain booths with curtains (which I had previously managed to reserve), and soon he was commenting on his good luck when she pulled my dress down to expose my breasts while I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and started sucking him. She and I shared a very salty kiss after that, when the oblivious one said perhaps I would like to go back to their hotel room. I thought her giggle would give things away but it did not.
And so, his cock got its first taste of strange pussy in quite some time while I tasted hers. She laid me on my back kissed me and caressed my clit while he fucked me, watched me suck his cock again, watched me ride him until he came. I pulled off him after that, left him spent and her with quite the devious smile on her face, and went to get some water. When I came back into the room I leaned against the wall watched her taste his cock, spied the oh-so-content look on his face, and mentioned aloud his belly is not nearly as bad as she had told me, then asked if he had been working out? She stopped sucking him long enough to tell me yes he had been, seeing her with the fit, trim, and hung, had inspired his new health-conscious regimen. The look on his face... went from lust to confusion, with a quick stop at understanding, before a sense of resignation fell over him. I climbed next to her and, while we alternated sucking him and kissing each other, she told him we, the three of us, had plans the evening after next; and that if he was a good boy he'd get a reward much like the one he had just received. I gathered my things and left them as they were, with his cock on her mouth, and his look of resignation turning once again to lust.
The next day passed quickly enough for me, but I suspect 'twas not the case for them. She called a couple of times, making sure things were still on, making sure I was still with her, expending nervous energy while, I am sure, fending off his questions about the plans for the next evening. I assured her all was well, and cautioned her to not do a thing with him that evening, no matter how much he begged, that she too needed to be true to our plan.
The next evening I left my apartment, got into the hired car, and picked them up at their hotel. He was dressed shabby chic, and she had on this very nice and tight shimmering silver dress, a look somewhere between sultry and slutty. I had her sit in the middle, feeling her nervousness. I tried to put her at ease, telling her what was to happen was certainly within her, that she would be just fine. Still... I commented on her body, telling her she looked far more trim and fit than her pictures had indicated. She told me her new lifestyle meant a new her, out with the old frumpy and dumpy hausfrau and in with the new wanton and liberated woman. I grazed nail across her nipple, as she responded I asked her if she was excited. Of course she was. I asked if she had stayed true to our plan, which drew an annoyed and quizzed look from him and a knowing smile from her. Translation: she had not fucked him nor masturbated since two evenings back, when we had first met. She giggled again. I leaned close, caressed her breast, licked her ear a bit, and whispered all she needed to do was to give into the night and let her passions rule.
His curiosity got the better of him, and soon he got a bit obstreperous; or stroppy as our British cousins might say.
"What are we doing?" "Where are we going?" "What's going to happen?" He asked, each question coming just after the last.
Well, we are riding in a car, to New Jersey, and that is all you need to know, for now. All would be revealed in due time.
