0 comments/ 83550 views/ 29 favorites Put It In Writing! By: maninconn "But honey, trust me. It's going to be so fun, so sexy, I know you're going to love it. Do this one thing for me just because you love me. You do love me, right?" There it was. The "if you love me you'll_________" trap. Fill in that blank as you see fit. Do the ridiculous honey-do list on what should be a restful Saturday afternoon. Learn to waltz. Spend the summer building a ridiculous dog house. Shave your body, put on garters and hose, and let your wife tie you to a sturdy chair and have her way with you. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Honey-dos always suck. The dog house is embarrassing. There are better dances than the waltz. Then there comes the "tie you up while wearing women's undergarments thing." Being tied up at the mercy of your wife of 12 years may have a certain allure for some folks, but giving up control of myself totally was a definite downer. Shaving my body wasn't off the charts, I had been competitive both as a cyclist and as a swimmer when I was just a little younger, so it was only since I had stopped competing when my kids were born that my body hair had been allowed to grow at all. But it seemed like an awful lot of fuss for a simple roll in the hay. And then there was the whole garter and hose thing. Now some guys get into that, but I never had a vision of myself as anything but 100% male beefsteak. Seriously, I'm not bragging when I say there is no feminine side to me, at least physically. Mentally, ok, I have a sensitive nature. I like puppies, cried at the end of Ole Yeller and The Champ. Oh yeah, and I still can't hear the music from ET without wishing Elliot could have gone along at the end. But I spent years on the bike and in the pool. And since I still run triathlons a couple times a year, I kept the fit, hard body. At forty two, my shoulders are broad, my legs strong, and a 6' 2" frame with a 44" chest and a 30 inch waist is a source of pride. So no, I can't envision garters and lacy things on my legs. What I can envision is sex with my wife. She is six years younger, and loves taunting me with terms of endearment like "Old Fart," has gotten the kids calling me "Father Moses" and my biking club knows me as "Methusala." It's in good fun, and I take it well. I even had a cycling jersey made up in fluorescent green with "Methusala" printed on the back, so all those young bucks would know exactly who they finished behind. But that young little wife of mine can turn some heads. She has grown some nice curves as she has aged, but there isn't much junk in her trunk, and her smile as been known to melt mortal men. She was using that weapon on me now. "If you REALLLLLY love me you'll do it." What's a guy to say? Only one conceivable answer will do. "Yes dear." And you'd better not make it sound a bit snide or sarcastic. When she says that, she is going out on a limb, risking her standing as your partner. That's her ultimate bet, her all in, she needs this hand, so if you love her, you give it up. I love Nina. I agreed. Amidst the razors and the Nair there were professions of love and how much this meant. There were promises of favorite dinners and months of wild sex to pay me back for this weekend. "Weekend! I didn't remember anything about a weekend?" She had conveniently forgotten to tell me this would be more than a mere roll in the hay. The kids went to the country with her parents, and would be away until Sunday night. Yeah baby, Nina had a weekend of fun and games planned. She got me shaved and dressed in my sissy garb, then asked me to go down to the kitchen and make some lunch. She even had high heels that actually fit me and a frilly apron. I looked ridiculous. I wanted to stop. I couldn't walk in those fucking shoes. I not think she could either. She never went for the sexy shoes, aways voting for stylish comfort. "Look. This means a lot to me. I've been planning a big fantasy weekend for weeks. I need you to do this for me. When we are done, I will do anything you ask. Anything. I know I will owe you....and if it all goes nicely, I will want to pay you...big time." "Put that in writing." It was an inside joke. Years ago, her Dad had forced us to sign a prenup. His brother had been badly burned in an ugly divorce, so he was sensitive to how easily a trusting partner can be burned if their trusted partner turns evil. I remember telling him at the time that I would never hurt his daughter, I loved her too much. His response? "Put that in writing." Ever since then, when one of us asked the other to go out on a limb, to trust, to take a leap of faith, the other one would giggle to put it in writing. And like the prenup, we always did. So I removed my body hair, dressed in lingerie, and headed down to cook. I can cook. And I did. Did I tell you Nina is a nurse? Well thats her gig. But she never went to work looking like she did at lunch. The hem on her white dress was so short I thought she was missing a skirt. She Could wear heels, apparently, and they were brilliant white to match the dress and the lacy stockings held up by her own red garters. A deeply plunging neckline revealed more red lace cradling her beautiful breasts. She was made up, her hair done fancy, with a red nurses cap on top. Remember my dress? Nothing covering my baby maker? Well, that meant nothing to hide my appreciation for my wife. "Damn woman, forget what I cooked. I think I need you for lunch." "NO!" Ok, I was startled at her tone. But I could forgive her in this state. After all she was sex on heels and I was definitely prepared to deal with that. "The patient will refrain from sexual advances towards his caregiver. Now sit and eat lunch." I sat. I ate. I stared. I drooled. My dick remained hard as steel. When we finished, she slipped me a paper. She had put it in writing. I was to play her game unconditionally for the weekend. In return, she would never ask me to do this again. There would be things I would like, and things I might not, but I had to promise to remember she loved me tremendously, above anything else. She needed this to happen, and would do anything I asked in return when it was over. Anything. No limits. No limits. I should have realized then that she had something less than pleasant planned, but my dick was hard, she looked amazing, and I trusted her. I had no inkling how far she would go. I followed her upstairs. She blindfolded me. She reassured me that she would not hurt me, as she bound my ankles to the chair. She told me how she loved me as she bound my wrists. She told me she had been thinking of so many sexy fantasies over the sat few months, she wanted to play them out. Did I like dressing girlie? Did I like being bound? She cinched a belt that kept my torso locked in place, and two more to strap my shoulders down. My knees were bound with a lycra strap. I could pull them apart, but not for long. Then came the ultimate, a red rubber ball was shoved into my mouth, and strapped behind my head. I was helpless. " I am going to play with you a lot, but not today. That comes tomorrow when I start making it all up to you. Today, I am going to tease you, bring you to the edge of your self control, then leave you to recover without satisfaction of any release." I didn't like this. I didn't like being out of control. I didn't like being helpless. I don't like the word torture, and thats what his felt like. I didn't like her tone. She sounded evil, not like my partner at all. "This weekend is all about me. I'm not turning back for any reason. I'll make the rest of our lives all about you, but this is what I need. So we're going to start by playing doctor and nurse. You are the patient. I am the nurse. We will start the exam." She took my blood pressure. She took my temp. She listened to my lungs. She wrote my vital statistics on a triage form she had brought from work. She started an IV with a saline drip. "You'll need the fluids." She checked my eyes, and pronounced them sad. "Tough shit," she said. "This isn't about you." The rectal exam was the worst. She released the Lycra, propped my knees apart and inserted a probe up my ass. She milked my prostrate emptying my balls. She left me sitting there in my own spunk with the Lycra replaced. "I'm ready for you doctor," she called out. She stared straight into my eyes with a smirk as her colleague, Jeff from the hospital strode in. He wore scrubs and a lab coat. He too looked at me with a smirk, and declared there was nothing he could do with me. I was an inferior specimen, with a small dick that obviously leaked cum uncontrollably. He would much prefer to examine the nurse. I don't know what she expected to see in my eyes. But the smirk faded, and there was even a touch of...shame? She stopped looking my way. He took her in his arms and I felt my heart and soul break. He kissed her. She kissed him back with a passion that should only have been for me. I stared straight at her. He broke the kiss and came over to me. "I get it," he said. "Lots of guys have this fantasy, watching your woman with another guy. The only people who will ever know are right here. I can keep your dirty little secret. Actually I can do,anything for a hot piece of ass like her. So if you want, later maybe we'll let you loose, and you can play out the game by licking us clean, or serving us drinks." If only I were free. I would beat the shit out of this pretty boy and kick his nuts so hard they'd relocate to the back of his throat. I think he read that in my eyes, or something like it. His confidence broke and he stumbled backwards. The smirk disappeared. But he recovered as Nina helped him up, and proceeded to relieve him of his clothes. His cock sprang to life. He wasn't so big, he was smaller than me. I detected a look of disappointment in Nina's face. I guess when she planned to humiliate me while getting some strange, she wanted someone bigger. She avoided my direct gaze. It was indeed all about her today. They fucked. No foreplay or cuddling. He tore her clothes off, pressed her to the bed, and fucked my wife. When he finished he sprung to his feet, and went downstairs to prepare some wonderful snacks he had brought. Nina stood up, clearly disappointed. She continued to avoid my glare. I knew what she felt. She loved sex, but what she really responded to were long sessions of kissing, massaging, and caressing. She loved long drwan out sensual pampering. She loved loving sex. If it was quick, just now with Jeff, basking in the afterglow was important. To be left alone after a quckie, without having cum, was not definitely her preferred modus operandi. I knew it. She knew it. And she knew it was in my mind at that moment. She walked over to me, leaned to my ear. "Relax, we're just getting started." She went downstairs with Doctor Doolittle. I heard them in the kitchen. Nina was louder than usual, putting on airs. I don't know if she was trying to impress Jeff or me more, but she wasn't being herself. They came upstairs, and Jeff walked right over to me. "Now that you know what this is all about, we'd like some privacy. You'll wake up later, probably after dinner, and you can watch us fuck some then. We might even involve you a bit, wouldn't that be nice? Maybe you could suck my cock and fluff me up to do Nina again! Or maybe you'd like to clean her pussy afterwards. Maybe you can do both! I'm going to teach Nina how to ruin an orgasm for you, so you will be docile when I come over to play in the future...." "Jeff wait..." "NINA! Quiet. I told you I'd take care of him, now let me do as I promised! You just sit there on that beautiful bed of yours, yours and your husband's! And get that pussy of mine wet for round two! Now I'm going to put this little girl you call a husband to sleep." I struggled against the bonds. The last bit of control I had was in the power of witness. That was now being robbed as he placed the needle into the IV line. Nina looked on with some concern, but didnt stop the mad doctor. "Now tell me when you feel that three beer feeling...." There it was. And darkness fell. I don't remember the dreams. When I woke up it was dark. The room was empty, and smelled like sex and urine. The urine was me. I had released while drugged, and though the combination of dried semen and piss felt unpleasant, my body ached worse everyplace I was bound to the chair. I remember buying that chair at the antique shop, declaring it to be of amazing quality and sturdy enough to hold anything. I was hungry, sore, and broken hearted. My lips were chapped from being pressed into the crappy tasting gag. I was cold. All in all, I felt broken. Time passed. I don't know how much. It felt like weeks, but the sun never came up, so it was all within that same night. I heard the garage door open, and the familiar sound of Nina's car as it pulled in. I heard the door close, and footsteps coming upstairs. They came in the room, flipped the lights on and shouted for me to wake up. "Let the teasing begin." I intended to kill him at my first opportunity. Nina was less than enthusiastic about learning to edge me under Jeff's tutelage. So was I. He wanted to get me excited, and stop for a couple hours, and culminate the experience with a ruined orgasm. Then he wanted to fuck to satisfaction while I watched, totally frustrated. But no matter how or what they tried my dick wouldn't erect. I was in no mood for arousal. It spoiled Jeff's first plan, one small victory for me. Nina should have read that signal and seen that something was wrong with her scheme. She should have realized how angry I was, how far from turned on I was, and how close our marriage was drawing to the brink, if it wasnt already over. Should have. Didn't. Jeff took his dick out, and came over to slap my face with it. Well that didn't work out well. He didnt have a lot to slap with, and couldnt figure out how to place himself over a seated target effectively. Plan two, victory to me. I guess he figured how bad he was looking, and how he was losing Nina's attention to the games. He went to her, and began to make love. Yes, he must've learned something in the afternoon sessions I slept through. He did a better job. No oral, he wouldn't go down on a pussy that wasn't fresh you see, even by his own hand, or his own dick. What an ass. This time, when he finally mounted her, and she was responding like she actually was enjoying it at least a little, he pressed his face against hers, and locked her face where I could see it. Just as she began to cum, right in the middle of her groan of release, that sound I knew so well, she opened her eyes, and I locked them to mine. She knew. In that eye to eye exchange, she knew we were broken. Jeff had no clue what happened. This time he came over to me, determined to physically humiliate me. He pushed the chair over so that I would be on my back, still bound. He ripped the gag off me, with the strap gashing my forehead. He lowered his dick to my face, and slapped me. "Open your mouth and clean my cock, pussy." Wrong thing to say. "Jeff no, stop....." Right thing to say. But for Nina, too little too late. Enraged, he pummeled and pried at my jaw. I opened my mouth in defense. He slid his little pecker in. Why would anyone put a dick in the mouth of someone they have pissed off? I closed my mouth in offense. I didn't bite his dick off, but I hurt it real bad. But alas, I was still tied, I was still weakened from the anesthesia. I was easy prey. He beat me. He continued to bash my face long after consciousness had left my body. Somewhere in the process, I heard Nina scream, but the inevitable just cant be stopped. That's what inevitable means. He inevitably turned my face to pulp. I didn't meet the EMT's who took over the treatments on me that my wife had started. I didn't meet the officers who arrested Jeff, and later Nina. I didn't see my kids come home, or hear their grandparents screaming at their daughter after bailing her out. My concussion was so significant I was kept in an induced coma for a week to let the swelling in my brain dissipate. My jaw was broken along with other key spots in my face, skull and collarbones. I woke up in the hospital when they brought me out of the coma, but couldn't stay awake for more than a minute or two. When I was finally able to stay awake, the docs told me I would require a series of surgeries to repair my face. I would recover, and look like me again, but I had six months of procedures and bandages to look forward to. Then came the cops. Jeff and Nina faced numerous charges, including rape, assault and battery, reckless endangerment, illegal restraint, and illegal use of drugs. Jeff was licensed to administer the sedative drugs to me, but doing so without my consent and under the circumstances surrounding their use was unethical and as illegal as it could be. They were both under restraining orders to stay away from me and my home. Ironically, my wife and kids had moved in with her parents until this sorted out. Funny, Nina couldn't come near me, but was an still acceptable guardian to our kids in the eyes of the courts. When I finally regained my strength, I went home to an empty house. All my family's clothes, and personal items were gone. The bed was made, everything was clean, and empty. It echoed. I did manage to find that last paper she had signed. It was tucked into a shelf in the kitchen right where I had left it. Her promise that when this was over, she'd do anything I wanted. She'd spend the rest of her life making it up. I intended to hold her to it, but maybe not as she had intended. I scanned the note, and emailed it to her with my own note below. "Anything I want. It's in writing. Have your parents bring the kids home, where they belong. You stay away. Simple, huh? Your parents can arrange for you to see the kids. They will not ever mention you to me. No need to waste money on a divorce, unless you plan to marry someone else. We're as good as divorced already. If you go that way, you know I will take every thing. I have it all in writing." I sued the hospital and Jeff. I won big time.Jeff lost his license, but it didn't matter. He was in jail for 8-10 years. Nina lost her license too, and was forbidden to take any kind of job caring for people. Too bad, she was a fine nurse. She finally took a job as a dispatcher with our towns 911 service. I cared for my kids like Superdad. We went to see sights, take adventures, hit the best vacation spots. Hey, I had money to burn. I spoiled them rotten courtesy of Dr. Doolittle and County General. Their grandparents had been stuck with the explanations of why Mommy was in jail while I was still at the hospital. To their credit they were very sensitive to the kids' needs, and even had a counselor from school there to help see it through. Apparently my wife made no excuses to them when she was released on bond. She explained how she had hurt me, and now had to pay for her foolish whim. She left out the sexual deviance, but in every other way represented how she had betrayed me, our marriage, and their family. My face recovered. The docs were close, my facial reconstructions actually took closer to 9 months. That was short stuff. It took close to 10 years for me to recover mentally. Ten years of intense therapy and social adjustment. I went back on the local triathlon circuit and did very well. But if 42 is kind of Methusala-ish, then 52 drops the -ish, and soon my competitive edge was limited to my age group. My kids followed my footsteps, and my son is now bringing the family name back into top finisher lists, while my daughter prefers swimming in pools. She's off to college next year on a swimming scholarship. I never found anyone to replace Nina. No one could. Oh I found sex partners, and even a couple of women that captured a piece of my heart. But it didn't take a genius to recognize that my heart had been captured and broken by one woman years ago. Other women couldn't compete. Put It In Writing! I dream of Nina at night too. That's so strange to me. I never even spoke to her after that night. We never fought about it, yelled and screamed, called names. She became a recluse. The kids beg me to take her back. She doesn't date, doesn't go out, she just sits in her old room in her parents'' house and cries . I miss her so badly it hurts. So every times do, I go up to my bedroom, and sit in that sturdy antique chair. I break out into a cold sweat every time, as I can literally feel my bonds again. I feel my heart breaking. I feel my face being beaten. That's all it takes to make up my mind. In my case, alone wasn't lonely, it was good. I'll put that in writing too. Nina spend only fourteen months in jail. The fact that she had tried to stop Jeff twice, and had administered first aid and called for the ambulance convinced the judge that she had never intended to go as far as Jeff. She was however an accomplice, and the mastermind of the plot to trick me into that day, so jail time was a must. Jeff didn't make any of his opportunities for parole. He was sentenced to 8-10 years. And served all 10. Seemed he and his cell mates couldn't get along at first. They didn't see he reasons he felt he should have a life of privilege because he was a doctor. Especially since he would never be a doctor again. He was caught harassing members of the medical license review boards, desperately hoping for reinstatement. Turns out he wasn't a citizen of the US and was deported to his native Canada after being convicted of the harassment. Two time loser, you know. The Canadians were equally astute in denying him a license to practice medicine as well. Smart people, Canadians. But you know time passes. My daughter went to college, fell in love, and got married. Jeff paid for the wedding. Well, he and County General. Nina was there, and since my kids had made amends with her years before, I wouldn't have it any other way. It was awkward at the rehearsal after I walked my little girl down the aisle. I really didn't feel comfortable sitting down next to Nina. Once my Daddy duty was done. So I stood. In retrospect it was a shun, and yes she probably deserved it. I hadn't had to be close to her until then, you see. She respectfully stayed away. It was big of her to take it with grace, and not let it get her. I admired her for that. I admired her so much, that the next day, during the actual ceremony, "who gives this woman?" and instead of saying "I do," or "her mother and I do," I turned to her, offered my hand, brought her to her feet, and said "We do." Then I and joined her by taking the traditional seat beside her in the front pew. She looked up at me, and all those old feelings of comfortable pre-Jeff love flooded back. I can't tell you how I missed her. So we sat together at the reception. We danced he appropriate dances. We held hands. Everything felt good, everything felt right. I even got an erection on the last slow dance of the evening, and I know she noticed, because she drove her thigh right up on it like she had when we were young. Somehow she wound up in my hotel room to talk. But we didn't talk. Somehow we thought it would go easier with wine. It did. She fell into my arms extremely easily. Her dress fell from her shoulders easily. We suddenly became naked easily without fueling for one piece of clothing. She guided my to taste her sex effortlessly, and she took mine deep in her throat with comparative ease. When the time came, I glided into her dripping pussy with equal ease, and remained there for a long slow dance of mutual delight. She came easily. She came again. And once more before clamping down to squeeze one out of me. We kissed and fell asleep in each others arms. We awoke that way the next day. "I'm sorry," she said. "I cheated us out of our golden years together. I really need to talk to you about it, but I don't want to spoil the beautiful night you just gave me. All I could think about, from the moment you took my hand and stood me up to give our daughters hand, all I could think about was you holding my hand, at my wedding. The last ten years have been hell for me. I've been so lonely, but I can't bear to socialize. I get physically ill at the prospect of being with another guy. I left the hospital and went to work as a nurse in a public clinic, because the idea of using anesthesia or anything through an IV drip is repulsive. There is rarely any of that in my new job. "But the worst thing is the depression I've felt being without you. I need you in my life. I'll take it all to my grave if I have to, but I would really like to tell you all about that weekend. I need to get it off my chest, if you'll let me." I didn't have to consider the request long. I never dwelled on the why, simply on the what. But I have to admit the thought of why had crossed my mind many times. How does a perfect marriage go to hell that quickly? This woman I had loved more than myself had suddenly revealed herself to be a total stranger, ruining our marriage and her entire family's life. I nodded for her to continue, and braced myself for a new heartbreak. "Jeff was never important to me. I harbored this fantasy about having a huge cock, you know, like the porn stars have. It started before I met you in college. Friends and I watched a porno one night, and he guys were huge. It looked so incredible, seeing those big thick dongs filling those tight little pussies. All we could talk about was how much we wanted that, and how far the guys we dated were from measuring up. Suddenly, this circle of girls was slamming their guys and their teeny weenies, and riling themselves up into a big cock feeding frenzy." "We wound up at a sex shop looking at dildos. The guys in he place were all drooling over us, and kept hitting on us. One of the girls grabbed a 9" dildo off the display and held it up to them. 'Any of you old pervs who wants to talk us up, drop em show me you have at least this, or bug off!' They backed off, and we picked several big dildos to go home and try. When we stepped up to the counter, the cashier tallied it up, and told us he could get us a real guy that size. He told us he'd bring the guy to us, but only if he could watch. What can I say we agreed. We were horny, curious, and a little stoned, and all that made it seem like a great idea." "When we got to the apartment, the sex frenzy continued. We unpacked the dildos and began frigging ourselves like mad. Bottle of wine materialized, and a bong was going round. Dildos were passed around so we could each try different sizes. My head was swimming when the guys arrived, and my pussy was stuffed with a thick 8" dong. " I looked up somewhat startled. I was 8", and relatively thick, at least compared to other guys in locker rooms I had used. "Yeah, exactly. You're thinking that my fantasy cock was exactly like yours, like the real cock that came attached to my husband. You are right. That dildo set me off perfectly, and I wound up refusing to share it with the other girls, or trying anyone else's. I was like a baby clinging to its bottle. I wore myself out that night, and years later, when we started making love, and I realized my dream guy had my dream cock attached to him, I was hooked. Undortunately, there were two other little seeds that were sown big time that night, and they grew pretty strong over the years. The first was that later I realized that I missed out on the bigger dildos. And then there was the attraction that grew from watching the live show." "You see there I lay with a fake cock in my pussy, and the sex shop clerk comes in with this guy, this big guy. He makes the little guy strip down, and show us he was wearing panties, and his little weenie was straining against them. 'You did well, pantiboi,' the big guy said. 'If you stay good tonight, I'll let you clean up any chick I fuck, and maybe one of them will let you have sloppy seconds." With that, the big guy dropped his pants and ripped of his his shirt to reveal the hottest body I had ever seen, and a huge thick cock that was growing by the second. The girls were on the cock in a flash, and when it stopped growing was a couple inches longer than my dildo, and as thick as the guys arm." "My friends took turns mounting him, some even rode his mouth as they waited their turn. It was fascinating to watch his monster open up their tight pussies, and his stamina was amazing. The girls came quickly, and a rotation evolved around this man. The first time he came, my roommate had the honors of pumping it out of him. His sperm oozed from her pussy, and she screamed about how good it felt. But by the second time he was ready to cum, my attention had focused on his little friend. He had a toy in his ass, and his little penis was in a perpetual state of ooze, even though he didn't touch himself." "Most of the girls had several shots at the big guy. At the end of the night, the big guy looks at his friend and said "Ok, little man, this fine woman has agreed to let you have the last turn tonight. Put the hood on that little buddy of yours, and show her what you're made of. The clerk grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket, ripped it open, and as he rolled it over his cock, came in his own hand. The girls and the big guy erupted with laughter. 'Now watch this,' he said. 'Clean that rubber up, wuss.' The kid put the condom to his lips, and licked up every bit of his own spunk. He turned red with the humiliation even before the girls started laughing." "Most of the girls went home as the guys got dressed. I asked the little guy why he did it, and he told me the big guy was his wife's bull, and he was a cuckold. I had never heard that label before, so he explained it as a submissive husband, who allowed his wife to have sex with other men. His wife was dominant to him, but very submissive to strong guys, and was currently in a bull relationship with the big guy. He watched out for customers at the sex shop who might please the bull, and in exchange the bull expressed appreciation by commanding the cuckold's wife to take care of her husband. Because he had arranged this night with the big guy, the bull would force his wife to have sex with her husband every night that week. He would get to make love to his wife without sharing and without the bulls interference 4 times, since the bull had come four times with other women, and his wife wold have to blow him to completion three times for the public cum cleaning he had done, including of his own condom deposit." "After he explained his complicated cuckold fantasy. I began to explore it on the Internet, in movies, and in books. The whole cuckold psychology literally ate me up. A woman in control, having anyone she wanted while her man stayed home and cared for the kids." "Then came you. You with my dream cock, you with your patient art of making love, you who love me without question or demand, you were my perfect guy. In twelve years of marriage, I felt nothing but your love, your respect, and your sharing of everything. You were too strong for me to insist any of the things connected with cuckold fantasies. I pillowed talked everything with you, you know. Sharing me, watching me with another guy, domination, swinging even. You wouldn't bite at anything. We even role played some. You came in one night to find me with a dildo, talking dirty to an imaginary lover. You grabbed the dildo, tossed it in the garbage, and proceeded to make love to me while telling me how you'd beat the crap out of any guy I brought into our bed. I brought cuckold pornos home, and you ridiculed the assholes for not manning up and kicking the guy and the cheating wife out on their naked asses." "You're all man. Any attempt I made at getting these things to happen, even at a fantasy level, you ripped to shreds. So I took a chance on your love. You always told me you'd do anything I wanted, because you loved me so much. I gambled on that. I came up with that asinine scheme that risked living my fantasy against your amazing love." "Jeff flirted with me for years. He was handsome and charming, but I never let my guard down. When I decided to do this, he seemed perfect. He has a reputation as a ladies man, and I assumed any good lover must have a great cock. I mean how else would I find a clean, good looking candidate? Trust a stranger? No way. Jeff had a reputation with some of the single nurses. I bought into it. He couldn't hold a candle to you. He was a shitty lover. Wen this all came down, I let those single nurses know how low their standards were. I was even tempted to fix them up with you after we split, just to let them know how good it can be." "Jeff was selfish. He was impatient. He was clueless about how to touch a woman. He wanted all kinds of kink, but was such a germophobe, he even disliked kissing. All take no give. And he was so fucking small. Half of my fantasy was having a bigger guy, and you dwarfed him. Then you just stared at me. Your cock didn't even twitch with the beginning of an erection. You hated it, and we both knew it. Jeff was determined to make you jealous, I wanted to stop after I realized the size of the mistake I'd made. I wanted to minimize the damage and beg you to forgive my stupidity. But he talked me into drugging you, and going out on the town while you slept. He thought if we caught you while you were coming to, we could catch you off guard." "I didn't want to use the drugs. I knew it was risky, very dangerous and very illegal. Then he told, me how easily he could let everyone know what had happened. He blackmailed me. Of course he also assured me he knew what he was doing, the drugs were foolproof, you wouldn't be totally coherent when you woke up, you'd see us and get aroused recognizing me in a live sex act. He claimed that was a subconscious desire of every male, to see his mate fuck someone, then to take sloppy seconds as a way of reclaiming her. I guess the survey that he got his info from never met a guy like you." "When we came home, you were already awake. I guess he miscalculated the time the drug would be effective, or else he stayed out too late. It was obvious you were pissed. The look in your eyes, let me know how deeply you were hurt, and how deeply I had hurt our relationship. I knew we would never be the same. I was appalled when he forced you to take his dick into your mouth. That he forced you while you were bound was disgusting. I could have warned him that he was stupid to think his dick would survive that little plan. But I wanted to see you put him down, and I knew you would. I cheered when you clamped your teeth down. You really hurt him you know. He is incapable of getting an erection now. You severed nerves and blood vessels that make him unable to have sex ever again." "But then he recovered and started beating on you. You couldn't defend yourself. He was in a rage, and I couldn't stop him. It was all my fault. I put the unstoppable force up against the immovable object, and you got the worse of it. You spend your life helping and protecting me and the kids, and I put you squarely in harm's way, with your hands bound. I'll never forgive myself for that. It's my shame for the rest of my life. When I did get him stopped, he was a coward. He got dressed and ran. I called 911, and started first aid. You know the rest." "I told you I'd do anything after that weekend. I promised I'd make it up to you, if I could just play out those fantasies. Now I know they are nightmares, and regret everything except promising to make it up. I still mean that. I will never be with another guy again. Until last night, I thought I'd never have sex again. I knew you hated me. But I owed you. I had to honor your request to leave you alone forever, because I promised you that. I'm so glad you let me off the hook from my exile, even if just for that one night." "I'm glad you let me tell you my story too. I really needed to tell it. And now I want to tell you that I will always be only a phone call away. I ruined your life, and in doing so exposed you to brutal danger. Damn it, I risked your life on a fantasy, how stupid and heartless was that! I owe you my life. You can call me. For sex, or to clean your house, or to serve you and your friends drinks for a game, or poker night, or to cook and serve dinner for you and your date. I'll mow your lawn, or wash your car, and when it is done, I'll clean up after myself, and quietly go home without bothering you. And the next time you call, I'll grovel at your feet thanking you for the opportunity to make up for what's did to you in one more tiny measure. I am yours, forever, in any way you want. And if you don't want me, I will stay away. But if I do, know that I am still yours, and no one else will have me in any way, ever again." She looked at me earnestly. I believed her. But I didn't want a slave. I didn't want a personal whore. I didn't want a maid, a cook, or a valet. I wanted that weekend gone. I wanted back where we were before her hair brained scheme. I knew that was impossible. She took it well when I told her this. She didnt break down, but the disappointment was evident on her face. She got up and started to dress. I watched her from the bed. I saw the scar from the Caesarians that had served as my children's door to the world. I admired her perfect breasts, and instead of seeing them as the sexual attractions she had offered to Jeff to maul, I saw my children nursing at them. I saw the elegant curves of her arms not wrapped around Jeff in that moment of stupid passion, but tenderly reaching for me on our wedding night. I saw her luscious lips, not those that wrapped hem selves around Jeff's filthy cock, but as those who kissed me goodnight for the best dozen years of my life. "You know, you made a lot of mistakes, but the worst was failing to divorce me." Well there it was, a moment of perplexing confusion. She froze, unable to decide on a response. "I never wanted a divorce. I look back, and know I was foolish to want an adventure, but I never wanted to lose you. I never wanted to ruin our marriage." "Nina, you broke that marriage. Jeff broke me. It all broke the kids' hearts. I had to work my ass of to stay sane enough to fix myself. It took along time, and I struggled both physically and mentally. The kids helped. Your parents helped, without your mom I'd have jumped off a bridge somewhere. And we owe your dad for guiding the kids so well, until I woke up from my funk and became a dad again. But that marriage? That's gone. We can't pull that one back ffom its grave. Put it to bed for good. Divorce me." Now the tears finally fell. I guess all those years of still legally carrying the status of being my wife kept a hope alive, even just a bit. Now telling her it is time to punt was finally too much. "Divorce me. And let's start again. Go out with me the night the divorce is final. Let me take you to dinner at Angie's. We'll stay for dancing, then we'll go up to the lake and sit and talk. Maybe we'll even have our "second" first kiss. We might stay out too late, and have to explain being late to your mom..." You weren't there the first time around, or you'd recognize the details of the first night we made love. We both agreed many times that after that date, we knew each other was "The One." You couldn't recognize it, but Nina did. She threw herself back in bed and those elegant arms pulled those perfect breasts warmly against my body, while those luscious lips sought mine and that scar rubbed up against my groin as we groped our way into a new session of making love. Of course I had some conditions. Hell I planned to get something out of this. Fantasies were never to be hidden. They were to be discussed openly, shared without secret, and talked about carefully afterwards to determine if they were to become a continuing pursuit, or remain a one time event. I would allow her to cuckold me, and could find herself a big cocked guy to do so. She could hardly believe it. She kissed me hard, fast and long, and unloaded all her sexual dreams and kinks. There were several. I would be crossdressing under my suits, and occasionally in full regalia in public. She would be making me serve her naked, maybe with company present. I would be tied and fucked with a strap on, and might have to do things to another guy. She went on and on, but then realized, here was a flip side to this record. Put It In Writing! "I may not have spent much time with you over the last several years, but I know you. What are you not telling me? What fantasies are you planning." "Well technically your fantasy wouldn't be cuckolding, because there is no way I would stay home waiting and wondering about You. I'll be out filling my dance card and notching my bedpost too. so fantasies of mine? We'll there is the one while skydiving, the one with your college roommate, Jeannette, and your other college roommate Suzy and the one with both of them together, and the one with your cousin Donna, then the one where we go do the dishes after thanksgiving dinner at your parents house and we fuck on the kitchen table while everyone else is in the next room, then the one...." "You know, let's keep fantasy just as pillow talk...." I just laughed. "No sorry, Donna and Jeannette are too hot to give up. I've always had the hots for them, well Suzy too. And for that matter, your mom has always been a walking wet dream to me so..." Yeah. She slugged me. Then she fucked me. Then she fucked me again. Then she called her cousin, the lawyer, and told him to file to divorce me. That took some serious explanation, since he heard me harassing her in the background. Then she fucked me again. I wonder when she'll realize I was serious about the fantasies. I know i was laughing, but really, I do want to fuck while skydiving. And playing with some new pussy while having Old Reliable at home sounds pretty sweet, especially a threesome with Donna AND Old Reliable. After all, Nina said anything, right? Why give up on that!? Yes sir, she said anything. But honey, trust me. It's going to be so fun, so sexy, I know you're going to love it. And I'll put it in writing. But, seriously, don't look for me cross dressing, or serving drinks naked. Ain't happening. I'll put that in writing too.