0 comments/ 3278 views/ 0 favorites Messages By: Masquirade In the years that followed, Danice found herself wondering (when her mind was not preoccupied with work) how she had ended up in a hotel room with one of the underworld's most elite bodyguards, Erik Hunter. Light cut in through smoky, dingy windows, illuminating the drab, poorly decorated room in shards. Outside, the sounds of life were being drowned away by a near cacophony of road noise and the clanking air conditioner. The bed was lumpy, and the sheets had the unmistakable feeling of having been washed too many times by careless workers in cheap, industrial machines. Though this was not Danice's first (okay, it wasn't in the top 100) choice of places in which to be seduced, she had to admit that Erik was, if possible, even more charming because of (if not in spite of) the atrocious circumstances. He was a broad man, with wide shoulders, and an odd ability to fill space with a mixture of both attitude and form. He had chocolate hair that fell in an unconsciously cool, unkempt, shaggy hairstyle over his ice blue eyes. When he smiled, it was always in a smirk, but when he laughed, it was an honest, fully encompassing sound in which he usually threw his head back and roared. His style was simple; sweaters or shirts, and jeans, nothing too fitted (to allow him to hide his gun if needed) but not so loose as to hide his well toned muscles. He was staring at her now, his face so alight that even if one of the shards of dull yellow lamplight from outside hadn't been cast directly on him, Danice was sure he would have been lit on inner glow alone. The Air Conditioner (which comprised of two settings -- arctic and desert) had the room at a chill, but Danice hardly noticed. He was so close, pressing his body against hers, his hands sliding under her shirt, over her skin -- making her shiver. She arched up into his touch, letting her eyes close so she could savor that moment. He brought his lips down to her ear and caressed her earlobe as he spoke to her in a warm, numbing whisper. "I've wanted you for awhile, Danni." His voice was a purr. Danice was reminded of a large hunting cat that had somehow been trapped in a man's body. She smiled at his pet name for her, nuzzling her cheek against his. He pulled back only far enough to catch her lips in a kiss. This was no light kiss, no gentle hello. This was bottled sexual ferocity, exploding against her. She responded in kind -- she couldn't remember ever trusting a man the way she did Erik. He was her guardian against death, leaping in front of bullets for her, and now saving her from an all encompassing loneliness that seemed to have permeated her being, building a wall of thorns around her heart that he was slowly prying away. He opened her to him, body and heart, his leg sweeping between hers. She moved her legs to catch around his hips. It was easier for her to remove his clothing, as he was braced over her, kissing at her neck and chest, leaving small marks on her skin, and stealing her breath. She pulled his shirt up off his body unceremoniously. She then started on his pants, catching her feet in his jeans, and shoving the clothes from his body. He leaned back to look her over. He was far more slow and careful with the removal of her clothes, making her mewl in desire as he made her wait for what she so anticipated. It was dangerous for her to fall for him, and that danger only made it more exciting. She let her guard down as he traced the contours of her body with gentle, loving fingertips, as though trying to memorize every inch of her by touch. He drew her up to kneel with him, his arms wrapping around her, encompassing her in his warmth, and the security it brought. His fingertips slipped over a spot on the small of her back that always made her gasp. His other hand thumbed her nipple, teasing her until every breath she spoke was pleading to him to take her. He pushed her down onto her back, holding her down, desire in his eyes. "Do it, Baby." She urged him. He gave her a Cheshire cat grin. He drove his hips to hers, impaling her in a perfect -- The phone was ringing. Danice swore. She was going to murder the caller. She was a Private Detective, after all -- she'd make it look like an accident. The dream burned fresh in her mind as she fought under her pillows and sheets to find the cell phone that, at the moment, she regretted ever purchasing. A steady stream of oaths and swears grumbled from her until she opened the phone to engage the call. "Summer Investigations," she snarled, in what she hoped was her most feral voice. Messages While Travelling An erotic change in my life happened while I was travelling abroad on one of my frequent business trips. On the first night away on this particular trip I received an SMS from an anonymous number. It simply read, "While you are away I am going to try to make your fantasy of having your wife fuck another man become a reality. I will keep you informed of progress." I was stunned and quickly checked to make sure that the sender's number was not available. It was not. Who could this person be and how did they know about my fantasy -- and that I was away travelling at that time? As I sat at the bar in my hotel I recalled chatting to Steve, a close friend, at a social function a few nights earlier. We had both had quite a bit to drink and, as men tend to do, got onto the subject of sex. I had shared with Steve my fantasy of wanting my wife to have sex with other men -- preferably with me watching. I had taken Amy's virginity and as far as I knew she had never had any sexual interaction of any sort with another man since we got married. Our sex life was not bad, but I often wondered if more variety for her would stimulate more exciting sex between us as well. Steve admitted to having similar thoughts and hopes about his wife. Although we spoke openly to each other about our home sex lives, Steve and I had many years ago agreed never to hit on each other's partners, out of respect for our friendship. I was totally confident that Steve would honour this. Given that I was confident that it was not Steve, who on earth could have sent the message? I also remembered that there were crowds of people at the function, so it was not impossible that somebody had overheard my conversation with Steve. I desperately tried to picture who had been standing around us, or near to us that evening. What confused me even more, was that it had to be someone that knew something about me or my wife -- otherwise how would he go about meeting her. As I headed for bed I felt shocked, confused and intrigued -- but deep down I also experienced a little nervous thrill at the prospect of some stranger hitting on my wife. With all this I also felt a strong measure of concern for my wife and her well-being, especially since I had no idea who this stranger was. As I tossed and turned in my bed I started thinking that possibly it was all just a hoax from some person that overheard Steve and me. Possibly this person was just playing a practical joke on me. But why do it while I was away? And how did they get my phone number? Was it possibly somebody that I actually knew? These thoughts raged through my mind keeping me awake for hours before sheer exhaustion from my travels eventually prevailed and I fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning at breakfast I started convincing myself that it was just some hoax. As my day progressed I was kept so busy with work issues that I could spare little thought for what sexual escapades could be taking place at home. I realised through the day, however, that I was in a bit of a predicament. I could not phone my wife to tell her about the SMS, since I would then have to admit to her that I had told Steve about my fantasy. I was sure that she would not be happy about me sharing with Steve sexual fantasies that involved her. This was also a fantasy that I guessed she would never live out for me. Having had little sleep the night before, I opted for a quick, light supper before retiring early to my room for a good night's rest. As I stepped out of the shower I noticed my mobile phone flashing with a message. With some trepidation I picked it up and opened the message. "Have met your wife and chatted to her in the gym. Amy looks very shapely in her gym kit. I look forward to seeing her naked." My cock twitched as I read the last bit. Oh shit, I thought, this guy clearly knows who my wife is - and he says he wants to see her naked. The prospect of a strange man seeing Amy naked did give me a bit of a thrill again -- but I still felt concern and frustration at not knowing who this stranger was. I checked the mobile phone again, but could still not access the number from which the message as sent. I lay on my bed running through fantasies of my wife wilfully exposing herself to another man. I fondled my cock and was soon masturbating hard as the visions and the fantasy developed in my mind. Despite being exhausted, I climaxed really quickly and shot a huge load of cum all over my chest. In the afterglow of my orgasm, as the fantasy rapidly faded away, I again started doubting the genuineness of the messages. Maybe somebody was really just having me on. I briefly wondered if Steve was just teasing me, but quickly dismissed this as I knew he would not joke about anything related to my wife and sex. Fortunately I slept well that night. No doubt, the lack of sleep the previous night and the pleasurable relief of the hand job I hand given myself, did the trick. The next morning work went as planned and I felt more productive having not been deprived of sleep. I found I was not thinking much about the messages from the stranger. While sitting in a meeting shortly before lunch I felt my phone buzz with another message. I hoped it was work related but could not help wondering if just possibly it was another update relating to my wife. Curiosity got the better of me and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. "Enjoyed going out for coffee with Amy after the gym. She told me that she felt a bit naughty, but liberated, to be out socialising with another man." My heart sank and my cock twitched again. This person obviously knew that Amy went to the gym everyday as she did not work. Trying to get my mind back on track I slowly headed back to the meeting room. The whole afternoon my mind vacillated between my work and what could be happening at home. I felt a bit helpless, just having to wait for the next message. I could not follow up to find out more than I was being fed by this person. I had considered calling my wife to subtly try to find out if this was just a hoax, but on reflection decided against it at this stage. If it was just a hoax, then I would make a real fool of myself -- and additionally I would make my wife feel that I did not trust her. I did not want this in any way, since if my fantasy was ever to become a reality she would have to believe that I trusted her implicitly. Finally -- if this person was truly "seducing" her, I did not want to kill the chance of it happening, and thereby the chances of increasing Amy's sexual experiences, which would hopefully lead to more eroticism in our married sex lives. I ended up masturbating again that night as I read the anonymous messages again. The erotic tension had me on edge and aroused. I wished I could be a fly on the wall back home and see what was happening. At just about the same time the next day the next message came through. "Coffee again today. I bought her flowers and she kissed me. She did not object when I placed my hand on her thigh as we chatted. I kissed her open mouth when we parted. After the initial surprise she quickly got into it." I had just absorbed the meaning of this message when another message came through. It was a picture of my wife. This just confirmed that the messages were no hoax. I found myself looking critically at the photograph, appreciating just how sexy Amy looked wearing a low cut dress for her outing with this man. That night I again sat with the feeling of helplessness. I was aroused at the thoughts of what might happen, but somehow it was a hollow feeling knowing I was at this man's mercy in terms of how much he would share with me. I would never know if he was leading me on, or if he would share what he was actually doing with my wife. Again my temptation to call my Amy was overridden by the desire not to kill the erotic fantasy of her indulging with another man. I had also never discussed my fantasy with Amy and would not know how to explain my fantasy to her over the phone. The next day I started getting on edge as lunch time approached in anticipation of the next update. Nothing came then ... or for the rest of the day. By evening I was quite tense wondering what was really happening far away in my hometown. Fortunately some of the people I had been working with took me out for dinner and drinks. I drowned my frustrations and just passed out on my bed when I got back to my hotel. The next morning I called Amy - sticking to our normal arrangement of calling each other every few days. I was itching to ask her about the messages I had received but managed to hold back. Amy chatted happily as we always do when I am away. She seemed so normal and relaxed that by the end of the conversation I was again doubtful that anything unusual was happening at home. As a result I had a more relaxed work day and did not experience any anxiety when the lunchtime message did not materialise. That afternoon I caught another flight to my next destination. As I disembarked I switched on my phone again. Almost immediately a new message popped up. It was a bit longer than the previous ones. "We had lunch today and quite a bit of wine. That seem to relax her, and she talked about how she felt a naughty excitement going out with another man. She was happy to let me stroke her bare legs under the table. She even put her hand on my leg towards the end. Afterwards in the car park we kissed open mouth and she allowed me to fondle her braless tits through her blouse -- nice and firm! Clearly it excited her as her nipples went quite hard. Hope to get her topless next time so I can see her tits." Again this was followed by a picture of my wife. Sure enough, there she was sitting at a café with a glass of wine - but rather shockingly for me, she was clearly braless and her nipples were excitingly erect. My cock went hard as I pictured the scene. I wished I could be there to watch in reality as another man fondled my wife's tits and got her worked up. As I walked to collect my baggage I hoped that the bulge in my trousers from my rock hard cock was not too obvious. I knew I would have my cock out and masturbating soon after I got to my hotel. I was still in the taxi on my way to the hotel when another message beeped. As I glanced down I saw the sender's number appear on the screen. I immediately assumed it was from another person. With a mixture of relief and disappointment I opened the message. "I hope you still want your fantasy to come true .... because it is going ahead anyway. I am hot for your wife, and she is rapidly opening up. If you want more detailed messages, and maybe some pictures, send me your e-mail address to this phone number. PS -- this was not sent from my phone so do not bother trying to call this number." I was so distracted by this latest message that it took me a while to realise that the taxi had arrived at my hotel. I quickly settled with the driver and went indoors to check in. The process seemed to drag, as I badly wanted to get to my room to be alone to be able to deal with my situation in solitude. Finally I got to the room, dumped my bags on the floor and flopped back into the only chair in the room. My mind was totally engrossed on how best to reply to this man who was seemingly set on seducing my wife. I desperately wanted to know what was happening. I wanted him to give me updates. I wanted him to tell me that Amy had got naked for him. I wanted him to tell me how he excited her, stimulated her, stripped her naked and penetrated her. I wanted him to tell me how he made her cum. In a brief rational moment I just hoped that my wife was in control and so would stop any events if she was not comfortable with what was happening. I wanted to tell this stranger keep me informed, but I was very conscious that by admitting this to him I would implicitly be telling him that he had my approval to go ahead and seduce and fuck my wife. In my fantasies it just happened. It was not like this where I was to some degree being humiliated into telling him that I wanted him to screw Amy. Furthermore, I would be submitting to him. I was giving him approval to do as he liked, as often as he liked, with my wife. He could choose to tell me everything or only feed me titbits. I would never know. I would have to hope that I got enough feedback to justify the risk of getting my fantasy lived out. I was at his mercy. I questioned myself over and over. Was I ready to be humiliated and submit to another man's sexual desire for my wife? Despite my long standing fantasy, was I truly ready for my wife to be sexually stimulated and fucked by another man? As my mind weighed up these aspects, I found myself hoping that he would take pictures of her naked. I had never taken pictures of Amy nude. I had never really thought of it since I guessed she would never allow it. My fantasy, fuelled by the added erotic prospect of another man taking pictures of Amy naked and exposed won the day. I hauled out my phone and replied. I sent only my e-mail address feeling too submissive to offer any further comment or suggestion. Through this simple gesture of sending my e-mail address I had not only given this stranger permission to seduce and screw my wife, but also let him know that I wanted him to do it. I felt really strange but amazingly aroused at having reached this point. Another self-induced orgasm rippled through me as I relieved the erotic tension before showering and heading out to find something to eat. That evening I tucked into the room mini-bar as I considered my situation time and time again. Had I done the right thing? Would this prove to be a bad thing in the long term? Would Amy ever find out that I had given this man permission to fuck her? If so what would she think of it? I fervently hoped that my personal erotic pleasure - in addition to the pleasures which I was confident that Amy would experience - would outweigh the potential negatives. When I awoke the next morning I somehow felt more at ease. Having submitted control to this stranger I felt I could do no more than wait in anticipation of any feedback he would give me. My wife was going to be seduced, stripped and fucked while I was away - and I just had to wait for erotic messages and hopefully pictures to confirm what she was enjoying in my absence. I received no more messages during the next day and tried to concentrate in the meetings I had scheduled. However, every now and then I found my mind wondering, thinking about my wife and this stranger. I badly wanted more messages to know just what was happening. I felt I was in a state of mental bondage ....... my mind and fantasies were restrained by the limited information being fed to me. I could only anticipate the stimulation of the erotic update messages, but had no control over when I got them. Only late that evening, while catching up on my e-mails in my hotel room after dinner, did the next update come through. Being an e-mail rather than a SMS the message was a little longer and gave me just that bit more information. "I met Amy at a cocktail bar this evening. We enjoyed a few drinks before I took her out onto the deck outside where it was dark and I could kiss and fondle her. She did not resist at all and it was clear that she enjoyed it. After a while I got my hand in under her blouse and undid her bra -- with no resistance from her at all. She moaned with pleasure and excitement as my hand caressed the bare skin of her tits. Her nipples respond amazingly .... as I am sure you know. I can't wait to suck them sometime soon. Later, when we went back inside I asked Amy if she objected to me touching her. She said she did not mind at all .... and in fact really enjoyed it. She then also told me she had never done this with another man since she got married, and that she was surprised at how liberating and exciting it felt. She did add that she felt a measure of guilt but could not resist the temptation of exploring some freedom while you are away." As my cock swelled and twitched from the image of another man caressing my Amy's tits and hard nipples, I tried to imagine where this cocktail bar could be. As a couple we did not often go to cocktail bars, so I did not know them all, and certainly could not picture one with an outside deck. Frustratingly I could not picture where they had met - and where my Amy had her first experience of another man touching her tits since being married. The next day my mind was regularly filled with images of my wife being fondled and aroused, with her erect nipples being toyed with by another man. This kept my cock in a semi-hard state for most of the day. Similar to the previous day I received the next update after dinner. "Amy readily agreed to meet for drinks again this evening. She clearly enjoyed yesterday!! I think she wants more excitement but is still a little uncertain, since she did not want me to fetch her from your home, but rather wanted to drive in her own car to the cocktail bar. I am sure this will change after our interaction this evening. After a few drinks she was clearly relaxed and horny. I did not touch her while we were having drinks, letting her desires and needs build up. I could sense that my plan was working as she started touching and stroking my leg. Amy happily agreed when I suggested we go and have a cuddle in my car, in the car park, before we went our separate ways. We kissed deeply as I pulled down her dress. She was wearing a lovely lacy, see through bra underneath. Even in the semi-dark of the car park I could see her erect nipples poking through the lace. Your Amy was clearly hot and turned on. She did not resist at all - and in fact smiled at me - as I unclipped her bra. I think she really wanted me to see her tits and to touch them and fondle them. She loved having her nipples sucked and tugged. It got her moaning and really horny. While playing with her gorgeous tits I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock and she rubbed it through my jeans. After a while either guilt or nervousness hit her, and she pulled back saying that she thought she ought to get going. Amy got so turned on tonight that I am confident she will go all the way soon. I am sure that as she lies in bed tonight she will be fantasizing about full blown sex. Do you think she could be lying in bed masturbating right now as she fantasizes about cheating on you??" I re-read the message a few times as my cock got harder and harder. I had to believe what this strange guy was telling me. My Amy had let him see her tits and let him suck on her sensitive nipples. I knew that this would turn her on tremendously. The message also teased about Amy possibly masturbating as she fantasized about sex with another man. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it could be a real possibility. It got me completely hard imaging my Amy in this state. I wanted her to fantasize about another man .... and I wanted her to masturbate while she did it. Amy would never admit to me that she ever masturbated, and certainly would never agree to do so in front of me, much as I wished to see her make herself cum. I stroked my cock furiously as these images and thoughts ran through my mind. Very soon my body shuddered with sexual release and I squirted a huge load of cum all over myself and the desk. Fortunately I managed to miss covering my laptop in my sperm. Messages While Travelling Having relieved the immediate sexual tension, I decided to call Amy. I badly wanted to establish if I could sense anything from her on the events that the stranger was having me believe were happening. Not surprisingly Amy did not say anything or allude to any erotic events in her life since I had left on my business trip. The only slight suggestion came from her saying in a rather suggestive tone that she was missing me. I knew that tone of voice implied she wanted to have sex. I responded that would just have to "look after herself" until I got back, hoping that she may give me a hint (however small) that she was in fact masturbating or finding her relief in other ways. She just left me hanging by replying dreamily that she thought she would be able to look after herself. Frustratingly, by the time we rang off I still had no sense from Amy as to whether anything had happened with another guy. However, by now I was quite certain that Amy had been seeing this other guy (otherwise where would the pictures have come from?), but still had no clear evidence that he had seen her topless and fondled her. My confirmation was to come through late the next night -- in the form of a long e-mail. "Amy let me fetch her from your home this evening when we went out for dinner. It looks like a very nice home. You must be doing quite well for yourself. I wonder if I will ever get to fuck Amy in your bed!! Amy dressed very sexily this evening in a black, low cut dress and was excitingly braless as well. Your Amy clearly wanted to look and feel sexy. She let me take a few pictures of her on my cellphone, and seemed to enjoy the fact that I wanted pictures of her. After a few glasses of wine and some intimate touching I asked her to be a little daring and let me take a picture of her exposing one of her tits. It was fun to see her confusion as the thought of being so naughty obviously excited her, but she was too nervous to do it. After some persuasion and a bit more wine she was clearly getting more turned on by the idea. She finally agreed to let me have a picture of her exposing herself - but wanted it to be very quick. I obliged by snapping just one picture very quickly, before she hastily pulled up her dress strap again. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS PICTURE OF YOUR WIFE MISBEAHVING!!! Amy tells me that you have never taken pictures of her nude. What a shame, as it seems to excite her. Later, as I spoke to her about exposing herself for the picture, I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh to see just how much it had excited her. With my hand close to the top of thigh, Amy leaned across to kiss me, easing her legs open to let me touch her pussy through her thong. It did not take long to get to a point where I was fingering her sopping cunt .... hidden by the long tablecloth. As she rode my fingers, Amy whispered to me that she could not believe she was being so wanton with a stranger -- and even more so since it was in a public place. Clearly she found the whole thing very erotic and exciting. I stopped before she orgasmed since I wanted to keep her desires on a high. By the time we left the restaurant it was clear that your wife would never be the same little naïve, loyal wife again!! That is enough for now. I will leave you guessing how the evening ended -- and fill you in tomorrow!" I was stunned to receive the picture of my wife exposing her breast. This was indisputable evidence that someone was getting his way with my wife ..... and more to the point, that my wife was willingly going along with it. When the stranger had suggested he might send pictures of Amy, I had also never dreamt that they could possibly be erotic pictures. My mind was in a turmoil of mixed emotions. Amy had never exposed herself in public with me around, and even less had she allowed me to take pictures of her in any state of undress. She had never been this bold with me. Rather ashamedly I admitted to myself I had never asked her to do this as I was convinced she was too shy and conservative to entertain such suggestions. It was rather a shock that a stranger had got her so aroused and thrilled that she willing did such naughty things. She had even let him finger her under that table in the restaurant. There clearly was a side to my wife that I had not understood at all in the past. It excited me tremendously -- but strangely also scared me. My fantasy of my wife having sex with another man seemed very likely to become a reality. Although I still had some reservations about this, deep down I still wanted the erotic thrill on knowing it happened. However, I was not sure what to think or feel about my wife exploring these other erotic avenues -- of exposing herself in public, of having photos taken of her doing so and indulging in sexual acts in restaurants. Was this just a one-off thrill while I was away, or would she want to continue with some level of this? Silently I hoped that she would allow me to take pictures of her naked or partially clothed. In thinking this it also raised some concerns in me about what this strange guy would do with the pictures of Amy. Would he keep them to himself -- or would he share them with his friends? I tried not to think about it since at this stage I had no control over it. Despite the mental wrestling that I was going through, my cock was again rigid. It barely softened as I undressed and showered before getting onto my bed to lie back and stroke myself to yet another orgasm as I pictured the scenes back home. As I tossed and turned before falling asleep, I wondered how I might ever raise the subject of this whole experience with Amy. I just hoped that the fact that she, by all accounts, was thoroughly enjoying her experience, would make it easier to broach the subject with her. When I woke the next morning and did my routine check of e-mails before I went for breakfast, I found another, very brief, message from the stranger. "Did you masturbate thinking of your wife possibly indulging in all sorts of sexual pleasures last night?" I knew that I had effectively submitted to this man earlier in our communication, but I did not feel ready to humiliate myself further by responding to him --so I just tried to ignore the message. Later that day as I sat at the airport checking my e-mails while waiting for a flight to my next destination, another brief message flashed up. "If you want to know what happened last night, you must tell me if you made yourself cum thinking of your wife with another man. It is your fantasy after all!" "Yes" I replied simply ... knowing that this directly confirmed to him that I was excited by the prospect of him pleasuring my wife, and that I was accepting of his seduction of Amy. By the time I got to my hotel in the next city, the strangers update e-mail had come through. "I invited Amy back to my apartment after dinner. She tried to resist saying she knew it would be wrong, but I could see that she was sorely tempted -- and from her stiff nipples it was clear that she was sexually aroused. I asked why it would be wrong. Because of what might happen she replied. And what do you think might happen, I teased her. She tried to avoid giving me a direct answer by saying that we might get carried away. I asked if she meant that we might end up having sex. Yes she had replied meekly. I asked if that was not what she wanted? She admitted sheepishly that she did, but as a married woman knew that she should not. I suggested to her that she would get huge pleasure, excitement and satisfaction if she just let go for that night and allowed herself to freely enjoy pure erotic, lustful sex. She admitted that she had never been able to experience this before and the thought of it excited her immensely. Amy just sat there not wanting to answer. I could see she wanted it badly, but still had slight guilt feelings. To get her to commit I fingered her a bit more and while doing so asked her if she would prefer orgasming in the restaurant or only once she was totally naked in my apartment. I knew I was going to fuck your Amy as she submitted to her desires and, with an embarrassed little smile simply said it was to be the apartment. Needless to say Amy was soon totally naked in my apartment -- she has got a great body -- and we ended up fucking right there in the living room. She said I did not need to use a condom ..... so your wife got a huge dose of my sperm up her cunt. She loved the idea of it. Amy orgasmed very quickly so was ready for more quite soon. We spent the rest of the night in my bed. You wife was tireless last night. We were both exhausted from the sex when I took her home this morning." My cock throbbed as I read the mail -- and I almost came in my pants as I read the bit about Amy wanting unprotected sex and letting him cum deep inside her. The hugely erotic images that ran through my mind as I tried to picture Amy being so aroused and thrilled that she had just let another man fuck her, made me cum very quickly. It had always been a fantasy, but now I knew it had been made a reality -- even if I only had e-mails to tell about it. I wondered if this would lead to Amy being more open minded and adventurous in our sexual relationship. I hoped that her illicit experiences would ease her inhibitions to the benefit of our pleasure as well. I had a strange feeling that I needed to reply to this latest e-mail .... to acknowledge that this man had converted fantasy into reality for me. I almost felt that I should be thanking him for that. However, I just could not bring myself to actually thank another man for fucking my wife. I pondered if I should reply -- and if so what to say. In the end I just could not think of any appropriate response, so just left it. I was also left wondering if this would be the end of it. Would his stranger feel he had achieved his objective of seducing and fucking my wife -- and had been able to let me know that he had done so ...... all in response to some personal conversation of mine that he had overheard. Would he back off now? Or was there a chance that he (and my Amy) had enjoyed themselves so much that they would indulge in more sex before I came home? I was made to wait a full day, and only on the second day after he had enjoyed Amy's naked body, her spread legs and her inviting, dripping wet pussy did I get a follow up message. It was a bit of a shock, and not really what I wanted to hear. "Amy has lost all inhibitions since our night of explosive sex, and is getting into erotic pictures being taking of her -- it gives her a thrill. She has agreed to go away with me this weekend. We both know that it is going to be a very erotic weekend." I started to fear that this whole thing was getting out of hand. My fantasy had merely been that she has one quick, highly erotic session with another man -- but now Amy had agreed to go away with him for a weekend of sex ..... and he said she was letting him take erotic pictures of her. That pictures thing was quite exciting -- and I hoped that he might let me see some of them -- but I was getting concerned about the possibility that he might be sitting with quite a number of very revealing pictures of my wife. I hoped that Amy had been sensible enough (and not too swept up in her wanton behaviour) to make it clear to him that he was not to circulate or show these pictures around. I could only hope that Amy was not allowing herself to get too emotionally involved with this man, and that she was truly only indulging in an exciting, illicit sex-filled weekend before I got back home. I desperately hoped she was just doing it for the sheer lust and erotic thrill. It was Friday evening by now, and I decided on the spur of the moment to call home. Something in me still thought (hoped?) it might be a bluff, just to wind me up. The phone immediately switched to the answering machine, with our normal message. Clearly Amy was not home. Now even more anxious to know what was happening I called Amy's cellphone. She answered quite quickly, and I could hear sounds in the background that indicated she was in a public place -- a bar, a restaurant. After the usual greeting pleasantries, Amy quickly told me she was out with a friend and that she really could not talk right then. Before cutting me off she said she would call me the next day sometime. I felt rebuffed -- and all the more so since I was now quite certain that her "friend" was this strange man. If it had been any of her regular friends she would have told me who it was. As I sat and ate my hotel meal and had a few beers, I tried to console myself with the fact that I would be home in a few days and that all would be fine and normal again. The only difference would be that I would know that Amy had indulged in my fantasy -- and that still gave me a thrill. Feeling a little disturbed and uncertain about the latest developments I slept very fitfully that night and stayed in bed quite late the following morning trying to make up for the lost sleep. Eventually I got up, showered and went for a walk about the city, hoping to find enough of interest to distract my thoughts. I was only partially successful and by the time I got back to my room by late afternoon, I could not resist checking my e-mails again. It was immediately confirmed that Amy was indeed in some different place with this man. All that he sent was a picture of Amy naked in a pool -- in a setting that I certainly did not recognize. Since there was no message attached I was left in the dark ...... the only thing that was clear was that Amy was getting quite brazen and exhibitionist ....... and who knows what else she was getting up to. It struck me that Amy had not called me as she said she would. Was she just too embroiled with her lover, to busy getting fucked and taking off her clothes for naked pictures? In a slightly spiteful frame of mind I decided to just leave it and see when she thought about me enough to remember to call. On the Sunday morning I woke up feeling a little easier since the weekend was nearing an end -- and with that so would my Amy's erotic indulgences. I was due to fly home on Monday night after my last meeting, and would be home by Tuesday morning. Much as I had been the one to want Amy to experience illicit sexual pleasures, I felt I wanted to limit it as well. However, I was to be reminded that a whole lot of sex and naughty behaviour could still occur in the short time before I got home. The next message and picture arrived on my mail by late morning on Sunday. "We went out on the town last night. I got Amy hot and horny and then got her to pose for this picture -- flashing in the street outside the restaurants. You can see how hard that got her nipples! Hope you like the picture -- I certainly do. All this got her very aroused and ready for more adventurous things. Back at the hotel I shaved her pussy (she is going to have fun explaining that one to you!!) -- and then during some really hot sex I introduced her to anal sex. She orgasmed wildly with my cock up her ass. She says she has never tried it before -- and would be too embarrassed to try it with you. She will just have to keep getting it from other men when she wants it again!!" Again this man left me stunned. The picture and his message had got my cock rock hard. I re-read the message a few times and examined the photo closely. Quite aside from the fact that he had got Amy to expose herself (for a very sexy picture I had to admit), she had obviously not worn a bra that evening .... and I knew that blouse was relatively see-through. The outline of her nipples (even if they weren't hard) must have been quite evident. Shit, she must have looked sexy , I thought to myself. The fact that he had anal sex with her also blew my mind. As I knew Amy she was far to "prim-and-proper" to ever allow something like that. Clearly she had a deep erotic, adventurous streak in her which she had never even hinted at with me. Of course I had dreamed about anal sex with her, but had never imaging that she would allow it. I was also intrigued that her pussy was apparently now clean shaven. She had always kept it quite trimmed, but I was looking forward to her explaining her new look to me. It certainly would not grow back in the next 2 days. It passed through my mind that possibly the discussion on her shaved pubic area might just open an opportunity for her to tell me about her extra-marital indulgences. I assumed that this would be the last of the communication before I got home. It was not to be. By the time I opened my laptop at my Monday meeting the next message was there. Fortunately nobody else could see my computer from where they were sitting. "I bought her an ankle bracelet yesterday before we came home. She likes the look of it, and so wears it, but does not realise that it marks her as a hot wife -- a wife that fucks other men! She obviously does not understand that this is why a few men have tried hitting on her since she started wearing it. I hope she will wear it to the airport when she fetches you tomorrow." I quickly closed the message before anyone else might catch a glance. Not surprisingly I was distracted throughout my meeting as my mind drifted between work and my hot wife spreading the message "naively" about her sexual behaviour and inhibitions. I was very glad I would be home the next day -- and kind of hoped that my wife would wear her ankle bracelet to the airport. Amy and I had an emotional and (when we got home) a passionate reunion. Our passion was probably driven by the separate knowledge each of us had about her wanton sexual behaviour while I was away. She explained her shaved pussy away by telling me that she had done it for me -- and she hoped I found it sexy and appealing (which I certainly did). Over the next few days our lives seemed fairly normal, other than perhaps an enhanced sex life, and I just could not find the right moment or opportunity to try to broach the subject of her extra-marital pleasures in my absence. I was still trying to work out how to do this, when a few days later I got another message on my computer. "When are you going on another business trip? I have some friends I would like Amy to meet. She told me she has fantasies of having sex with more than one man -- and might even like to try a lesbian experience." I fucked Amy extra hard that night and even managed to cum twice, as I pictured her submitting to two men.