Scarsdale, NY: Saturday 20th December 2014
Checking the temperature, excitedly preparing for the dance date
It was gone three when we got home. As we’d been steadily drinking since the party started at around eight, although we were both horny from the little game we’d been playing, sleep seemed a higher priority. But Saturday late morning was a very happy time in the Jones household, as we made out like love-struck teenagers.
As we lay recovering, I knew it was only a matter of time.
“Pete, honey, are you sure about tonight?” Sue asked, her tummy now full with my seed that I’d happily just deposited deep into her writhing body.
I rolled over to look at this wonderful woman who’d made my life so good these last twenty plus years. I kissed her softly and looked into her green eyes.
“Like you said last night, it’s only a dance, honey.”
Claire smiled and I could see her body relax.
“And he is a great dancer, better than someone I could mention,” she giggled.
“Hey, less of that, thank you. Here I am, the loving husband, letting his naughty wife going go galivanting all over town with some handsome doctor fella, and all she can do is run me down. I don’t know if that’s how you Americans make visitors feel welcome …,” my voice trailing off as I enjoyed Sue’s laughter.
Between me and Sue, I’m always the first to shower and as I returned and toweled off, I eyed her naked body and wondered about round two. But Sue was looking serious again.
“Honey, I just want to check. You know this is a one-time thing only, don’t you? We’re not starting up some kinky game. You know that, right?”
I hated seeing that look of worry or pain in Sue’s face, and all my life I’d done anything I possibly could to take away such moments. I lay next to Sue on the bed, stroked her hair and gave her a soft kiss, and reassured her.
“Darling, I’m fine with that. I’m happy that both you and Francis will have a great night. He seems a really nice guy. If we can give him a night out where he has a great time and forgets his pain even for just one evening, then I think that’s a wonderful way of starting Christmas. And yes, because of my strange little fantasy, I’ll enjoy knowing that you and he are out there dancing. But after tonight, that’s it, back to your boring old husband for you, I’m afraid. I’ll not be letting my sexy wife out of my sight. Back with the marital ball and chain, so I know some other guy’s not going to try and steal my beautiful wife away from me.”
Sue smiled at me, and I knew I judged it just right. As any husband will tell you, just the right mix of comfort, flattery and humor. Sue wrapped me in her arms and returned my earlier kiss, and then she burrowed her warm body next to mine. And as I felt her soft lips kissing my neck I knew that I’d be showering a second time before too long. A small price to pay as I felt her hand start to gently stroke me, getting me ready so that I was some use to her.
Through the rest of the day, there was a lightness and a happiness about Sue that added to my own excitement about the evening that lay ahead.
The previous night, when we’d made arrangements and Francis had made sure that we weren’t just doing this out of pity, he’d insisted that he’d drive over to Scarsdale. He was due with us to pick Sue up at around six-fifteen, so they’d arrive in good time for the seven-thirty start.
Sue looked stunning in one her favorite LBDs which I’d picked out for her. I’d chosen it as it had a plunging V-cut neckline that showed off as much of her cleavage and sexy big boobs as I could get away with at an event like this.
When I’d first shown her the dress, she’d been reluctant as she thought it showed too much of her bosom, and also might give Francis the wrong idea. But I persisted, pointing out that it was a one-off and the dress she’d worn the night before had a far shorter hemline and also showed quite a lot of her luscious boobs. I think Sue sensed that she wasn’t going to win, and so she went with the flow and wore the dress that I’d picked for her.
With Francis due at six-fifteen, Sue started her ‘getting dolled up’ routine at around four-thirty, as she’d decided she needed a nice long soak in the bath. As Sue put it, it was to help her recover from several hours dancing and alcohol from the night before and to get her ready for another dancing marathon.
Unable to concentrate on what I was doing, and wanting to make the most of what Sue had told me would be a one-off, I quietly headed upstairs and headed into the bathroom. Sue was lying there relaxing, her head thrown back on the cushioned support and her eyes closed, as she allowed the hot to water to rejuvenate her body.
I’d opened the door very quietly, and I just gazed at her lovely body. For a woman of forty-one, she was still in amazing shape. She was disciplined in working out four or five times a week, and her body put mine to shame. Her tummy was still flat and her thighs and legs didn’t have a hint of fat. And to me, her crowning glory was her lovely large breasts, which had grown with age and motherhood, and which she’d then had enhanced a couple of years ago. She wasn’t some little waif of a girl or some air-brushed supermodel. She was a mature and independent woman, both beautiful and smart, and as I gazed at her body I still wondered why she’d chosen a man like me to share her life with.
The other thought that went through my mind as I gazed at Sue’s sexy body was why had I agreed to her going out tonight with another man. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to jump into the bath with Sue and spend the rest of the evening making wild and passionate love together.
In the end, I decided not to disturb Sue, she looked so peaceful there with her eyes closed as the hot water soothed her body, and I left just as quietly as I’d entered. I headed back downstairs, and although I knew this was only one evening and only a dance, I found myself physically shaking at the thought of sending Sue out dancing with a handsome black guy.
We’d never done anything like this before. Sure, I’d seen plenty of guys hitting on Sue and dancing with her over the years. But this was different. This would be the first time I’d sent her out on her own, on what was essentially a date with another guy. Albeit, it was a platonic date with a guy who I knew and trusted, but nonetheless, it was a date. And it would be the second evening that Sue and Francis would be spending dancing, which was another little pin-prick to my mind as I tried to downplay it all and calm down.
The fact that Francis was a big black guy, standing a good head taller than Sue and me, was the icing on the cake in terms of matching my deeply held fantasies. With all these thoughts whizzing through my frenetic mind, I tried to calm myself down. It was just a dance. It was just one night. But however much I repeated these words to myself, they didn’t seem to have any effect in calming me. I could do nothing to lower the heady mix of nerves and excitement I was feeling, as Sue sat upstairs taking her time to make herself look beautiful for another guy.
I knew it would only increase my excitement, but nonetheless, I couldn’t resist going back upstairs to watch. As I entered our bedroom, Sue was sat at her dressing table with her back to me putting her lipstick on. She’d already slipped into her dress and I was pleased how it showed off her figure and body so well.
As I saw her nipples pressing against the fabric of the dress, for the first time it dawned on me that with such a plunging neckline Sue wouldn’t be able to a bra, not even a strapless one. This thought hadn’t occurred to me until now, but seeing the outline of her big nipples through the dress material only made me more excited, and I had to breathe deeply to try and calm myself down.
I’ve never been very good at hiding my feelings, and the moment she looked up Sue could see my excited state from my flushed cheeks and glassy-eyed stare. With Sue clearly seeing the state I was in, I realized there were only two ways this thing could go, one of which would involve a call to Francis and a ‘rain check’ conversation.
Thankfully, Sue took things in the other direction, seeing the funny side as she gently teased me. “Should I call the paramedics, honey? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Swiveling on her chair to look straight at me, she continued. “Has the cat got your tongue, honey? You’ve normally got plenty to say for yourself. What’s wrong? Getting cold feet about handing your pretty little wife over to some big bad black man for the evening?”
Sue giggled, as she could see that her words were just making my predicament worse, enjoying her own joke.
Finally, I managed to squeeze a word out through a throat constricted by nerves.
“Ha, ha. You think you’re so funny,” and then changed tack, “Shouldn’t you be taking pity on your poor nervous wreck of a husband?”
Sue took the hint and got up to give me a big hug. Feeling her arms around me, and smelling her shampoo and perfume started all sorts of thoughts. Her closeness and smell and the warmth of her body comforted me. But at the same time, the wonderful smell of her made me again think that it would some other man who’d be enjoying these things tonight.
I wasn’t thinking about anything overtly sexual, just that it would be Francis not me who’d be holding Sue in his arms tonight and enjoying those little smiles, and the softness and smell of her fragrant hair and body. And this thought drove me crazy with excitement and nervous energy I was to be denied of Sue’s company tonight so that some other man could spend the evening with her, and I only had myself to blame as it was me who was the moving force behind our little game.
Home alone, surrendering my wife for the evening
As you might expect from a highly-respected doctor, Francis arrived promptly at six-fifteen. I welcomed him into our lounge, and he made the usual social pleasantries about what a lovely home we had and thanked me for about the millionth time for lending me Sue for the evening. And then he stopped mid-sentence as he saw Sue coming down our open plan stairs, a vision of loveliness in her plunging little black dress and matching black heels.
Francis stood there open-mouthed and lost for words, just staring at Sue as she stood on the bottom step, enjoying the look on Francis’ face and the attention of the handsome doctor.
She just grinned at Francis. “Pete chose the dress for me. I hope you like it.”
I saw his broad chest rising and falling as he took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself just as I’d had to do earlier.
“Like it? You look stunning, Sue. You looked amazing last night in that little leopard-skin dress, but tonight you’ve surpassed yourself. You look a million dollars. I’m honored to escort such a beautiful woman to the gala tonight.”
And then, aware he’d been ignoring me, he turned to me and grinned.
“Thanks again, Pete, in case I haven’t said that enough already. Cinders shall go to the ball tonight!” he quipped as we all burst out laughing.
Francis proffered his arm in the standard gentlemanly fashion, “Shall we, my lady?” and Sue giggled.
I was on her route from the stairs to Francis, and as she passed me she kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Have fun, honey. Don’t wait up.” And then she pulled her head back so that we could look into each others’ eyes, sharing a message about the game we were again playing tonight.
The last thing I saw was Sue’s shapely ass wiggling atop her heels as she held Francis’ arm and allowed him to usher her into the back of the waiting limo. As the limo backed out I could see they were already deep in conversation, and that I was already seemingly forgotten as they started enjoying their evening together. It was going to be a long evening.
I looked at my watch and reckoned it would be at least five or six hours before I saw Sue again. It was an hour there and an hour back, and I was sure they’d stay for at least three or four hours. These next few hours were going to seem an eternity. At least last night I’d had the distraction and pleasure of watching Sue and Francis dancing together right in front of me.
This was different. They were together at the party in Manhattan, and I was all alone back in Scarsdale. And with no sights nor sounds to distract me, all I had was my thoughts.
I knew it was only a dance, but to a man who’s had this type of wife-sharing fantasy all his life, it was so much more.
I knew that Sue and I had both agreed that it was a one-time thing, not to be repeated, and was categorically only a dance. But try telling that to an addict as the adrenaline rushes through his veins. Alone in our family home, looking at my watch and working out they’d already arrived at the party, my mind was soon filled with the sounds and sights from the night before. Left behind by my wife and Francis, this was the only company I had tonight. A family man abandoned by his wife just before Christmas, albeit abandoned at my own request.
I allowed my mind to fill with vivid images and remembered feelings from the night before. I recalled how my beautiful wife had looked dancing with another man. I called back images of the two of them laughing together, or just smiling at each other, their bodies close. Or I forced myself to remember how it felt as I’d watched Sue dancing with the Nigerian doctor, her arms possessively locked around the neck of another man.
And as I sat alone with these thoughts, I wondered how many other men in this huge metropolis of New York were similarly afflicted tonight. How many others had willingly sent their wives out to be with another man, while they sat at home waiting?
This all sounds overly melancholy and dramatic. But honestly, these types of thought and mental images were my staples during most of the evening as I waited for Sue to return.
Sue and I had role-played about my fantasies for many years. But this was the first time we’d remotely done anything like this. It was only a dance, and only a one-time thing. But after twenty years of nothingness, keeping our games as safe little bedtime fantasies, even what we were doing tonight felt like a giant step.
The night before now seemed like a dress rehearsal. But tonight felt like the real thing. We’d taken our little fantasy game out of the bedroom and were playing with it in the real world, with all the danger and excitement that entailed. At times I did feel down and lonely, I was also filled with surging excitement for much of the evening. It was this cocktail of the lows and highs which was so intoxicating and addictive.
Sitting there with my thoughts and loneliness, several times I wanted to reach out to Sue. To contact her in some way. In any way, just to be part of their little group, and not feel lonely and excluded. But I resisted the temptation until finally at about eight-thirty I could no longer resist and I picked up my phone and texted Sue.
The first text I drafted, “Help! I need a lifeline, send me a text or give me a call, P x,” got deleted before I sent it, fearful that Sue might take my cry for help literally and shoot back here.
My second text I can’t remember now, but it also got scrubbed and never sent.
My final text gave the impression I wanted to convey, calm and not needy. “Hope you both are having a great time. Why don’t you send the old man a photo so he knows you’ve both not absconded with the family silver P x.”
Just right. Unselfish, humorous but also with a clear message of what I wanted.
The message sent, I then anxiously waited for a response, unable to understand why the response didn’t come back immediately. And as one minute dragged and became two and then accelerated to five, suddenly I was a helpless adolescent back at school and university again, wondering why notes and letters went unanswered. The confident man of business became the nerve-wracked anxious boy all over again.
Just when I thought no message was coming, my phone pinged and I was able to breathe again. I’ve always been one to savor good things, and so I didn’t jump to open the image. I read Sue’s message first.
“Hi honey, we’re having a great time thanks. Francis says hi and thanks for letting me out to play tonight. He says he’ll try and have Cinders back by midnight but can’t make any promises. Thought you might like the attached. Shows a couple you know having fun. Thought it might fuel your little dreams. Don’t wait up, Sue xx”
I re-read the text two or three times, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being back in touch with my wife, after what was only two hours but felt like an eternity apart. This was vintage Sue. Clever, playful and pushing my buttons.
And having squeezed every drop of pleasure from Sue’s text, I then opened the image. It showed two very attractive people smiling and enjoying their evening. Wearing matching black outfits, the large black man handsome in a classic black tie outfit, and a beautiful white woman looking sexy and elegant in the plunging black dress I’d chosen for her. And as they gazed at the camera, I couldn’t help but notice how Francis’ arm was around Sue’s shoulder, sending a clear signal that this beautiful lady was his for the night. And Sue’s hand was touching Francis’ chest, sending a similar message that she was laying claim to the man she was discretely touching.
It was only a dance, and these were only small gestures, but to a man like me who’d harbored wife-sharing fantasies for most of his life, these small gestures were pored over and analyzed in microscopic detail.
If I thought I’d been experiencing high and lows earlier in the evening, Sue’s text sent me onto a totally new plane. And just when my heart had just about returned to normal, I received another text. Only this time it wasn’t from Sue’s number. It was from Francis’ number and my hands started physically shaking as I wondered what his text contained.
For several minutes I didn’t open it, as I paced around the room wondering if I had the strength to read it. With hindsight, this was stupid. They were in a top-notch Manhattan hotel, what image could the text contain that could possibly justify my fear and nerves? And maybe it wasn’t just fear, maybe I was savoring this just as I’d savored Sue’s text. Because of course, I knew that I would open Francis’ text in the end, just as an addict will always pick up a loaded syringe. I knew that I couldn’t bear the not knowing and that however much my hands shook and my gut filled with butterflies, I’d open it.
No longer just a game for two
Just as with Sue’s text, I opened Francis’ message and re-read the message before allowing myself the pleasure and pain of whatever image the attachment offered.
“Hey, Pete. You and Sue have made my Christmas. I can’t pretend to understand the game or why you like watching us together so much, but I’m not complaining! You’re lucky to have such a beautiful and wonderful wife, my friend. Thank you for allowing me to borrow her, even just for a few hours. I hope she’s having fun too. I’m sure she’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Enjoy the picture, Francis.”
And as I read and re-read Francis text, my first reaction was that feeling of embarrassment. I’d pushed the thought to the back of my mind, but Francis’ text reminded me that Sue last night had shared with him our little secret, of the game we played, of me liking to watch her dancing with other guys.
Of course, Francis knew this. He was out dancing with my wife, and this was the reason I’d encouraged Sue to accompany him. But I’d managed to blot this embarrassing thought out of my brain, and Francis’ text just rammed this embarrassing fact right into my face where I couldn’t avoid it. This thought amplified all of the highs and lows I was feeling.
And as I read and re-read Francis’ words I felt my chest tighten as I realized there were three people playing this game tonight, not the two people I’d imagined. He’d taken such care over choosing his words, so obviously designed not just to convey news of their evening, but also to tease and provoke my feelings. I was as sure as I could be that he and Sue had conspired together to write a pair of texts designed to raise my feelings. Having played games like this in bed for many years, Sue knew just which buttons to press.
And of course, that was the ultimate high and low, the thought of them sat huddled at a table working out together the best way to press my buttons. It was the ultimate exclusion and game to play with someone with my insecurities and fantasies.
This was definitely a game being no longer just being played by two, a third had just picked up the dice and joined the game.
I’d been so preoccupied thinking about the game the two of them were playing with me, that I almost forgot to open the picture that Francis had attached. But when I did open it, although it was tame by all modern standards, it sent me into the stratosphere.
It showed my beautiful wife sat astride Francis’ lap, as they looked into each others’ faces as Francis’ black arms possessively encircled Sue’s waist, her own arms thrown around his neck. There was nothing pornographic or even overtly sexual about this picture, but it spoke volumes to me. I knew they’d deliberately posed it to press every button in my kinky mind, but that did little to dampen the impact it had on me. my adrenaline-addled brain I stared at the photo for a long time, and the longer I stared at it the more intense my feelings were.
It suddenly dawned on me that I’d spent so long reading and re-reading the texts and looking at the images that I’d not replied to either. I knew that I needed to fix this, otherwise, there was every chance Sue would get worried and would abandon her date to check I was ok.
I was so shot through with nerves and excitement that I struggled to find the right words to text. I tried several messages before I came up with something I was happy with.
“Guys, thanks for the saucy postcards. Glad to see you’re both having such fun. And now I know what a lap-dance looks like, Nigerian style! Just remember this is a one-night loaner deal! Have fun, see you later, Pete x.”
I decided to send the same message to both of them, which seemed to my adrenaline-fueled brain to add just an extra little kink to our game.
A minute later my phone pinged again, and this time it was just a simple message from Sue, telling me thanks and that she and Francis were off to the dance floor again, so wouldn’t pick up any messages for a while.
After the mini high I’d just enjoyed from our texts and being back in touch with Sue, now came the low, as for the next hour I received no messages and felt totally cut-off from my wife. But bizarrely this was part of the pleasure. It was an excruciating pleasure, to be sure, but I felt like my heart was in my mouth as I expectantly waited for the next communication.
I stared at the clock, and time seemed to crawl. I’d received Sue and Francis’ texts just after eight-thirty, and as the clock passed nine-thirty and then ten, I was beside myself with the torment and excitement of not having received any communication.
I knew Sue well enough to know this was no accident. She was toying with me, like a cat toys with a mouse, as she waited for me to lose my cool and reach out again to beg for some small morsel of comfort. The game she was playing may seem cruel, but she knew it was all part of the game I’d sent her out to play.
As ten edged past ten-thirty, I gave up the unequal fight. However hard I stared at the screen and willed my phone to life, I knew nothing was coming from Sue and Francis until I made the first move.
My shaking fingers finally managed to tap out a message that I was happy to send, all attempts at trying to seem cool now totally abandoned. “Come on guys, throw me a bone! P x.”
I was relieved that I got a reply from Sue almost instantly. But my relief was short-lived as I read her message, groaning out loud as I read her text, thinking that in another life she could have been a world-class dominatrix. Her message was simple but played to perfection.
“Be patient lover. We’ll throw the dog a bone at eleven… maybe! All good things come to he, or she, who waits. Your loving, naughty wife Sue.”
I looked at the clock. Another twenty minutes to wait. Part of me thought I couldn’t cope, but having a firm target of eleven o’clock made the wait easier than I thought. That is, until eleven arrived and I read the following message from Sue.
“Love you loads, honey, but talked it over with Francis and decided to make you wait another thirty minutes. Your naughty wife, Sue xx”
I held my head in my hands. This was sweet torture. She was killing me. I was so glad we were only playing this game for a single night, as I don’t think I could cope with more of this kind of torture. Sue was just a little bit too good at playing this game and twisting the knife, another reason to be thankful this was a one night only show.
Finally at eleven-thirty a message arrived, and my heart leaped into my throat as I realized that despite the late hour Sue hadn’t lost any of her inventiveness in finding new ways to tweak my insecurity buttons. My phone showed the message was from Francis’ phone, but the words were Sue’s.
“Love you, honey. Thought I’d use my new man’s phone. He’s such a gentleman, and so charming and handsome. Talk, dark and handsome! Hope you enjoy the picture. We’re a bit bored here, so unless you object, my knight in shining armor is taking me for a quiet drink. Your loving wife, Sue x”
The picture showed Sue and Francis with their coats on and holding hands, the hotel’s cloakroom clearly in the background. Just a little visual dig in my ribs, as I started shaking again, wondering when, or whether, Francis’ would ever bring Sue back tonight.
Her text had clearly given me the opportunity to object if I wasn’t comfortable with her unilateral decision to move from the gala to a local bar, but I didn’t take her up on it. I was mentally exhausted from the game, but I didn’t want it to stop.
A game edging out of control
Sue had one final little twist of the knife to play on me, as a few minutes after her last text I received a video call from her phone. As I accepted the call I quickly worked out Sue’s phone was on mute and appeared to be propped up on a table and pointed across at Sue and Francis. The light wasn’t great, but somehow with the sound on mute, it heightened the experience as it forced me to look at their body language and the expressions on their faces, as there was no sound to distract me.
And seeing them like, their heads close as they chatted away, took me back to the previous evening. Sue was clearly animated and really enjoying Francis’ company. At first, I sensed she was conscious of the camera. But as time went on it seemed that she’d forgotten its presence and was just being her natural self.
And that made watching her all the more exciting and bittersweet, as she wasn’t playing for the camera, she was just really into Francis. Laughing at his jokes, looking into his eyes as they talked and showing all of those other dozens of little signs that a woman throws off when she’s sexually attracted to a man.
And watching the two of them together, convinced Sue wasn’t acting for the camera, for the first time I wondered where this game was heading. I’d been the one who’d pushed Sue to play this game tonight, but looking at their body-language I felt a huge tightness in my chest as I wondered if this was a game which was now well and truly out of control.
And just as I fought to try and breathe properly, the camera picture wobbled and shook as someone carried the phone across the bar, until it eventually stopped moving and then showed Sue’s beautiful face.
The thing I immediately noticed was that she looked nervous. Before, sitting at the table talking and flirting with Francis, she’d looked excited and full of carefree happiness. But now her face was a picture of nervousness.
“Honey,” she started, “Don’t be mad at me, but I’ve got a suggestion I want to run by you. Before I tell you, promise me you’ll hear me out and won’t get mad!”
Having seen their body language, and seeing how nervous Sue looked, I thought I knew where this conversation was headed. I didn’t answer Sue for several seconds, really needing to gather my thoughts. I could kill this conversation right now, and part of me wanted to do just that. But the smarter part of my brain knew that I needed to know what Sue was going to ask. So I promised Sue I wouldn’t interrupt or get mad and waited anxiously to hear her suggestion.
“Just remember, I love you, honey. And this is nothing to do with love.”
Her first words, superficially so encouraging, filled me with a sense of foreboding.
“Francis hasn’t been with a woman in nearly two years, since Heidi passed, and I was thinking that tonight we might make both of our fantasies come true. You get to see me with another man, and I get to experience what it’s like with two men at the same time.”
Sue paused briefly to try and work out my reaction from my face, then continued.
“I don’t want an answer now, honey. I’ve not said anything to Francis, this is something only between me and you. Francis’ is dropping me of home now. If you want to do this thing, then invite Francis in when he drops me. If not, then we’ll just let him head home in the limo.”
“All I ask is that you just think about it, honey, it would be a one-time thing, so we could both live out our fantasies, just this one time to see what its like.”
And with that Sue blew me a parting kiss, with an accompanying ‘I love you, honey.”
As the screen went blank, I knew I had a huge decision to make in the next few minutes, as their limo sped across the city back to our home. For any normal husband, this would have been a huge decision. But for one who’d been addicted to wife-sharing fantasies for so long, it was a potentially life-changing decision. Like the first hit on the pipe or the first pill popped. Easy to start, but once started maybe impossible to stop.
