I walked into the house to find Mary exactly where I requested. She was sitting on the couch. She wore a silk robe and had a blindfold covering her eyes.
The air in the room felt heavy. I guided my companion through the maze of furniture until she stood directly in front of my wife.
“Happy birthday, babe.”
Mary scrunched her face slightly. It was clear she could smell another woman’s perfume.
“What’s happening right now?”
“Do you remember when you told me that you had been fantasizing about being with another woman? Specifically, a ‘very submissive’ woman?”
Mary nodded in recollection. She suddenly started trembling. I could see the nerves and anticipation.
“May I?” she whispered. It was a question, but her hand was already moving.
She let out a sharp breath as her palm made contact with warm, bare skin. Her fingers brushed the soft curve of a thigh. She traced the line of the woman’s leg upward until her fingertips caught the hem of a skin-tight dress.
“Where did you find her?” Mary asked, as a satisfied smirk spread across her lips.
“Remember the company holiday party last year?”
“Vaguely. Why?”
“Do you remember Jimmy’s date?”
“Yeah, ‘Jimmy and Kimmy’ or something like that.” Mary let out a mocking laugh. “We joked about them for weeks. She was what, 19? Maybe 20? Body like a porn star. Jimmy’s little fuck toy.”
As the words left her mouth, I saw the exact moment the dots connected.
“Oh, fuck. Who did you bring home?”
Before I could answer, Kimmy leaned in and kissed Mary. The contact was brief and uncertain.
Mary froze. Her hands stalled in the air, unsure where they were supposed to land. When Kimmy drew back, Mary exhaled a soft, startled laugh.
“Oh,” she murmured. “Okay. I wasn’t ready for that.”
Kimmy smiled faintly and reached out, slowly this time, giving Mary time to pull away if she wished. Mary did not. The blindfold slid free.
As Mary’s eyes adjusted, they locked on Kimmy’s face.
Kimmy cleared her throat quietly. “For the record, I never fucked Jimmy. But tonight, because it’s your birthday, I am more than willing to be your little fuck toy.”
Mary did not answer immediately.
“She’s…” Mary started, then her breath stuttered and she went quiet.
She glanced at me, almost self-conscious.
Turning back to Kimmy, she finished her thought, “You are beautiful.”
Mary proceeded to reach out, her fingers hovering inches from Kimmy’s hips.
“God, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.”
Kimmy did not move. She let Mary decide.
Mary drew in a slow breath as her hands settled at Kimmy’s waist. Her fingers followed the soft material of the dress upward, inch by inch. Encouraged by Kimmy’s quiet inhale, she continued higher until her palms finally cupped the soft weight of her breasts. She explored Kimmy with growing confidence, mapping her body through touch alone. Each small reaction she drew from Kimmy only emboldened her further.
She grew quieter. More focused.
Then Mary straightened.
She rose slowly from the couch, as if only now realizing she no longer needed to sit. The movement was unhurried and deliberate. When she stood, she did not step back. She remained close, close enough that Kimmy could feel the shift in her presence.
The change was subtle but unmistakable.
“Stand still,” she said softly.
It was neither a command nor a request.
Kimmy obeyed.
Mary slipped her fingers under the hem of Kimmy’s dress, testing the boundary. She waited a heartbeat.
Kimmy did not stop her.
Mary drew the fabric upward, slowly, deliberately. This time her hands did not hesitate.
Kimmy did not resist.
Underneath, she wore nothing.
When the dress fell away, Mary did not react immediately. She simply took Kimmy in, breathing a little harder now.
“Happy birthday to me,” she murmured, almost to herself.
She leaned in and kissed Kimmy. Mary was no longer uncertain. When she pulled back, she took Kimmy’s hand. She glanced toward the hallway leading to our bedroom, then back at Kimmy.
“Come with me.”
Kimmy followed without hesitation, her eyes fixed on Mary.
I followed behind them.
The bedroom was lit only by a few soft lamps. Mary guided Kimmy to the center of the room and then looked at me. “Sit.”
I obeyed without question and dropped into the upholstered chair on the opposite side of the room.
Mary turned back to Kimmy. They stood so close that their bodies were nearly touching. She let go of Kimmy’s hand and stepped behind her to begin a reverent inspection. Mary’s fingers glided up Kimmy’s thighs and traced her waist before skimming the sides of her ribcage.
I sat motionless and watched them.
Mary circled Kimmy and admired her from every angle. Her smile deepened as she leaned in close.
“You are perfect,” she whispered.
Her fingers brushed lightly over Kimmy’s collarbone and moved down between her breasts to trace the subtle line of her ribs. She circled one nipple with her thumb to tease it before she leaned in to draw it into her mouth.
Mary steadied Kimmy with one hand on her lower back while the other trailed lower. Her fingers slipped between Kimmy’s thighs and stroked over her swollen folds. Kimmy whimpered as she rocked her hips into the contact.
I sat back in the chair and felt my own breathing grow heavier.
Mary did not rush. She savored Kimmy’s slow unraveling and the way her body responded to her touch. Her mouth moved slowly over Kimmy’s skin as she experienced the taste of another woman for the very first time. Finally, Mary dropped to her knees. She positioned herself between Kimmy’s legs and started working her open with her mouth and fingers.
Kimmy moaned out loud. Her knees buckled as her body shivered. “More,” she sighed in a pleading tone.
I groaned under my breath and shifted forward in the chair as I watched Kimmy start to fall apart.
Mary exhaled against Kimmy’s skin. Her tongue circled her clit while her fingers slipped inside and curled perfectly.
Kimmy gasped helplessly. She was close.
Still kneeling and completely in control, Mary paused just long enough to glance across the room at me. Her eyes locked with mine. Her voice was low, almost sinister.
“How do you want me to make her cum?”
I smiled slowly and countered her question. “How many times do I want you to make her cum?”
Mary’s lips curved into a knowing smirk while her fingers continued to stroke lazily between Kimmy’s trembling thighs.
I leaned forward. “At least four times.”
Kimmy’s body visibly twitched at the words. Her hips shifted helplessly against Mary’s hand.
“As for how,” I continued, “you are resourceful. I trust you to figure it out.”
Mary chuckled softly as she relished the challenge. She turned her attention back to Kimmy and began the task with a deliberate curiosity.
She used her tongue to trace the sensitive skin of Kimmy’s inner thighs, watching how the muscles flickered in response. She teased Kimmy with her mouth as she used her fingers to gently stretch and explore her. It was a patient and experimental approach. She watched for every hitch in Kimmy’s breath and every involuntary movement.
Kimmy began to whimper as the tension built in a steady climb. She was not being teased. Mary’s actions were deliberate. Her touch remained light and searching until she finally found a rhythm that made Kimmy’s head fall back.
When the first orgasm finally arrived, it was a rolling wave of discovery. Kimmy let out a broken cry. Her entire body trembled and her fingers found Mary’s hair as she rode the fading ripples of the release.
I leaned back in my chair. “One,” I said softly.
Mary did not give Kimmy a single moment to recover. The exploratory tenderness vanished instantly. She grabbed Kimmy by the hips and pushed her back onto the bed with a sudden authority. Mary climbed between Kimmy’s legs and used her body weight to pin her down.
For a flicker of a second, real fear cut through Kimmy’s haze. She felt herself slipping further than she ever had before. She came here tonight to be wanted, not to be claimed. The distinction startled her.
She was no longer performing. She was being taken.
Mary went back to work with a ruthless and driving pace. There was no patience this time. Mary ignored Kimmy’s dazed protests and continued to lick her through the sensitive aftershocks of the first climax. Her mouth was demanding. Two fingers slipped even deeper and curled inside Kimmy with a steady pressure.
Using her other hand, Mary gently but firmly spread Kimmy’s ass and inserted a single finger. Kimmy gasped and her eyes flew open as her body twitched under the sudden invasion. Mary showed no mercy. She pushed harder and faster to force Kimmy toward a second peak before she could even catch her breath.
When the second orgasm hit, it did not roll like the first. It ripped through Kimmy. Her back arched sharply off the bed and her hips bucked wildly as she tried to either escape or press closer to the source of the heat. Her hands clawed at the sheets and a primal cry escaped her throat. She was completely at Mary’s whim.
I continued to watch from the shadows across the room. “Two,” I noted.
Mary finally pulled back with Kimmy’s slickness glistening on her lips. She slid off the bed and moved gracefully to the nightstand. She opened the drawer and smiled at the selection inside. I knew the drawer contained a collection of vibrators, dildos, and other toys. She chose a small silver bullet vibrator.
Kimmy’s body shivered as Mary settled between her thighs for a third time.
Looking up, Kimmy’s breath came in short, panicked gasps.
“No breaks yet,” Mary whispered.
Mary switched on the vibrator. A low and insistent hum filled the air as she pressed it lightly against Kimmy’s swollen clit. The artificial buzz was a sharp contrast to the soft touch of Mary’s lips. Kimmy’s eyes rolled back in her head.
The sensation overwhelmed her instantly. Kimmy screamed and her hips jerked violently while her fingers desperately grabbed for something to anchor herself. Mary did not relent. She was experimenting with the settings and adjusted the vibration from a steady pulse to a frantic beat. She paired the mechanical buzz with the steady pressure of two fingers inside to create a sensory overload that Kimmy could not fight.
As the toy vibrated mercilessly against Kimmy’s overstimulated flesh, Mary was explicit in her intent.
“Cum for me,” she ordered in a rough voice.
Kimmy shattered. She squirted for the first time and soaked Mary’s hand and the sheets beneath them in a hot rush. Her body locked into a rigid and trembling line as the mechanical pleasure forced her into a climax that looked painful.
I cursed softly as I watched the young woman lose herself completely.
Mary finally pulled the toy away. Trembling and gasping and drenched in sweat, Kimmy sagged back against the mattress. She looked utterly spent.
Mary glanced in my direction with a triumphant look. Her voice was a wicked purr against Kimmy’s ear. “That’s three,” she said on my behalf.
Kimmy whimpered and was barely able to move. Her body was completely wrecked. Her skin was flushed a deep pink from the constant attention.
But Mary was not done.
She retreated to the nightstand once again. She removed a heavy wand and climbed back onto the bed. Hovering inches above Kimmy’s face, she set it aside. She took Kimmy’s jaw in both hands and forced the younger woman to lock eyes with her. The room went quiet.
“Look at me, Kimmy,” Mary whispered. Her voice was thick with desire. “You are not just a gift. Tonight, you are mine. Can you feel that? Can you feel how much I want you?”
Kimmy’s eyes filled with tears as the weight of the moment hit her. She had come here thinking she was a willing participant. Then came the realization that she was merely a body to be used, to be taken. Now everything was shifting again. This was no longer about being claimed. She was now being chosen.
Mary touched Kimmy again, the wand now humming softly in her hand. Mary leaned down and kissed her, slow and deliberate, until their breathing slipped into the same rhythm.
What had once felt like conquest now felt like connection. Kimmy felt herself yielding to Mary herself, not merely to the sensation of the wand. The wand was no longer the driver of the moment. It was only a current running beneath it all.
Kimmy sobbed brokenly as her fourth orgasm tore through her. Her body convulsed. She squirted again in hot gushes that sprayed across the bed, soaking them both. As her body convulsed, she clung to Mary with everything she had.
I sat upright in the chair and was moved by the raw weight of the moment.
When Kimmy’s hips finally went still and her breathing fractured into uneven sobs, Mary withdrew the wand. She pulled Kimmy close, cradling her head against her chest and stroking her hair.
“And that is four,” she said softly.
The room remained heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Kimmy lay boneless and dazed against Mary’s chest while her breath slowly began to even out.
I stood up from the chair. My heart was pounding. The sight of them together was more than I could resist. They were slick and tangled and beautiful in the dim light. I took a step toward the edge of the bed and reached out a hand to touch Mary’s shoulder.
Mary did not respond to my touch. She did not even look up at first. She simply tightened her hold on Kimmy and pulled the younger woman closer into the curve of her body.
Eventually, she looked up and her eyes met mine. “No. Not tonight, babe.”
Her voice was absolute. It carried a weight that stopped me in my tracks. I paused.
Mary’s eyes were dark and focused. But they lacked the invitation I was searching for. There was a barrier between us now that had not been there when we walked through the bedroom door.
“She is my birthday gift,” she said softly while her fingers traced a slow line down Kimmy’s spine. “I am not finished enjoying her.”
I felt the shift in the room immediately. I was now a guest in a space Mary had claimed entirely for herself.
“You did a wonderful job finding her,” Mary continued. Her gaze swept over me and acknowledged my presence without welcoming me in. “You have the best seat in the house. So stay in it. Watch us. But tonight, she belongs to me.”
Kimmy let out a small and muffled sound of agreement before she pressed her face into the crook of Mary’s neck. Mary leaned down to kiss the top of Kimmy’s head. Her possessiveness was clear in the way she shielded Kimmy’s body with her own.
I stepped back slowly until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the upholstered chair. I sat down and felt the cool air of the room settle over me.
Mary returned her full attention to the girl in her arms. She began to whisper something into Kimmy’s ear that I could not hear. Her hand moved lower to reclaim the territory she had just conquered.
Mary shifted her weight and settled back against the pillows while she pulled Kimmy up with her. Even in her exhausted state, Kimmy seemed to sense the change. She looked up at Mary with a gaze that was no longer just dazed but deeply focused.
“I want to thank you,” Kimmy whispered. Her voice was steady despite the tremors still racking her limbs.
Mary smirked and ran a hand through her own hair. “You already did, four times over.”
“No,” Kimmy replied. She sat up and moved with a surprising grace. “That was for me. This is for you.”
Kimmy did not wait for a response. She moved with a quiet and predatory confidence that mirrored Mary’s own intensity. She reached down and untied Mary’s silk robe before pushing it off her shoulders. She then guided Mary back deeper into the pillows. Kneeling between Mary’s legs, Kimmy looked up at her with an expression of pure devotion.
Mary watched her with a hooded and curious gaze. She remained the queen on her throne and allowed the younger woman to serve her. Kimmy began with her hands and traced the lines of Mary’s body with an expert touch that seemed to find every hidden nerve. She moved slowly and used her lips to worship the skin of Mary’s stomach and hips before she finally focused on her center.
What followed was something different. Kimmy worked with surgical and spiritual precision. She used a combination of deep and rhythmic pressure that seemed to vibrate through Mary’s entire soul. Mary’s composure began to crack for the first time. Her fingers gripped the sheets and her breath hitched in a way that sounded almost like a sob.
Kimmy did not let up. She intensified her focus and used her tongue in a way that was both dominant and submissive at the same time. She was giving Mary everything she had. Mary’s body began to arch and her heels dug into the mattress. This was not a standard climax. It was a life-changing surge of pleasure that stripped away Mary’s iron control and left her gasping for air.
When the orgasm finally hit, Mary cried out my name and Kimmy’s in a single, broken breath. Her entire body convulsed as she was pulled into a peak so high and so sustained that she forgot where she was. She shattered completely and her head fell back as she surrendered to the overwhelming power of the sensation.
As the waves finally subsided, Kimmy did not move away. She stayed right there and held Mary’s shaking thighs until the tremors stopped. Mary eventually opened her eyes and looked down at Kimmy. She reached out a hand and cupped Kimmy’s face while she pulled her up for a long and possessive kiss.
Mary was still the one in charge. But the look she gave Kimmy was one of profound and new respect. I sat in my chair and realized I had just witnessed something far more intimate than a simple birthday gift.
I stood up from the chair. My legs felt heavy and unstable. The room no longer seemed familiar. I watched as Mary pulled Kimmy into the crook of her arm and tucked the younger woman’s head under her chin. They looked like a single entity now. The space between the three of us felt unbridgeable.
I realized then that I was no longer a participant in this story. I was not even the director. I walked toward the door and felt awe, isolation, fear, and pride colliding inside me.
I had never seen Mary like that. It was both beautiful and terrifying.
I felt a sting of isolation and uncertainty as I stepped into the hallway. I was the one walking away while they stayed behind.
Meanwhile, fear began to take root in the back of my mind. I wondered if the woman I had known for years had just evolved into someone I didn’t fully recognize. The power dynamic in our marriage had shifted in a single hour. I had no idea where the new boundaries were drawn.
Despite the unfamiliar mix of emotions, I still felt a surge of pride. I had orchestrated this. I had brought this force of nature into our lives and watched it ignite. My pride was complicated, but it was real. I had given Mary both what she asked for and exactly what she didn’t know she needed.
As I closed the bedroom door softly, I felt the weight of my loss of control. I had set the wheels in motion and then watched as the machine sped away from me. I stood in the dark hallway for a moment and listened to the low and intimate murmur of their voices on the other side of the door.
I walked toward the kitchen to pour myself a drink and left them to the private world they had created.
I was on my second glass of bourbon when I heard the bedroom door click open. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as Mary walked into the light. She had thrown her silk robe back on. Her hair was a mess and her skin still glowed.
She looked at me for a long time. The silence between us was heavy with what had just happened. Eventually, she walked over to the counter and poured herself a glass of water before turning to face me.
“Kimmy is in the shower,” Mary said. Her voice was scratchy and low.
I nodded and leaned back in my chair. “Is she okay?”
“She’s good. Actually, she is better than good. She’s perfect,” Mary replied with a tired smile.
“How about you?”
She walked over to me and stood behind me while she rested her hands on my shoulders. “That was the most incredible gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you.”
I looked up at her and felt the last traces of uncertainty tighten in my chest. Mary caught it instantly. She leaned in, resting her forehead against mine, her thumbs tracing my jaw.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes. The predatory intensity was gone. My wife was back.
“We’re good,” she said softly.
She kissed me once, then stayed close.
“I know tonight was intense. I know it was a lot to watch me let go like that. But don’t let your head turn this into something it wasn’t.”
Her hands remained steady on my shoulders.
“This didn’t happen to us,” she said quietly. “It happened because of you.”
I hesitated.
“You didn’t lose me tonight,” she continued. “You trusted me. You saw something in me I hadn’t fully seen myself yet, and you were brave enough to open the door.”
Her thumbs moved slowly along my jaw.
“What I felt in there wasn’t about replacing you. It was about finding a part of myself I didn’t know how to reach before. And you were the one who gave me that.”
She kissed me again, slower.
“I feel more alive in my own skin than I ever have.”
A faint smile touched her lips.
“This wasn’t the night I slipped away from you. This was the night you gave me something I didn’t even know I was missing.”
She squeezed my shoulders. Her touch was steady, familiar.
“I’m not leaving you behind. I still love you. I am still your devoted wife. But in this moment, thanks to you, I am a very, very satisfied version of her.”
