Was It For Me Or Him?
written by:
George Adelanto

I was stunned. I always had done exactly what was expected of me. I had always done great in school, worked hard, searched high and low for just the right man and was even a virgin on the night of our wedding. I'd always considered myself a good girl in every sense of the word. I didn't know what to do, what to say or even what to think. If he asked me to do something like that how could he possibly love me? There's absolutely no way I could do what he wanted! I could never live with myself after all those years of home schooling, having morality as the number one lesson drilled into me my entire life. What would my friends at church think? I could see just how hard it was for him to tell me about this though. I could see it in his eyes... I really DID push him into telling me exactly what he was thinking. I wish I would have just taken no for an answer. He tried hard to back pedal and take it back but it was too late.

John and I had been married now for 4 happy years. He was about 8 years older than me and had been quite a lady's man from what I've heard. He most certainly was no virgin when we married which never bothered me in the least. I knew he was completely faithful now and that's really all that mattered.

We'd just come home from a wonderful date and as usual we headed up to the bedroom for our weekly attempt at making our first baby. I cherished each and every time we made love. He was so gentle and romantic with me and the way he would look me in the eyes as he slid in and out of me was as if he was looking into my soul. He was truly incredible. My John was a wonderful lover.

Of course, I'd only ever been with my husband sexually but I knew he was a great lover. He was everything I wanted in a man but I could tell he was becoming less and less interested in having sex. The thought of having me used to consume him, or so he said, but tonight, especially I could tell he just wasn't into it as he usually had been. Even though the difference was not disturbingly obvious it still really set off warning buzzers in my head.

After finishing by coming inside me John rolled over to his side of the bed. I lay there for just a minute, savoring the feeling I always get after sex but also thinking over what I would say to confront him about the vibe he was giving off. I turned over, put my hand gently on his head, looked into his beautiful blue eyes and very simply asked him:

"What‘s wrong baby?"

His reaction was exactly what I expected. He said nothing was wrong, told me how great the sex had been but he was very sleepy. Even though I expected that reaction it really and unexpectedly pissed me off. I KNEW there was something wrong and here he was dismissing me so quickly. I sat up in bed and told him that he wasn't getting off that easily. He looked surprised and in a more apologetic tone said it was really nothing and asked me to leave it alone. For some reason this just made me more upset. Maybe it was hormones or something but I wasn't going to just let this go. I went on and on about how important it was that we never keep anything from one another and no matter what it was we could work it out. He actually looked a little scared and I could see that it was not something I was going to like.

Oh my god! is all I could think as I began to panic just a little bit. My mind was racing. He's cheating on me! If I was going to get anything out of him right here and now, I would have to remain calm, at least on the outside. Finally, after several minutes reassuring him that I would understand whatever it was he had to tell me, he blurted out with:

"Do you ever want to have sex for just the pure physical pleasure it can bring?"

I looked at him very puzzled. What in the hell was he trying to get at? If he was about to confess to having a girlfriend this was kind of strange. He noticed the puzzled expression as I told him how much I enjoyed our sex life together, and believe me, I wasn't lying. I finally asked him:

"What exactly do you mean by pure sexual pleasure? Having several orgasms each and every time we make love isn't enough for you? I really don't see how it could be more pleasurable."

"No sweetie, that's not exactly what I'm talking about, but it kind of, is I guess..... Oh... This is stupid. I'm sorry but this is just stupid."

Here it comes I thought, but why isn't he just getting to the point? He knew I wasn't going to be OK with him fooling around with other women. My blood was just boiling inside but I had to keep it together or this entire conversation would go nowhere.

I held his hand gently, looked him in the eyes and with all my acting skills and self control I told him that I really wanted to know what it was he had to say. With an unfocused gaze to the foot of our bed he began to explain how much he loved me and that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but there was just something missing.

Ok, here we go, I thought. I was going to lose it. I didn't know whether to cry or slap him in his face. He WAS cheating on me! Should I even wait for the words? Then he squeezed my hand tightly, looked me deeply in the eyes and not understanding the panic that was running through my mind told me:

"I want you to act like you really love sex, the physical pleasure of it like I do. I want you to let loose and forget everything in this world but the physical pleasure you're receiving between your legs."

I want you to even forget you love me. I want you to FUCK me. We always make love and that's fantastic but I want, at least once in a while for you to be a fucking animal... A woman that is having sex for the pure physical pleasure it can bring."

I could tell this was what he had been trying to get out the whole time. I could see it in his eyes.

"Whew!" is all I could think. He wasn't cheating on me after all. What a feeling of relief! Then within a couple of seconds I thought to myself that what he had to say really WAS a big deal. He thinks I'm boring in bed! I fought the urge to be defensive and continued to probe about exactly what this was all about. I had done exactly what I had always thought he wanted me to do. I had even become, he claims, absolutely incredible at giving him blow jobs. Our connection as we made love was intense. I couldn't imagine it being any better. I couldn't help myself. Why wasn't it as fantastic for him as it was for me? I was on the verge of becoming uncontrollable defensive.

Without acting hurt or angry (again, keeping it all inside) I asked him for a few examples of what he wanted that I wasn't giving him. He again hesitated, telling me that it was way more than I would ever do anyway. Well, this really piqued my interest. All I could think of now was that he wanted to bring another woman into our bedroom and sex life. I had guessed wrong already, I thought to myself, but isn't that what every guy wants? I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be so open as to allow that scenario to happen.

Would telling him that I would never share him with another woman mean there was no hope for us? I was pretty sure that bringing another woman into our bedroom was something I just couldn't do but I assured him that whatever he had in mind I would do my best to make it happen. I even told him I would be totally open to really letting go and it sounded like a lot of fun. I just needed a little direction. I was extremely apprehensive about what he was going to say next.

"Whatever it is baby... I just want to please you. I love the idea of wild and uninhibited. I never would have dreamed you would want me to be like that though."

That may have been what came out of my mouth but I was really beginning to feel hurt. I'm boring in bed kept racing through my mind. He thought I was boring! I had always been worried about that. John was so obviously a tremendous lover. It must have come with all that experience. John hesitated and asked me again to not be upset with him if I didn't like it. I assured him again that there's nothing he could say that would get me upset, all as my emotions inside of me were running wild.

"I want you to do the only thing I can think of to take the romantic side of having sex out of the picture.... "

He hesitated again. I looked at him quizzically. Finally and with a long pause and obvious reluctance John said:

"I want to see you fuck another guy... a stranger! I want to see you with a man you have no emotional attachment with and I want to be there in the room. I know how strange that must sound to you and I understand how this all probably makes you feel. It's always been a bit of an obsession and I've rolled it through my mind thousands of times. You are just so incredibly beautiful and I see how men look at you. You've always made me so proud to have at my side. It just seems like it would be so incredibly exciting for both of us."

He continued:

"I would love to see you just totally let yourself go as I watched. I know it sounds very bizarre but I just can't help it. I have no idea why I feel this way but I do. As long as we do it in a very particular way I really think you would like it at least as much as I would."

John could see the shock and hurt in my expression and he tried to take it back, saying it was a mistake to tell me and it was really nothing. This really was most definitely NOT nothing! My husband was a pervert! How could he want to take the most intimate thing in our lives and share it with someone else? It never even crossed my mind that he would even think such a thing, that ANYBODY would ever think such a thing. I didn't know if I should feel great relief it wasn't another woman or anger and hurt that what I thought was great sex had become boring for him, and that the intimacy of our love making was suddenly a bad thing.

It played though my mind for several seconds as the shock of what he had said echoed through my brain. I was stunned! I knew I hadn't had any experience before we had been married but I thought things had been going great. He's right, I thought, I might not be able to do what he wanted, have sex with a perfect stranger in front of him but I certainly could be more uninhibited in bed. In the back of my mind I knew I would never be able to do such a thing, have sex with a complete stranger like that.

I knew then and there I would have to look at sex in a completely different way, maybe not all the time but at least once in a while. I would have to think of sex as more of a playtime, an outlet for fun and adventure, and maybe even a performance for my husband. If I was inhibited it was no doubt because of my very religious and sheltered life as a child. My mother always had considered sex to be her "wifely duty to her husband" and let me know as much before my wedding night. It was never supposed to be for MY pleasure. It was supposed to be for his pleasure. Having sex for my pleasure alone was a completely new concept for me. It sounded like he really just wanted me to be a slut once in a while, which is exactly what I had always wanted to stay as far away from as possible.

After trying unsuccessfully to not look totally hurt but obviously confused I said:

"So you want me to act like a slut for you?"

"No, no, no, no.... Just maybe act like having sex is something just for you once in a while instead of just for me all the time. I jumped the gun telling you all that stuff before."

"Let me think this over honey and I'll come up with something. I just want to make you happy."

I said and we rolled over to go to sleep. My heart was pounding as I pretended to sleep. I don't know how much sleep John got that night but I didn't sleep a wink. I lay there for hours, trying to remain still and attempting to process this new information that had pretty much annihilated most of what I was 100% certain of only hours earlier. Sex was way more complicated than I thought and I was going to have to adjust.

John went off to work in the morning and not a word was spoken about what we had talked about the night before. It was as if it never had happened. I pretended everything was exactly the same but combined with the lack of sleep and the remaining emotional discomfort inflicted on me only hours ago I felt quite foggy. After kissing John goodbye he winked at me and told me to be ready for a surprise when he got home. He did it so nonchalantly that it barely broke my foggy state of mind at the time. After a few hours of mindless channel surfing I fell asleep.

I awoke a couple hours later while dreaming in a complete panic. My dream had been so strange, more of a feeling than an actual dream. It had something to do with being in my church and the feeling of desperation as the entire congregation was watching me fight off the guy from the infomercial I had seen. I vaguely remember neither of us had any clothes on. How incredibly bizarre!

For the rest of the day I busied myself by organizing our photo albums. It felt good to reminisce about old times through those pictures. Because of what had happened the night before with John I couldn't help but look at these pictures in a slightly different light. Many shots were of me and john as children, parents and relatives but a few of the books were after John and I had been married. We had a few shots with friends I hadn't seen for years and wondered where they could be now. Most of all I wondered if they knew my husband was a pervert. It wasn't like I was angry about it or anything, more like I wondered if anybody other than John himself knew about his "wife sharing" fantasy. I must admit I found myself mentally sizing each one of our old friends up as to how attractive they were. There were at least 3 or 4 I would have been sexually attracted to.

Wow! I thought to myself. I never even thought of those guys in that way before. A couple of the pictures actually were beginning to get me aroused. I felt just a little out of control as my pussy began to get wet and I slammed the last book shut after staring at one particular picture for way too long. What was I doing? I couldn't really help how I felt or what I was thinking. Everything it seemed was about sex all of a sudden. I spent the rest of the day trying to get my mind off sex by washing all the windows. It did the job and I was back to normal after a few minutes. Shortly before John came home I had completely finished with the windows and had changed into something more attractive than the baggy sweats I had been wearing all day.

As advertised John came home that evening with a surprise for me. It was wrapped with a big pink bow, about the size of a shoebox. Inside it was nestled a very large and very realistic looking penis. I blushed with embarrassment and looked up at John from my seat on the couch.

"Oh my!"

is all I could say. Getting my mind off sex just wasn't going to be on the agenda for the rest of the night.

"What exactly do you want me to do with this?"

At that point I can honestly admit that I had never even seen a dildo. Talk about having led a sheltered life at the time! I really didn't know what to think, but just looking at it made my pussy tingle again. John said it was for me to play with when I felt the urge. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It looked so real, but quite a bit bigger than John's penis, with veins and everything. I reached in to touch it. This freaked me out even more. Other than the fact it wasn't warm or pulsating it felt so real. The texture was so realistic it was a little creepy, just a replica of John is all I could think.... But bigger. I was speechless.

It was obvious to John that this piece of plastic had me completely mesmerized and he let out a laugh.

"You HAVE seen a dildo before haven't you?"

I silently shook my head no, never breaking my fixation on my new toy. "Would you like me to leave you two alone right now?"

He said with a sly laugh. I know it surprised John when I shook my head yes. I'm pretty sure he was joking

"Absolutely!"

I looked up at him finally, with the dildo held firmly in my grip.

"I think I would like to take my new toy for a spin right now baby."

I said as I positioned the dildo next to my face and licked the head very lightly and slowly while looking deeply into my husband's eyes. This was my first chance to act like a little slut for my husband and I was going to try and do my best. John grinned ear to ear with his most gleeful smile and told me he would be back later to find out how I liked my new cock.

"Are you sure you've never used one of those? You look like a natural."

With that he walked out of the living room. As soon as he was gone all I could think of is what my next step would be. After all, I was still on the living room couch. This simply was not the appropriate place. John left me alone as if he was expecting me to stay right there and act like a total slut, ravishing myself with this huge, plastic cock he had given me. This was uncomfortable to say the least but... What the hell I thought to myself. If John wants me to act like a slut then I guess this was going to be my first test. Forget the bedroom. The living room will be just fine.

I was wearing a short jean skirt so I simply sat in the middle of the couch, spread my legs a little, leaned back on the arm of the couch and wet the giant penis with my mouth. I never really played with myself as I heard some other girls did. It just didn't seem right to me to do such a dirty thing before I got married and a bit pointless after marrying John. After all, I could just have the real thing whenever I wanted it. I know it sounds very strange but at the time I NEVER had masturbated before in my entire life. What never really held much interest for me in the past suddenly sounded incredibly exciting.

Sitting alone on the couch, slobbering on the head of a very realistic looking dildo in anticipation of slipping it into my pussy was really getting me turned on. I could feel myself getting very wet with anticipation as I slid my panties off to the side. With no experience of any kind with dildos at the time I was surprised at how easy it came for me to use one.

I closed my eyes and started to imagine what John wanted to see me do in front of him. As the full mushroomed head of the dildo spread my wet lips apart I tried to imagine what it would be like to have a strange penis inside of me. I really tried but my mind just kept wandering off to my husband and eventually John was the only thing I could think of. It was my John... with a bigger cock slipping in and out of my wet pussy.

I was starting to cum after only a few minutes of fucking myself with my very first dildo. It felt so natural. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this, splayed out on the couch, moaning and groaning, and furiously violating my cunt with this wonderful new toy. Before completely losing it I heard a noise in the corner of the room and opened up my eyes slightly. I was past the point of being able to stop. I saw a figure standing across the room. It must be John I thought to myself. I didn't even care anymore. All that mattered was the intense sensations between my legs. I wasn't thinking about anything at all, other than the sensations taking over my body. My mind was really a blank. There were no emotions associated with this, no John, no trying to satisfy him, nothing but me.

Looking back on it, this was the very first time in my life sexually that I had allowed myself to be truly selfish and I was loving it. There was absolutely nothing going through my mind other than the pleasure I was receiving by my own hand. It was much more intense than I had ever imagined.

After masturbating for the first time I felt completely drained. Usually after sex I tend to feel more energized than tired so this kind of surprised me. I know, from what John tells me, that guys almost always feel that way after sex and here I was experiencing pretty much the exact same thing. It was kind of a good tired though, just complete and total relaxation. This could be something I could really get used to I thought to myself, laying there with my legs still spread, and my wonderful new toy still in my hand. My pussy was completely exposed, with my panties still pulled to one side. I had soaked the couch with my juices, but it was a leather couch I thought to myself. It will be just fine.

From the corner of the room John started clapping. My first, very panick induced reaction was to hastily re-adjust myself to fix my soaking wet panties, put my knees together, pull my skirt back down and sit up again all in one spastic motion. It all happened so quickly, as if my body had undergone an electric shock. I was back to the real world, back from the selfish indulgence I had allowed myself only seconds earlier and I could not help but feel ridiculous. I wanted to yell at him to get the fuck out of here but I knew I couldn't.

This had been all for him, but..... At that moment I had the strangest feeling that he was really intruding on something private, something that I would rather not have shared at all. I couldn't help it. It was so embarrassing to imagine what it must have looked like to John. Had he been there the entire time? He continued clapping as he walked toward me with a sly grin on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. I was still tremendously embarrassed but seeing the obviously pleased look on my husband's face I knew this is exactly what John had in mind from our conversation the night before. The fog of the moment had gotten to me though and it took me a few seconds to come back to what I had been trying to do in the first place.... Please my husband.

It was very confusing. If I was just trying to please john by acting like this then wasn't I ultimately doing exactly what he didn't want me to do? Well, I thought to myself, this was just a start and it was really just the first day and the very first opportunity I had to work on our new sex life, the slut I was supposed to try and become.

John bent down and helped lift me off the couch, held me closely in his arms and told me how much he loved me and that he tried to give me a bit of privacy but when he heard how loud I was being he just couldn't help himself.

"My god baby, you are just awesome! I thought you might enjoy that but I never expected you to take to it so quickly."

I still had the dildo in my hand as my arms wrapped around John's neck. It was glistening with my pussy juices and he saw it out of the corner of his eye.

"You really liked that didn't you?"

I nodded an embarrassed yes without saying a word and avoiding eye contact. Gone was the teasing slut he had left to her own devices only a few short minutes before, replaced by a woman surprised and shamed by what she had done.

"Oh sweetie, don't be like that. I know you had a great time. I could see how lost in the moment you were. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

He lifted up my chin so he could look me in the eyes and said:

"This is just the start beautiful."

I tried to smile for him and nod but I was thinking to myself that even though I had done this crazy dildo thing for him... for me... whatever, it was so confusing; John was expecting us to eventually continue to go forward with his perverted plan to share me with a stranger. I was just hoping he would work up towards it at least, maybe in a year or so. Who was I kidding? I could never do that. Should I tell him how I really felt? He looked so pleased with me. How could I disappoint him like that? This was so wrong! How could it feel so fucking great! My mind was a blur.................

"John? What happened?"

My husband's face was inches from mine and I was laid out comfortably on what felt like my bed.

"Where am I? How did I get here?"

Gently stroking my face, John proceeded to tell me in a reassuring voice that I had fainted in the living room only a few minutes ago and asked me how I felt.

"OK I guess... Did you... Did I..."

I stammered, trying to ask if what I thought had happened in the living room really had happened or was it some kind of strange dream.

"Did you what baby?"

John said. He leaned forward to kiss me and told me how scared he was when I went unconscious like that.

"I can hardly believe you did that myself."

He said as he placed my new, still wet dildo into the palm of my hand. I smiled, looking up at him and said

"Oh my... That wasn't a dream was it?"

He smiled and shook his head telling me that I had indeed enjoyed his present much more and much sooner than he thought I would. Smiling sheepishly back I told him how much I enjoyed it, that it was not only the first time I had ever even seen anything like that but that I never had even once pleasured myself before that moment. It was John's turn to be surprised now. As a matter of fact I don't think he truly believed it at the time but didn't take the opportunity to question me.

I was gradually starting to feel less confused and I must admit very turned on feeling that giant plastic cock in my hand and John's sexy blue eyes only inches from mine. Flashing back to the uninhibited pleasure it had given me only minutes earlier got my pussy tingling again. John could see it in my eyes and immediately slipped his tongue in my mouth, passionately kissing me as he quickly slipped his finger past the side of my soaking wet panties and into my slippery pussy. This was more passionate than I ever remember him being. This isn't what I was used to. Where was my gentle, loving husband? This was a man in a hurry. A hurry to fuck me I thought. I grabbed for his belt and realizing that removing his belt and taking off his pants was going to be far too difficult in my position I settled for grabbing for his hard cock through his pants, and believe me it was hard as a fucking rock!

John was aggressive and powerful as he completely overwhelmed me, jamming his middle finger in and out of my slippery hole and adding a couple more fingers after just a few seconds. I tried to cry out but John's tongue was still in my mouth. All I could get out was a muffled scream. I didn't have time to think but my body was definitely reacting to what was going on. I wanted his cock and I wanted it now. With that, John pulled back, grabbed the dildo from my hand and within only a second or 2 had it deep into my pussy again. I was in shock and came violently within only about a half a minute of John pounding my cunt without mercy, using every single one of its 10 inches.

After my orgasm had subsided John got off the bed and quickly took off all his clothes while I lay there, legs spread, half full of plastic cock and trying to recover from the intense orgasm. Almost before I could catch my breath john had replaced the dildo with his own, very real cock. He started fucking me with long and powerful strokes, with the head of his cock almost coming completely out of me and violently slamming back into me. He continued pounding me like this, bringing on another powerful climax. Before I actually let myself go I felt the dildo held firmly against my cheek with the mushroomed head on my lips. John continued fucking me with violent thrusts of his cock but managed to say:

"I want you to suck on this while I fuck you, slut."

I grabbed it desperately from him, closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around it. I grabbed the dildo with one hand, sliding it in and out of my mouth as John picked up the pace of his fucking. I was cumming as he rammed his hard cock with every ounce of his strength as deeply into my pussy as he could. My muffled screams and moans filled the room as I did all I could to keep the dildo in my mouth. It was so fucking intense! I could feel that he was close to exploding as well when he growled at me to open my eyes up and look at him.

"Don't take it out of your fucking mouth you cunt! I want you to cum with me while you suck his cock!"

Little did he know I had little choice in the matter as I was already cumming? I was in another dimension! My orgasm was completely overpowering me in a way I had never felt before. I unconsciously slipped the dildo out of my mouth as John fucked me with everything he had. I bucked back like a wild animal. If my husband had been barking out instructions I was no longer able to hear them let alone follow them. I had lost all awareness and couldn't even tell when he exploded into me as my orgasm was too strong to understand what was going on any longer.

When I finally came down I slowly focused my eyes on my husband. We just looked at each other and laughed. I had no energy to discuss what had just happened and either did he. I kissed him softly on the lips and told him how much I really loved it and we could talk about it later. I still had my clothes on after all that but I didn't care. I was totally shot and went almost immediately into a very deep and peaceful sleep.

When we awoke the next morning, still in my clothes after 10 hours of sleep I was surprisingly very unconflicted about what had happened the night before. As a matter of fact I was feeling quite proud of myself. I must have really looked like a perfect slut and I remembered just how turned on John had been to see me acting like that. The satisfaction of pleasing my husband was the main source of pleasure but I was almost frightened at how good it all had felt to just let go. Having sex be dirty like that was way more fun than I ever would have imagined. I had no idea sex could feel like that. If I would have known what I knew that morning, when I was a teenager I'm pretty sure I would simply not have been such a good girl. At the very least I would have masturbated on a regular basis. Saying no to my prom date would have sure been a lot harder, that's for sure! It made me think that maybe the bad girls did have all the fun as I smiled to myself.

"What's that look for?"

was the first thing John said as he saw me smiling to myself.

"I was just thinking about last night and all the time I had missed out on being such a proper prude."

I said with a sly grin. John replied:

"That really was awesome wasn't it?"

"You know it was honey. I never felt like that in my entire life. You really were right about me letting myself go. Oh my god!"

He told me not to get too comfortable because he had a very special night planned for us in just a few hours. Hearing that gave me that familiar tingling feeling between my legs again. I couldn't believe I wanted to have sex again. John could see it my eyes and told me that he was cutting me off until our date, and that I would just have to cater to my own needs.

"On second thought"

he said.

"I am taking this away from you until I get back from work. I want you to be tingling with anticipation for our date. I leave this with you and you won't even need me."

He said with a grin.

What did he have in store for the evening? Is all I could think of for the rest of day. How could he possibly top the previous night? I wasn't sure if I was hoping for one of our romantic evenings or a night filled with dirty, animalistic fucking like the night before. They were both great so I figured I would be happy either way.

Since I once again had the day off from work I busied myself with little projects around the house in order to while away the time. I just couldn't get what happened the night before out of my mind. I didn't have my new dildo otherwise I would have certainly used it at least a couple of times. Everything I saw on TV or in the yard made me think of sex. I actually found myself flipping through the channels to find sexy scenes or people making out. This time I just gave into the preoccupation with sex. I didn't want to get it off my mind.

Finally, it was 6PM and I was expecting John to walk through the door at any moment but before he showed up I got a call from him telling me he would be just a little late. I was so disappointed but I didn't say anything, just an OK honey, I'll be here. It was already 7PM and he still hadn't shown up. Oh well... I guess we're not going to a movie, is what immediately crossed my mind. Maybe we'll go out and park like teenagers. I smiled at the thought. Maybe he'll take me dancing and show me off. He did mention how much he liked showing me off. Whatever it was I was looking forward to it.

When he finally showed up, John had several bags from shopping. It looked like he must've been at the local mall or something because I recognized one of the bags was from Victoria's Secret. I also saw a couple very strange bags from stores I didn't recognize at all. Did he get me another dildo? I thought to myself before running up to him and kissing him.

"Is all this for little old me?"

I said provocatively.

"It sure is, and I hope you enjoy them all half as much as you did your present last night."

With my arms wrapped around his neck and my face inches from his John told me to go back to the couch where I had been last night so he could shower me with my presents for the day. I could imagine what they were and was getting almost giddy with anticipation. I rushed over to the couch and John set up all the bags at his feet while sitting down at on the chair across from me. The first thing he pulled out was a beautifully wrapped box from the Victoria Secret's bag. As I began to unwrap it John told me how much he couldn't wait to see me wearing that.

"Oooh, must be slutty then huh?"

I said with a teasing voice and a wicked smile. As I took it out of the box I could see it was a whole ensemble, a very sexy black garter belt, matching push up bra, and black, seamed stockings.

This was actually more classy than slutty I thought to myself. I gave John my brightest smile and asked if he would like me to wear it for our date. He just nodded. As I got up to go put it all on he stopped me and told me that he wanted me to open up all my gifts first. The second gift looked a lot like the box the dildo had been in the night before. I was expecting another dildo since I had enjoyed the first one so much but it actually looked like a small fur of some kind.

"Do you know what that is?"

John asked.

"uh... a fur?"

"No",

he laughed.

"Take them out of the box and maybe you'll be able to figure it out." As I took the fur out of the box I noticed there was a leash of some sort on them, and there were actually several of them.

"What....? I have no idea what these are, honey. "

"Just set them aside sweetie and I'll show you what they're for later tonight."

he said as he gave me his most evil grin.

"I'm sure you'll like them, because I know I will."

The next box looked like shoes actually... and sure enough, that's exactly what they were. A pair of black leather pumps with ridiculously high heels. I never wore a pair of shoes like that before, I thought. I was really hoping John didn't expect me to walk in those things but they were absolutely beautiful.

"So these must go with the rest of the clothes then, huh? I hope they fit... and that I can actually walk in them."

I said incredulously to John as he looked on.

"I know you don't ever wear heels but I just know these will just completely top off the entire outfit baby. I've always wanted to see you dress like that and until last night I didn't think there was a chance in the world I would ever see you do it."

I raised my eyebrows as I looked at the shoes and told him I just knew I would break my ankle if I had to walk around in those for any length of time. John looked disappointed but asked me if I would at least try. How could I not, I thought as he looked at me, desperately searching for my approval.

"OK honey, I'll try but don't get your hopes up for the first night."

The shoes looked daunting.

All the bags were empty so I asked if it was finally all right to go up to the bedroom and put on my gifts before we went on our date.

"Oh yes baby. That is exactly what I was hoping you would say... and I'll show you what those fur things are just as soon as you're ready. Make sure and call me up before you get your dress on. I want to see just how incredibly sexy my beautiful wife can be."

He made me feel sexy just in the way he was looking at me. It was a strange feeling actually. I NEVER felt sexy and suddenly this feeling of power, this feeling of being the object of desire was overcoming me. I turned around, taking all my new gear with me as I gleefully bounded up the stairs to the bedroom. My pussy was already tingling with anticipation of what the night would bring.

I stripped down to nothing before putting on the very sexy black lingerie. Looking at my nude reflection in the mirror I realized that I had not taken time to do so since my wedding night 4 years ago. What I saw in the mirror pleased me more than I would have ever expected. Being extremely modest I hadn't worried about my figure a whole lot to be perfectly honest. Despite that, my belly was as flat as it had ever been, my hips were very slim and I could see very little fat If any on my small, round butt. My breasts were pretty tiny but they went perfectly I thought with the rest of my body. I compared what stared at me in the mirror with what I see every day on the street and on TV and I have to admit to feeling pretty damn good about myself. My skin was very pale though, being extremely vulnerable to the sun, with a light patch of freckles between my breasts, across my back and down my legs. I had curly wisps of dirty blonde hair above my pussy that I kept neatly trimmed for John.

After putting on my new bra I reached into the bag for the rest of the outfit. I'd seen g-string panties before but I'd never owned a pair. It's so incredibly tiny is all I could think as I held it in my hand. It also looked very uncomfortable. Having that thin piece of material between my butt cheeks was going to take some getting used to I thought. I was lucky I even knew what a garter belt was but on the night of our wedding I had actually worn one, along with similar type of stockings. It brought me back to the night my sister and I laughed and struggled for so long as we tried to figure out just how to use them.

I had already taken a nice long shower and shaved just before John had gotten home, so my skin was as smooth as a baby's behind as the silky stockings slid effortlessly over my long legs. I attached the garters to the stockings and used the mirror to make sure the seams on the back of my legs were perfectly straight.

I turned around to see how things were shaping up in the mirror and I was even more pleased than before. This DOES look a lot better than being completely nude! The garter belt framed my pussy in such a sexy way and the contrast of my pale skin next to the black lingerie was pretty spectacular. I knew John would approve. All that was left were those shoes. I sat down to try them on. They seemed to fit well, not too tight or loose. They felt very strange, forcing me to tense my calf muscles slightly but I must admit they were absolutely beautiful.

I stood up in front of the mirror, teetering precariously, trying to make my balance look as effortless as I possibly could. I was pretty surprised when I realized that standing in these shoes was really not a problem at all. John was right. These shoes really did top off the entire outfit. They not only made my legs look obscenely long but as I turned around I could see they also made my butt stick out in a very obvious and inviting way.

I looked at the fur things in the box again and called down to John that I was ready. He was on the phone but said he'd be right there. After a couple of minutes he stepped into the room as I continued preening in front of the mirror, pretending not to notice he had come into the room behind me. I tried a few provocative poses, bending down a little to straighten my stockings a bit to show off my new g-string. John was speechless for just a bit as I turned to acknowledge his presence with a serious look.

"Do you think this is too much?"

I teased. My back still turned away from my husband, I ran my hand across one of my bare butt cheeks softly.

"I've never worn panties like this baby. They sure don't cover much, do they?"

This was fun. Dressed like this, I could toy with John. What would a real slut say? I tried to think...

"I bet you would like to show me off like this wouldn't you baby? Do you think we could get someone to fuck me?"

I couldn't believe I just said that! Oh what the hell, it's his fantasy for god's sake. What could it possibly hurt to talk a big game like that? Maybe it will get him off even more tonight, thinking how horny his wife is for another man. I'll play along just to give him a good teasing even though I knew it was something I could never do.

John's mouth was agape with awe seeing me acting and talking like this all while wearing my new slutty lingerie. I giggled at his reaction and he suddenly came out of his trance with a shake of his head and said:

"You are awesome. I have never been so fucking turned on in all my life. I knew you were beautiful but, oh my fucking god! I love you so much!"

With that he walked over to the fur box and told me to lie down on the bed and he would show me exactly what the mysterious fur things were he had gotten for me. He pulled one of them out as I lay on my back. Pulling on the leash and spreading out the fur piece he leaned over towards me and asked me for my arm. He placed the fur piece on my wrist and tightened them with a belt I hadn't previously noticed. He smiled at me, having regained his composure from the initial shock of a few minutes earlier, and took the leash end and attached it securely to one of the bed posts. These were some kind of restraints! I thought.

"You are a naughty boy aren't you?"

John remained silent and just smiled as he walked around to the other side of the bed, securing my other arm to the bed post. A small part of me was freaking out just a little but I had complete trust in my husband. He repeated this with each leg, pausing to admire what my new shoes did to accentuate the curve of my ankle. I was now splayed out on the bed, unable to move in any way. I must admit that it WAS comfortable though. The fur cuffs felt great actually.

There was still one more fur in the box. John took it out, came up to me and asked me to lift my head.

"Let me show you what the last piece of the puzzle is baby."

John said. It was a blindfold. What does he want me to wear a blindfold for? Oh well, I'll go along. Maybe it will be a lot of fun. After all, I did enjoy the dildo. I'll just have to trust him on this one. From the looks of it we weren't going out at all.

After securing the blindfold, John told me how incredibly gorgeous I was at that moment. Completely vulnerable is more like it, I thought. He could do absolutely anything to me right now and I would have no power whatsoever to stop him. Here I was, splayed out on the bed, both my arms and legs tied securely to bed posts. I was wearing nothing but the black stockings, garter belt, bra and of course the skimpy little g-string panties which, by the way were far more comfortable than I could ever have imagined. I lay there motionless, not saying a word, but with a nervous smile of anticipation. My legs were spread wide and my mind raced as to what he had planned for me.

John started by telling me I had done such a fine job the night before that he would like to play a game that he was sure I would like just as much, if not even more.

"I knew you had a slut in you just waiting to come out, and tonight we're going a couple steps further."

The way he said it made me shiver with excitement and fear. What the hell is a step or 2 past what we had done last night?! John could see I was scared.

"Don't worry baby. I won't do anything to hurt you but I am going to ask you to use your imagination. How does that sound?"

I just nodded my head and said:

"Good, I guess."

in a frightened voice.

Don't get me wrong, I was actually a little scared but I was playing it up a bit in order to go along with this whole game. I figured John was hoping I would be scared.

John continued:

"I want you to imagine there is a strange man in the room with me right now and he is taking in the sight lying before him on our bed. He's awestruck by the beauty laid out, ready to use however he pleases."

Here we go, I thought. This DOES make what we did the night before seem a bit tame in comparison. I was dressed as a very high priced prostitute, tied securely in a prone position on the bed, completely blindfolded and imagining a stranger was about to have his way with me!

"I want you to imagine everything that is about to happen to you is being done by that strange man and not your loving husband. He will not say a word but he will do his very best to show you as great a time as is humanly possible. I want you to take it all in, the touch on your skin, the smells, sounds and every sensation without the benefit of actually seeing him."

Oh my god! is all I could think, as I immediately started to squirm my ass on the bed. This was good! I knew it would just be John in the room but the vulnerability I was feeling was actually getting me extremely excited. I had flashbacks to the night before, when John was so wildly fucking me from behind as I had the dildo in my mouth. He had said something about the dildo being another guy as I was in the middle of an orgasm. I know it was kind of sick but it really got me off at the time. I would have never guessed that something like that could ever turn me on but I've got to admit it had.

I'm sure John could see I was getting aroused by what he was saying. I was already past thinking all of this was sick as I had felt a couple of days earlier. It's really amazing how much my first night using a dildo had changed my entire frame of mind. I couldn't believe just how much I had enjoyed it. That entire evening had made me feel so dirty... but in such a good way. I understood what John was talking about now, what he had hoped I would do and how I would feel. He WAS right. As long as he was good with it and approved I was feeling very good about being a slut once in a while.

I wanted to say bring it on but I had already started to play up being frightened so I decided to continue on that path.

"Are you going to be in the room?"

I said in a very weak and trembling voice.

"I don't know if I can do this. Will he be gentle? Can I say no at all?"

I thought for a moment after a pause of a few seconds that John was going to come out of character and tell me that it was all just pretend, that it was really only going to be him and not to worry, but he didn't. He just sneered:

"Just lie back and get ready for whatever he wants to do, how he wants to do it and for however long he wants, slut!"

The way he said that sounded so ominous. For the first time I couldn't help but have a chill run down my spine and I was genuinely scared. I knew it was a game but he was very good at it. I could hear him start to take off his clothes. The belt buckle was the loudest, followed by the sound of his zipper. I was trying my best to imagine it was a stranger preparing to take advantage of my complete and total vulnerability.

After hearing what I assumed to be him taking off his underwear I imagined my stranger, completely naked, at the foot of my bed with a very large erection. John hadn't told me what our stranger looked like so I filled in the details. He would be the same height and weight as John but with very black hair and very blue eyes. Actually, I tried to imagine it was an old friend of ours from living at our fist apartment as a married couple. I could see him as clear as a bell in my mind. It was only yesterday I had run across his picture in our old photo album. His name was Trevor whenever we were in the same room he was always flirting with me, whether John was around or not. It had all seemed like good natured fun but the events of the last couple of days had me thinking of him in a slightly different light. Trevor would be a perfect "stranger" for me to perform with for John. I hadn't thought of him before this week for so long. The more I did, the more I realized just how ideal he would be for something like this. Looking back on the flirting he had done jogged my memory back to some pleasant memories that had surprisingly become much more erotic than I had remembered.

I could picture what he looked like the last time I'd seen him, at the complex's hot tub, with his swim trunks on and teasing me about my modest one piece suit. John had been there, and it was the night before we were to pack up and move into our first house. I remembered how John purposely sat on the other side of the hot tub as Trevor sat right next to me. It made me feel very uncomfortable as I unsuccessfully tried to signal to my husband that Trevor shouldn't be so close. John never noticed my cues to rescue me, or so I thought at the time. The conversation got to be very suggestive, making me even more uncomfortable and I excused myself after about 5 or 10 minutes.

Had John felt the same way 3 years ago? Had he told Trevor about what his fantasy was and were they both up to something to make it a reality that night? I just figured it was the alcohol and let it go without saying a word the next day but...

This all came to me in a flashback while imagining, on instructions from my husband that a stranger was about to fuck me. Would John try and act differently, I thought to myself, or would he just act like himself? This was getting fun. I lay there wriggling my bare ass cheeks slowly back and forth in anticipation a couple inches on the bed. I could feel his weight on the foot of the bed as he crawled into position between my legs. What would he do to me first?

It didn't take long to find out as he grabbed me from underneath, wrapping his strong hands around each bare ass cheek and lifting my pussy up to his mouth. Oh my! I thought. That IS different. John never started going for it so quickly. He always built up to the direct action. I let out a surprised gasp as he covered my already wet g-string with his eager mouth. The sensation was very different as he gnawed on my cloth covered pussy with his teeth and lips. He pulled me tightly into his face, pressing his teeth harder into my new panties. I was already way past needing to be warmed up, so even though it was a surprise, it was a very welcome one.

It was not difficult to imagine that the man between my legs at that moment was not my husband. John was really acting it up. After a short time of devouring my new pair of panties as if he was starving, John..., I mean my stranger, set my ass back down on the bed to free his hands and proceeded to quickly pull the thin black piece of cloth to the side, allowing full access to my quivering cunt. Slipping a long finger deep into me he wriggled it around and in and out of my slippery hole. I couldn't believe just how wet I had become.

I could feel my juices already dripping down my ass. It felt fantastic as he worked my clit with his other hand. I tried to imagine it was Trevor finger fucking me. I could see him in my mind, looking down on me with a wicked smile as he worked my pussy over. I began to arch my back up and down slightly as it was the only thing I could do in response to being played with. It was frustrating to be tied up so tightly and not be able to respond in any way other than to moan and buck my hips a couple of inches off the bed. After only a couple of minutes one of his long fingers found my g-spot. My stranger knew exactly where to go, deeply inside and up towards my bellybutton. He stopped and held it there firmly as he saw me gasp. He didn't say a word but I could keep quiet no longer. I started to beg for him to fuck me, for him to fill me with his hard cock. His finger remained tightly and quite still against the most sensitive spot on my body. I had quit squirming and I searched for whatever words would get him to start again.

This was a game where I was to be fucked by someone else as my husband watches. I thought frantically. I would pretend to talk to John in a different part of the room and tell him just how much I wanted this strange cock inside of me. I would thank him for making this all possible, for making me feel so incredible, for letting the slut in me truly come out. I would beg for John to order him to fuck me, to fuck his filthy slut. I would shout out Trevor's name! I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to feel the ultimate pleasure of being filled with hard cock. I knew I would explode the moment the head of his cock spread my swollen pussy lips.

I yelled out to where I imagined John would be.

"Please Baby; Tell him to quit teasing me and fu....... uckkkkkkkkkkkk"

The finger that had been pressed motionlessly inside of my pussy began to slide smoothly up and down against my g-spot. I immediately started experiencing an even more powerful orgasm than I had the night before, shrieking and struggling against my constraints. The finger pressed even harder and its smooth motions continued as they kept my orgasm at its peak for what seemed like an eternity. I was completely unaware of who I was any longer. All that mattered was the incredibly primal reaction to the strange finger in my pussy. I have absolutely no idea if I said anything else or if I just screeched uncontrollably, but the next thing I knew I could feel the weight of a man on top of me as his hard cock pounded in and out of my cunt. It felt absolutely incredible and if I didn't know better I would have assumed the cock inside of me WAS a stranger's... but at that point I didn't even care.

John was right, this was animalistic and I was loving it! My imagination had completely taken me over. This man didn't fuck like John, he didn't smell like John and if I didn't know better I would have sworn the cock assaulting my slutty cunt was much bigger than John's. I even imagined I heard another person in the room, in the chair next to the bed. Each penetration was long and very powerful, almost painful, providing me with complete and total ecstasy. His hips slammed repeatedly and forcefully against the inside of my legs as that rock hard cock seemingly filled me more completely than ever before!

I came again in response to the most furious fucking I had ever received. I was in a sexual haze as I came only partially down from my orgasm, having difficulty breathing. I was still in the same position, still being pounded mercilessly but there was something in my mouth! The foggy, wonderful feeling that had taken over my body had allowed it to go actually on autopilot of some sort. I had no idea what was going on. I opened up my eyes, no longer behind my fur blindfold; I looked up and could see my mouth was filled with my husband's hard cock. Was this a dream? Was I really sucking my husband's cock as a stranger was fucking me? I didn't care. It felt so fucking good. I wanted to grab John's wonderful cock but my hands were still tied securely to the bed posts as he fed it to me. I licked and sucked as best as I could while beginning to experience yet another orgasm. The pace and urgency of the fucking had actually picked up. I could hear the bed actually move along the wood floor of our bedroom with each powerful thrust of my stranger's cock. I was losing control and losing touch with reality again as I felt John's cock begin to swell up in my mouth. I heard John moan in ecstasy and a spurt of warm cum hit the inside of my cheek. Oh my god!! He took his erupting tool out of my mouth and shot the remaining semen all over my face. My orgasm had overcome me again as my stranger stopped his pounding, grabbing me roughly by the waste so as to penetrate me as deeply as possible. I could feel his cock expand as it exploded into the deepest recesses of my cunt. I couldn't help but to grab at his cock with my cunt muscles as I milked every last drop out of him.

As I gradually came back to reality, I looked up, completely exhausted at my grinning husband's face. His semi hard cock was still on my cheek, his sperm splashed across my nose and chin. I was still tied securely and did not dare look down to see who had given me such a fantastic fucking. I continued to look up into my husband's eyes and smiled. "Was that slutty enough baby?"