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Scarsdale, NY: Sunday 19th April 2015

A secret pleasure

We didn’t have to wait long to get a reply to Sue’s email. The time-stamp showed it was sent just after two p.m., and Sue’s suitor sent a reply by four the same afternoon. Sue was still sleeping when I heard the tell-tale ‘ping’ of an incoming email. For the briefest of moments, I thought about not opening it, but I couldn’t resist the temptation.

My fingers were shaking and my body was on a wave of adrenaline, enjoying the delicious anticipation of reading the message from Brandon. I realized how overwhelmed I was to be playing the game again after our two-month hiatus.

‘Hi, Sue,

Great to finally know the real name behind the smile! Nice to ‘e-meet’ you : )

I’d love to chat on messenger and get to know each other a little better, when you’re ready. My handle is ‘brucetheboss1008’. I’m out with my daughter and a couple of her friends right now, but please feel free to give me a call anytime after six today or during the week.

Looking forward to chatting to the real ‘mama’ and getting to know you better. You’re definitely one of the prettiest ladies I’ve had the chance to chat to in …. well, forever … and my instincts tell me the inner Sue is even better than the ‘candy wrapping’,

Take care and have a good day,

Brandon’

As I read Brandon’s email to Sue I felt my heart start racing. A normal husband would have felt the opposite emotions. Or maybe no emotion at all, at what was on the surface a pretty functional and non-descript email. But to a man like me, with my long-term addiction and an appetite unfulfilled these last eight weeks, I reveled in every little nuance and detail.

Even the simple fact that Brandon was now able to address Sue by her real name took my excitement up a notch, the first and tiniest sign of a budding intimacy. The way Brandon so obviously flirted and complimented Sue. The way he so casually mentioned that, not only was he being a good dad, out with his daughter on the weekend, but added the little detail that he was such a good guy he’d taken along her friends as well. Even his choice of messenger name drew the attention of my over-excited brain. ‘Brucetheboss’, was this some simple gesture to a love of Bruce Springsteen or a hint at something darker.

I started reading his short email for the second time but was interrupted when my alarm went off, reminding me I had a squash game at five.

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My game was against a friend called Tony, who luckily for me isn’t any great shakes. I was really off my game that afternoon, totally distracted and consumed by the conversation that might even now be happening between Sue and Brandon. Tony and I normally grab a beer after the game, and he looked a bit surprised and disappointed when I declined his offer, making up an alibi that Sue was waiting at home and needed me for something.

I was so fired up that I had to really watch my speed as I drove back, not wanting to add a second ticket to one I’d recently got for a speed violation. When I got home I opened the door as quietly as I could, thinking and hoping that I might catch Sue in the middle of her first conversation with Brandon as it was just a little after six.

One of the problems of being married to a smart woman is that she never misses a trick. As I quietly closed the front door, using both hands to gently push the door back into its latch, I turned around and saw Sue in the hall. Arms crossed with a big smile on her face.

“Hoping to catch me in flagrante delicto with Brandon, were we?”

I blushed. No point in denying it, I just pulled a face indicating an admission of guilt.

“The thing is, honey, you don’t think like a girl, do you. I can’t call him yet. It’s only just after six. However dreamy and handsome he is, a girl’s got to show a modicum of reserve and play a little hard to get.”

Sue was obviously refreshed after her nap, in a good mood and determined to tease her poor afflicted husband.

“Sorry to disappoint you, honey. Would you prefer it if I just find his address and go right over there and throw my panties at him?”

I was lost for an answer and just sighed with a deep intake of breath.

Sue took pity on me and stood in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Honey, I’d ask you if you really wanted to do this thing again. To ride this particular train again, but I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.”

She kissed me softly and ruffled my hair. “How’s about we go and see that new movie you’ve been promising to take me to, and if you’re a good boy, afterward I’ll call Brandon. Deal?”

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Romance movies aren’t my favorite at the best of times, and this movie about a bull rider who recovered from injury and fell in love with a young art lover was duller than most. But Sue enjoyed it which was the main thing, and I whiled away the time daydreaming about the conversation that Sue was about to have with Brandon.

Smart women! You’d think having been caught once I’d be more careful. But Sue again caught me out, as we grabbed a coffee at the cinema she asked me various supposedly innocent questions about the movie which for the most part I was unable to answer.

“I thought as much. You hardly took in a word of that movie,” she smiled playfully at me. “I’m not sure that counts as ‘being a good boy’ – I think you may have just foregone your right to listen to me calling Brandon.”

I didn’t say a word, but Sue immediately saw my look of disappointment, bordering on panic.

“Relax, honey. I’m only teasing. Why would I let a perfectly good date with a handsome black guy go begging, just because my husband is so rude as to not watch the movie with me?”

“Sorry, honey,” I said and meant it. I’d been so occupied with my day-dreaming that I’d not been a good husband and provided Sue with the company she’d wanted. “Forgive me?”

My beautiful wife kissed me and smiled softly, “Forgiven. Now, shall we get home so that I can put you out of your misery?”

Watching a master at work

Having said that she was going to put me out of my misery, Sue showed every sign of being a master of torment for the next hour or so. When we got home she asked me if I’d prefer her to make the call from the lounge or our bedroom. The inference was clear, and almost before the words were out of Sue’s mouth, like a lamb to the slaughter I chose the bedroom. And then just to ratchet things up another level, Sue asked if I was okay to listen in to their call from the landing rather than the bedroom, saying she’d be more relaxed if I wasn’t hovering around. I always hate it when people are listening in on my calls so I got where she was coming from and agreed, recognizing that being out of the room would also give me a small masochistic thrill.

I could tell Sue was both nervous and excited, as she asked me to get her a drink before she took the plunge and dialed Brandon. With her drink obediently delivered, she gently shooed me out of the bedroom. Guessing that this might be a long call I sat down in the landing, my pulse racing, almost unable to bear the anticipation to hear Brandon’s voice for the first time.

From my listening post, I heard Sue making a few final adjustments to get comfortable. Then the dialing sound, and I looked at my watch and saw it was now coming to ten. I remember desperately hoping that it wasn’t too late. But as I felt that sinking feeling of disappointment, I heard a mellow baritone voice that was to become very familiar to me before long.

“Hi, this is Brandon.”

There was a momentary pause before my nervous wife managed to reply.

“Hi Brandon, this is Sue. Did I call at a convenient time?”

“Hi, Sue. Yeah, couldn’t have been better. It’s really great to hear your voice. I was really hoping you were going to call tonight.”

And they were away. I can’t recall much of the detail that they talked about, it was more the overall impression that stuck in my memory. After her initial nerves, Sue soon seemed totally at ease with this guy. I also remember thinking how smooth and polished he was. You could tell that this was a guy who had spent a lifetime working his way into the affections and hearts of women, and that he was damn good at what he did.

They chatted for about thirty minutes about all kinds of subjects, and it all seemed to come really easily between the two of them. I’ve never been very good at either small talk or chatting up women. I remember being jealous of this guy Brandon as he easily got Sue to open up and talk about herself, her upbringing and work and our family life. Of course, he shared too, making Sue laugh and ask questions as he talked about his daughter Holly and his own life.

As I listened to this guy Brandon smoothly starting his seduction of my wife, I was experiencing that all too familiar cocktail of excitement and regret. A big part of me wished I’d never started this game up again, but it wasn’t as strong as the part that was hanging on every little detail and willing the conversation to go deeper and further.

I was taken aback when I suddenly heard my own name, as Brandon asked if I was there and could I come and join the call. A second later Sue called me into the bedroom. Because I’d only been hearing their two voices for the last half hour, I was slightly thrown when I sat next to Sue and saw Brandon’s handsome black face on my wife’s laptop, as he waved a cheery hello to me.

This guy was even smoother than I’d realized because having spent the last thirty minutes slowly starting the seduction of Sue, as easy as pie he switched tack and started working on me. He started building an easy rapport with me, and as we talked my earlier reservations started falling away, as Brandon let his natural charm and charisma worked its magic. I wondered how many husbands of women like Sue had been smooth-talked like this before.

By the time we ended the call an hour and a half had passed. It felt like we’d known Brandon for ages, and neither Sue nor I had any hesitation in saying yes when he suggested meeting up sometime soon.

As you’ve probably worked out from earlier parts of our story, I’ve never been a very patient person, and so when he suggested meeting up we put the call on pause for a moment. Before I’d even asked her the question, Sue had given me the thumbs up, and when I suggested meeting up the following day her face lit up with excitement. Seeing Sue’s eagerness to meet this new man set off that familiar tsunami of negative and positive emotions, and when I un-paused the line I had to work really hard to try and come across as calm. Brandon was fine with our suggestion, and we agreed to meet at a club he recommended. He said it would be the perfect place. Its seating area was quiet enough that we could talk, but it also had a dance area as Sue had shared about her love of dancing much earlier in the call.

Seeing a new side of Sue

With the call ended, we cuddled in bed, both of us horny. I could sense Sue’s heightened excitement, just as I’m sure she sensed mine. Just as she’d wound me up earlier, now it was my turn to tease Sue. I knew it was time to sleep, as we both had to be up in a few hours, but I couldn’t resist. Slipping my fingers onto the soft skin of her tummy, I whispered in her ear.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

At first, Sue said nothing, so smiling to myself in the darkened bedroom I inched my fingers lower and gently tickled Sue’s clit.

“Come on, honey. Tell me the truth. You really like Brandon, don’t you? He’s handsome, charming and charismatic, and his cock looks even a little bit bigger than Francis.”

I started kissing her neck, continuing to tease her pussy as I worked Sue’s beautiful body until she gave me the admission I was after. She just moaned from my touch on the most sensitive parts of her body, her breathing now getting a little ragged and hurried. But still, she said nothing.

Smiling at the game we were playing, I upped things by slipping first one, then two and then a third finger into her tight pussy, as Sue’s hips parted slightly from her need.

I worked Sue’s pussy with two fingers steadily moving in and out, occasionally rubbing at her button, all the time kissing her neck or playing with her hard nipples.

Finally, I got the response I wanted, as Sue reached down to remove my fingers from her body and spun around so that we were facing each other, our faces only inches apart.

My eyes had now adjusted to the dark and so I was able to see the look on Sue’s face. It was a strange look I don’t think I’d ever seen before, mixing excitement, need and accusation.

“Is that what you want, honey? You want your wife to have a crush on another guy? To give her body to this new guy who we hardly know? Would that excite you, honey? Turn you on, make your cock all hard?”

All the time she was saying this, her hand was stroking my iron-hard cock, and I realized how in the blink of an eye Sue had turned the game I was playing on her around a hundred and eighty degrees. The spotlight I’d been busy shining on her desires was now turned back and shining directly into my face and my desires. We were as bad as each other, as we played this game which had been twenty years in the making.

It was like a game of poker, as Sue went all in. She threw the duvet back so my cock was now exposed as she grasped me firmly and looked into my eyes.

For a while she said nothing, just gazing into my very soul. Her soft hand worked me up and down, her pace and grip perfectly judged to excite me to the highest level short of allowing me to actually come. She was toying with me, getting me to the point of release and then just backing off. I didn’t say anything, but my face told her how much I needed to come. This was her signal to use the power she had over my cock.

She kissed me as her hand moved slowly.

“Tell me, honey, tell me that you want to give me to Brandon. That you want him to seduce me right in front of you, and then for him to put that huge cock is deep into your wife’s little pussy. To stretch her out just like Francis did. To take parts of her pussy that you’ll never know. Come on Pete, honey. Tell mama what you want this big bad black guy to do to your naughty little wife.”

I don’t know why, but being teased by Sue so mercilessly suddenly threw my mind back to when we’d first met and the unhappy days and years before I’d known Sue. I think it was the contrast between the danger in our game and the happiness she’d brought me that in some twisted way through my mind back those twenty years. It was like some kind of deep-rooted warning mechanism. But it was a warning mechanism that, even if Sue hadn’t been tormenting me, I knew I’d ignore. Sue wasn’t the only one who’d been mentally seduced on the earlier call.

All the time Sue’s hand was slowly squeezing and working me, working in time with her words. But when her words ended but I stayed silent, her hand stopped moving. Just giving me a little squeeze. “Come on, baby. Tell mama what she wants to hear, or no happy-ending for little Pete!”

Still, I didn’t speak, so she gave me two or three deliciously satisfying strokes, before again stopping and looking directly into my eyes.

“Come on, darling. You know you’re going to tell me in the end. There’s no shame in telling me you want another man, a better man, to satisfy me,” she said with an evil grin that suggested the opposite of her words. “I promise I won’t tell any of your friends that you need another man to help satisfy your wife. That you prefer to watch the show, rather than be in the show.”

Two or three more strokes to rouse me to near breaking-point, then the familiar pause and seductive siren call.

“Come on sweetheart, just admit it and I’ll let you come, and let you sleep.”

Desperate for release and thinking of my busy day ahead, I surrendered.

“You win, baby. Yes. Yes, I want you to go with Brandon. To let him stick that big black cock of his into your body. Now please, honey, finish me off. I really need to cum.”

My normally sweet and loving wife gave me a twisted smile and started moving her hand to finish me off. I’d thought and hoped that she might let me finish in her mouth, but that wasn’t the mood she was in tonight. I saw a perverse look of pleasure on her face as she saw me spurt, turning to me and addressing me like a parent addresses a naughty child.

“Oh, Pete honey. Look at the mess you’ve made. You’ve messed all over your tummy. You’re a naughty boy. You’ll have to clean up yourself I’m afraid, mama’s too tired and needs to be up early tomorrow.”

I groaned as Sue just lay there smiling, making no move to help me. Realizing she wasn’t going to help, I headed to the bathroom to clean myself off, hearing her teasing words as I cleaned myself up.

“Oh, Pete, honey. While you’re there, could you bring me a wet flannel? I seem to have got something dirty on my hand.”

With the necessary clean-up completed, finally, we were back where we’d started nearly half-an-hour earlier, the two of us spooning in bed and cuddled up.

For a few minutes, the two of us were lost in our own thoughts, before Sue turned to face me. It was the old Sue, all of the teasing and wickedness gone.

“I love you, honey.”

I kissed her softly and smiled my answer to her – always more effective than mere words.

“Are you okay honey? I didn’t tease you too much did I?”

There was genuine love and concern in her face. She’d enjoyed playing her little game, and she’d judged that I’d like it too. But we were new at this and so she needed to check. I loved her for that, her concern and love soothing away some of the feelings that her game had caused.

“I’m fine, baby. Come on, let’s sleep. It’s late and we’ve both got to be up early.”

As we drifted off to sleep, I was pretty sure that Sue was thinking of Brandon, maybe mixed with just a little thought of whether she’d pushed me too far. For me, I had a similar but different mix of thoughts. Thinking about the game we were about to start with this new guy who we hardly knew. But also thinking about the teasing game that we’d just played. Thinking that I’d never seen Sue behave like this before. It was a new side to her that I’d not seen during our brief dalliance with Francis.

First meeting, first impressions

There was definitely a big difference between the confident, teasing woman who’d tormented me Sunday night and the nervous looking lady who sat making the final improvements to what was already her stunning appearance.

We were definitely riding that train again, as my whole being tried to decide whether my jealousy and fear was stronger than my excitement. Just based on the objective facts, Sue seemed more excited about the situation with Brandon than she’d been with Francis. And she’d been pretty damned excited about her two night-outs with Francis and the weekend we spent with him.

It was only Sunday night when we’d made the arrangement to meet Brandon. Yet somehow at short notice, Sue had managed to swap her afternoon shift so she could visit the salon to get her hair done and assorted other beauty treatments applied.

She was clearly going all out to impress Brandon in a way she’d not done for Francis. At some levels I got it. After all, Brandon was not only exceptionally handsome, but he was also nine years younger than Sue, which was the opposite of Francis who was nine years older than Sue. I didn’t want to ask Sue, but I guessed that this age difference might have been one of the reasons she was going to such trouble to impress this handsome young guy.

As she finally finished, she was a picture of beauty, wearing a sexy new outfit that she’d bought just after she left the salon. She looked like a single girl in her twenties out on the town to snag a guy. She had chosen a shocking pink blouse with a low-cut v-neck that showed off her boobs and cleavage to great effect. She paired this with a very short white mini-skirt and matching heels which highlighted her great legs. At the salon, she’d even had her hair straightened which made her look several years younger than her forty-two years.

Sue looked nervous as asked me if I thought Brandon would like it. I was as jealous as hell, that she wasn’t asking whether I liked it, she was using me as a proxy for what the guy she cared about would think. I couldn’t remember if she’d ever gone to so much trouble for me.

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The club Brandon had chosen seemed was just right. As we walked in it gave off the vibe of being a cool and trendy place. Brandon was already there, and he immediately got up and signaled to us. In person he was a little bit taller than I expected, standing a good eight inches taller than Sue and myself at around six-three. He had an athletic build, with an almost feline quality in the way he moved as he headed to the bar to get our drinks. And as I watched him move, I caught the way Sue was lustfully looking at his athletic body.

As soon as he’d furnished us with drinks, we settled into an easy and relaxed conversation, pretty much picking up where we’d left off the previous night. We covered some of the same ground as the night before, the typical small-talk of people meeting for the first time.

Last night on the messenger call it had been pretty clear that Sue was really attracted to the guy. Flirting, laughing at his jokes and sending out all those little signals that showed she really liked this guy. But up close and in person, these same signs were ten-times stronger. It wasn’t that Sue was ignoring me, but she was certainly focusing much more of her attention on the new guy. and was far more animated and excited when she spoke to him.

To his credit, Brandon did better than Sue in this regard. He didn’t focus all his time and attention on Sue, he was pretty even-handed and spent as much time talking to me as he did Sue. Strange as it might seem, I got the distinct impression that Sue was jealous when Brandon was spending his time talking to me rather than her. I little like a petulant teenager competing with a friend for the attention of a boy she particularly wants to impress.

I found myself in a strange mental place. Sue’s behavior both excited and annoyed me at the same time, while I found myself warming to Brandon more and more as my earlier worries receded into the distance.

I couldn’t help but ask Brandon about the blue eyes, and he confirmed that the effect was caused by contacts, explaining that as his job was sales he’d wanted to find a way of standing out from the crowd. Understanding this, which seemed perfectly sensible now, ticked another box for me as I continued to get more comfortable with the guy.

He asked a whole bunch of questions about England and some of the more exotic places I’d visited with my job and seemed a really smart and engaging guy. Sue seemed to get quite antsy during this part of the evening as if she was frustrated that Brandon wasn’t paying more attention to her. Maybe I was being paranoid, but my gut told me that this wasn’t accidental on Brandon’s part, and seeing Sue’s attraction to him he was deliberately playing hard to get.

We’d been there about an hour when my antsy wife started hinting, saying that she really liked the choice of music. This was when I realized for sure that Brandon was stringing her along and teasing my eager wife, as he ignored this blatant hint and forced Sue to hint a second time, asking Brandon what kind of music he liked.

Brandon finally took the bait and, giving me a sly wink, enquired if it was okay if he asked Sue to dance. Of course, I gave my permission and seconds later my beaming wife was being led to the dancefloor by her handsome black suitor.

They danced three or four dances, a mix of fast and slow numbers, and Brandon was the perfect gentleman throughout. His hands went were where they should be, and I could see that he was now focusing all of his charm and attention on Sue, who was suddenly transformed from frustrated and sulky to a picture of contentment and happiness.

As he led Sue back to our booth, he ushered her back to sit next to me, rather than in the empty space next to him. Our conversation continued for a while and Sue was now on her third drink. She was now pretty much openly gazing at her handsome new friend, reminding me of those photos of teenage girls when they meet their boyband heartthrobs.

With Sue acting more like a teenager than a woman in her forties, Brandon skillfully started moving the conversation on to sexier rather than everyday topics. He shared a little of how and when he’d gotten into the online dating scene, saying he’d started it around four years ago when he and his wife had split. He made a joke of it, just how many white couples and women were out there looking for black guys to hook up with, telling us we wouldn’t believe how many other couples like us there were out there.

He talked about how, in his experience, the whole black-on-white think was still a big taboo, linking it to the racial history both here in the US and elsewhere. And how this made it the perfect vehicle for couples looking to add a little excitement and ‘naughtiness’ to loving marriages that had become a little humdrum in the bedroom.

And then, as smooth as you like, he moved the spotlight away from himself and his experiences and onto us, asking us how we’d ended up having ‘our first taste of chocolate’.

I looked at Sue and wondered if she wanted me to tell the story, but before I knew it Sue was starting to tell our tale, going all the way back to my long-held fantasies of her with other guys and then onto our chance meeting with Francis.

As he’d been all evening, Brandon was an attentive listener, asking all kinds of questions, but mainly focusing on how we both felt about our first experience and why we’d stopped it in the end. Sue giggled and easily answered the first part, looking into Brandon’s blue eyes as she told him that, in our different ways, we’d both loved the new experience with Francis.

You could really tell this guy was a salesman, with all the salesman’s tricks, as he got Sue to open up about her side of our experience. He was smooth and easy in how he did it, as he gently probed and got Sue to open up about every aspect of how it had been for her, and her feelings before, during and after. Was she nervous? How did she feel going with a man other than her husband after all these years? Did she find being with a black man any different than being with a white guy? Did the difference in penis size matter to her, did she enjoy it? How did she feel afterward?

I’m not sure it was actually much of a challenge for him, as Sue seemed so taken with Brandon that she opened up in a way that really surprised me. She described how she’d overcome her nerves and then loved every single thing about the whole experience with Francis. I sat there listening, amazed at how open she was being with this guy we’d only just met.

When Sue had finally laid bare her soul and had nothing more to say, the skilled charmer turned his attention to me. Asking me if it had been everything that I’d imagined it would be, and how I’d found the reality of watching Sue with another man and watching her take a bigger cock than me. I was just about to answer when he showed the depth of his experience in this lifestyle by almost anticipating my answer, simply asking how I found the mix between the excitement and the intense jealousy.

Sat there face-to-face with Brandon, despite my earlier suspicions about the guy, I found myself openly sharing with him about the highs and lows that I’d felt through our six-week adventure with Francis. There was something in Brandon that made me want to trust him, as I looked into those blue eyes of his which sat so strange in his handsome black face. (Later on, as we drove back I found myself thinking back to that scene in the Jungle Book where the python hypnotizes Mowgli with his strangely hypnotic eyes. However silly, there was definitely a parallel.)

Brandon and Sue shared another four or fives dances, and as I watched them I knew in my heart that I was almost certainly looking at Sue dancing with the man who’d be her next lover. Brandon was control personified, years of experience telling him that the harder he was to get, the more Sue would want him.

Seeing the way that Sue already looked at him, even after just a couple of days, it was evident how well he’d fanned the flames of Sue’s desire for him. As the two of them danced Sue’s eyes barely left Brandon’s. The whole building could have collapsed in a heap of rubble and I don’t think my wife would have noticed.

This time, whether the song was fast or slow, Brandon just held Sue close to him, their bodies pushed close together. Two or three times I thought they were going to kiss, and I’m sure that if Brandon had made the move Sue would have willingly given herself to him. But Brandon denied Sue this pleasure, all just part of his game of seduction and denial. The longer you can’t have something, the more you’re heart wants it.

When they returned from their dances, Brandon again made sure to return Sue to my side, although I got the distinct impression Sue would have preferred to sit next to her new beau.

Brandon eased the conversation on to the topic of what next. Like a high school Romeo asking a girl’s father, he asked me if it would be okay if he called Sue during the next few days, so they could just talk and get to know each other a little better. When I agreed with a simple ‘sure’, he then suggested that if all went well we might get together again on the coming Friday night.

As I looked across at Sue to get her unspoken input, the look in her eyes made me wonder if she could last that long. I was fearful that even if I just went to the restroom, she might very well jump Brandon right there and then, she looked so hungry and besotted with the guy.

With next steps now agreed, it seemed natural to start drawing our first meeting to a close. We all got up to leave and headed for the door, Brandon shook my hand and said it was great to meet me, and that he was really looking forward to catching up again in a few days.

Then he turned to Sue. For the next few moments, I honestly felt I was invisible to both of them, that I could have done anything and they’d not have noticed or acknowledged me. They looked into each others’ eyes and finally, Brandon gave Sue the kiss she’d wanted all evening.

It was the softest and shortest of kisses, as they gazed at each other. In a voice designed so that only Sue could hear, Brandon simply said, “Sue, I so loved spending time with you tonight. Friday seems an eternity away. Are you okay if I call you tomorrow?”

Sue beamed, looking like the high school junior who’s just been asked to the prom by the hottest boy in the school. She didn’t need to answer yes. All three of us knew she’d be waiting on tenterhooks for Brandon’s call.

Playing and thinking

As we headed back home in the cab, I couldn’t resist teasing Sue.

“So, what do you think, honey? Will he do? Is he good enough to be your Francis substitute?” I whispered to Sue, so as not to alert the cab-driver.

Sue just smiled wistfully at me. “He’s dreamy. He’s even more handsome in person.”

I’d been on an adrenaline high most of the evening, but now we were alone there was something in Sue’s expression and tone as she talked about Brandon that took me to an even higher level of excitement and suffering.

“You really want him, don’t you.”

Sue just squeezed my hand. “Yes, honey, I really want to be with him. Is that okay with you, baby? Does it make me a terrible person, to want another man so bad?”

I kissed Sue and looked into the eyes of this woman I’d loved so long. “I think it’s hot. I love seeing how much you want him. How hungry for him you are.”

Sue looked surprised at my revelation. I held her hand, determined not to hide my excitement from her. “I loved watching you with him, just like I loved watching you with Francis. Only, baby, this is more exciting for me, because I can see you want Brandon even more than you wanted Francis. Right?”

Sue’s pupils were dilated and her face was flushed with excitement, and with a barely audible croak, she confirmed my suspicion. “Yes, I loved what we did with Francis, but I never wanted Francis as badly as this. There’s something about Brandon that just makes me so excited. Something in the way he looks at me. Something basic and raw and very erotic.”

As we carried on talking, the look of desire in Sue’s face gave me a huge buzz. I wanted nothing more than to ease her skirt up and play with her pussy. To bring her to a shattering orgasm as I whispered in her ear about what her and Brandon would do. But I just about managed to hold myself in check until we got out of the cab.

The moment we got home I dragged Sue upstairs to bed and virtually ripped off her clothes. Her black toy ‘Francis the second’ was soon teasing my wife’s very wet pussy, as I slowly eased it’s thick eight inches in and out of Sue’s tight pussy.

I loved playing this game with her. Seeing the look of sexual pleasure on her face as the width of the thick toy stretched her love lips much more than I ever could. Seeing the blackness of the toy glistening with my wife’s juices as I pulled all eight inches out and then slowly pushed it all the way back, into the very depths of her tummy. I loved the way her hips moved, as if linked to the long thick toy by an invisible thread. The way Sue’s tummy bulged slightly with the inward stroke, her eyes screwed up just a fraction more from the pleasure.

All the time I worked hard adding to Sue’s physical pleasure by my deviant whisperings, heightening her experience by really getting into her brain and her soul.

Feel how deep he is, baby. Much, much deeper than hubby. Even deeper than your favorite Nigerian dick. Deeper than any man’s ever been in you before.”

“That’s right, Sue. Give yourself to him. He’s so damned handsome, baby. You’ve won the jackpot, they all wanted him. Give yourself to him, go on, do it, otherwise, you’ll lose him.”

“He feels so good, honey. And he wants you so bad. I can see it on his handsome face, the way he kisses you, the way he strokes your neck, tells you to forget your husband, that he belongs to you and you’re his now.”

Sue’s breathing was ragged and desperate, increasing and increasing until finally, she cried out, her hips thrashing about in ecstasy as I thrust the toy as far as I could, no longer a Francis substitute but a substitute for my own much smaller dick. Sue came and came, with little aftershocks as her body spasmed repeatedly, the biggest cum we’d ever achieved playing like this.

The intensity of Sue’s cum was yet another sign of how Brandon had already started to get into Sue’s head. In all our years together playing, she’d never cum so strong before. In just two short days Brandon had somehow unlocked something new and deep within Sue’s sexuality and emotions.

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As Sue came down from her high, I felt total and utter contentment as I felt her warm head snuggling on my chest. Everything was perfect. The smallest details brought me pleasure. The silkiness of the hair I stroked. The sound of her breathing, heard and felt through the weight of her head on my chest. I was in paradise for those brief few minutes.

But this was real life, and reality started to intrude and prod into my little piece of paradise. And this piece of reality came in the form of a good woman’s intuition and caution. The first clue coming from her change in breathing, with the soft and steady shallow sounds replaced by a single sharp and deep intake, as she readied herself.

“Honey, are you sure about Brandon?”

I closed my eyes. Sue wasn’t the only one whose excitement had been heightened by our little game. Sue may have been the one to cum, but in some ways, I was more excited than her, my hard dick evidence of how much I wanted this thing with Brandon to move forward.

The truth was that I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. But I didn’t want to open up about my earlier reservations and gut feel about Brandon. After the evening we’d just spent, I was feeling a lot more comfortable, but that’s not the same as being totally sure. But hearing the nervousness in Sue’s voice, the last thing I wanted to do was open even a chink of worry that might make her doubts grow.

I hated myself for doing it, but I lied to Sue, telling myself it wasn’t a lie, it was just maybe a half-truth.

“Honey, I get that you’re nervous. I’ve been feeling a bit nervous too. But he seemed like a really nice guy to me. Really genuine. Keen to help us have fun.”

As she turned to face me, I could see her nerves starting to ease.

“I guess so. He did seem nice, didn’t he?”

“Yes. Yes, he did. Plus with him having done this a few times before, I think his experience should help us. Help protect against any hiccups or kinks in the road. Help us just have the fun, without any of the downers.”

Sue smiled, and I knew I was on the home straight, just needing one more nudge to close the deal.

“And I think he really liked you. He’s a handsome young guy who could have his pick, but I think he really feels he’s got a connection with you, baby.”

I’ve always loved Sue’s smile, and never more than at that moment as I knew her fears were nearly gone.

“I love you, Pete. I love how we can play these games, how we can always talk and be open and honest with each other.”

“Me too, baby,” I replied as we shared a soft and loving kiss.

“I feel safe, honey. Safe because we’ve always got each others’ backs. I love how I can always ask you and you’ll tell me straight. Honey, promise me we’ll never lose this. Lose this love and honesty we have.”

“Of course, honey. We’re a team. You’re my soul and life, darling, and I’m never going to let anything or anyone change that.”

With a final shared loving look and goodnight kiss, I knew that Sue had slain whatever doubts had been troubling her, as we drifted off to sleep.

Parallel lines

Ask any addict anywhere in the world, in whatever language you chose, and they’ll tell you that four nights between fixes can seem an eternity. And that was who I was during the next four days. A junkie, cold turkey since January but buzzing with the anticipation of his next fix. Counting down the hours and the minutes. I wasn’t Pete, the loving husband. And I wasn’t Peter Jones, VP for International Development Consulting. I was a high-functioning addict.

The only thing that kept me sane during that week of waiting was the nightly calls between Sue and Brandon. They kept me sane, but in other ways made it worse, as they just reminded me of the coming Friday high I craved so badly.

I didn’t get to hear all of their conversations. But I got to hear enough. The conversations they had each night were a surreal mixture of the mundane and the sexy. I’m sure Brandon was doing most of the guiding and directing. Like a skilled fisherman, he was happy to reel Sue in. Mixing the every day of work and family and friends, and teasing sexy talk about Sue’s likes and dislikes and what he’d like to do every part of her body. From her eyelids, down to her lips, right the way to how he planned to kiss and suck her toes.

If I’d been blessed like Brandon, I’d have never had an empty bed in my early life. As I listened to him sweet-talking Sue, I knew he was slowly pulling her away from my orbit and into his own orbit. I was so desperate for my fix that all fears and warnings were pushed away, as I actually enjoyed their growing closeness. A closeness that was clear and stronger every day from the dreamy look on Sue’s face after every call.

And Sue wasn’t the only one who Brandon worked on during those four short days. He’d played this game enough to know my weaknesses and needs, I guess very similar to many other husbands he’d known in the four years he’d been playing this game.

On Wednesday morning I was slightly taken aback to get a call from him while I was at work, asking if we could meet later that day or on Thursday. I asked him what it was about, and he was non-committal, saying it was best-discussed face-to-face. I was busy on Wednesday, but agreed to meet at a bar near to my office on Thursday. Just as I was hanging up, he said that it was best not to say anything to Sue as it might ‘spoil the surprise’. Now he had me well and truly intrigued, and more than a little anxious, about what he wanted to discuss.

When I got home that Wednesday evening, I said nothing to Sue, just as he’d requested, and their nightly call happened as normal, with my dreamy looking wife being her normal happy self after the hour or so they’d spent on the phone.

Sue asked me if I could go out with her on Thursday evening to choose a new outfit for our Friday meeting with Brandon, but I had to turn her down due to my meeting with Brandon. I felt guilty and bad as I gave her an evasive and vague answer, that I couldn’t go as I was meeting ‘a colleague’ that night, and was relieved when she didn’t ask for any details.

I was as nervous as hell when Brandon and I got together that Thursday, wondering if this was going to be the new normal for me in this new relationship. After a few minutes of small talk, Brandon opened up about what it was he wanted to discuss with me.

“Pete, I really enjoyed meeting you the other night. I think we’re kindred spirits, on the same page and both wanting the same things. I love the way you want Sue to enjoy this and have as much fun as she can. To explore new things now that you’re life’s moved to a new stage.”

He paused and looked at me, waiting for me to make some kind of confirmation. Feeling pressured, I nodded my head and muttered something which I can’t remember, and Brandon was happy to continue.

“But you’ve got your needs as well, Pete, I’d really love it if both Sue and you get what you’re looking for out of our relationship. That means a lot to me. If it’s going to work, it has to work for everyone.”

I smiled at him and he continued. “I know it’s sometimes hard for the husband to fully verbalize what he wants. Us guys are all brought up to be the big, macho protectors and providers, and we find it difficult to admit to some of the things that might excite us. Am I right?”

Again, another mumbled reply, as if to prove his point.

“Well, Pete, it’s like this. With the other couples I’ve been involved with, I’ve always worked with the husband as a two-man team, to make sure that both he and the wife get what they want. Get the most out of the whole set-up, but without crossing any red-lines.”

“If it’s okay with you, Pete, I’d like to agree that you and I work in the same way. You know, if things do move forward after tomorrow. Would that be okay with you, Pete?” he asked, placing his large hand in front of me for a handshake of agreement.

I was desperately trying to control the outward signs of my inner turmoil. Inside I felt a total wreck, feeling nauseous with an intense mix of fear and excitement. I was being led, I wasn’t in any way leading or in control. This felt a dangerous and exciting place to be, with Brandon’s hand still held aloft like a challenge and a promise of good things to come.

Slowly I reached out and shook his hand. A big part of me didn’t want to, sensing the danger and possible trap. But I was an addict who could see the needle, without the willpower to resist the temptation.

Our pact now sealed, Brandon smiled at me. “Pete, like I said, I’ve got some experience working with other loving husbands like you, so I’ve got a fair guess of the kind of things that probably turn you on, and the things to avoid.”

He then removed from his pocket a single folded piece of paper and moved to hand it to me. Before he handed it over, he explained.

“Pete, I hope you won’t be offended, but based on what other husbands have enjoyed, I’ve written a list, a kind of ‘Top Twenty’ if you like, of things other husbands like you have enjoyed. I apologize in advance if some of the things on that list aren’t your thing, but I’m guessing that maybe seventy or eighty percent are things that you’d maybe like to see Sue try at some time in the future.”

He handed me the list, and as I started to read he continued talking.

“Just have a read, Pete. If you want me and Sue to do any of those things, we can talk about it. There’s still a huge distance to go. Who knows? After tomorrow, we may all agree to just shake hands and walk away. We just don’t know?”

Then he fell silent, and with my eyes focused on the list, I was aware he was watching me, trying to look for the tells and little signs of how I was reacting to what he’d written. On Monday evening, when he’d so accurately described my feelings of jealousy and excitement with Francis, I’d known how experienced he was in this lifestyle.

But reading this list took me to a place of bewildering excitement and fear. It was like he knew my every secret desire. It was like he’d been sat on my shoulder for twenty years and seen every little fantasy that I’d ever read or seen. I felt stripped bare, it was as if he could look into my very soul. That I had no secrets from this man.

He always seemed to be one step ahead of me, as he sensed my discomfort and touched my shoulder by way of a comforting fraternal gesture.

“It’s okay, Pete. There’s you and another hundred thousand other guys who all share the same fantasies,” he said as he beamed at me. “I’m not a miracle worker. I’ve just written down what so many other loving husbands out there want their wives to enjoy.”

He raised his glass, and as I felt my nerves and heartbeat come back to earth, I followed his lead as we clinked our glasses.

Just as I thought things would return to a more normal conversation, Brandon again touched my shoulder and then with a sleight of hand another piece of paper appeared, as if by magic.

“Pete, if you and Sue ever want to do any of the things on that list, that’s months and years away, or maybe even never.”

He paused for effect as he handed the second sheet over. “But what I’ve written here Pete is maybe the first step.”

And then he signaled for me to read it, and again I felt like the mouse surveilled by the hawk as I read the four short sentences, again marveling at how he knew my fantasies and weaknesses. He read me like a book, my expression giving away that I’d agree to what he’d written.

Trying not to look too cocky, he grinned. “You’ll love it, Pete. I promise. And Sue will love it too. But like we agreed, keep it a secret. Don’t let on. Let me do the talking tomorrow.”

Having won his battle, Brandon downed his drink in one.

“Trust me, Pete. We’re going to have a great time. We better get going. I can’t wait to see what your sexy wife’s wearing for me tomorrow. Talking of which, hadn’t you better get home. She’ll be home from her shopping trip soon. Can’t have her wondering where you’ve been. Knowing that you and me have been meeting behind her back.”

Friday night, diverging lines

I was getting used to this jealousy. As Sue handed her coat to the girl, I caught sight of her amazing figure and outfit in the mirror. My jealousy spiked off the charts. She looked so sexy in her tight blue top and patterned blue and white mini-skirt. She didn’t need it, but she seemed to be wearing some type of push-up bra which made her enhanced boobs look even bigger than their actual 34D. I was so tempted to cancel the evening and drag Sue home so we could make love all night.

I didn’t think it possible, but my jealousy got even worse as I saw the excited look on Sue’s face as she spotted Brandon waiting for us. Brandon and I had spoken earlier, and I knew what was expected of me, as I peeled off to get the drinks. It was a typically busy Friday night so I had to wait quite a time to get served, all the time looking over at the way Brandon and Sue were huddled heads close together at the table.

Eventually, I got served and finally headed over to our table. The drinks safely deposited, I took a deep breath to calm myself and trying to appear as nonchalant as I could, told Sue I needed to pay a quick visit to the restroom.

She was so wrapped up in whatever it was she and Brandon were discussing, that she barely acknowledged that she’d heard me. ‘Sure’ was all that I got.

This hurt, and momentarily I wondered about the wisdom of what I’d agreed to. But as I headed to the cloakroom to grab my coat, I took one final look at the piece of paper. I felt the adrenaline surge through me as I resolved to stick to the plan of team ‘Brandon-Peter’, and headed out onto the sidewalk by myself.