Sitting there on the bathroom floor a moment or two, making absolutely sure his stomach wasn’t going to heave, his eyes fell on the laundry basket sitting beside the sink. The last person to open that basket would have been Victoria, dropping her wet panties in, just before she’d bathed and shaved her pussy.
She’d been wet, even before she’d taken her bath, just from the thought of making the DVD, of revealing her plans, potentially, to sleep with another man during her trip to Europe.
Liam opened the laundry basket, and the sight of her little gray thongs sitting there on top injected a pulse of white-hot energy through his chest. Somehow it confirmed what he’d seen on the DVD, made it real. Her panties from that morning.
He picked them up, put them briefly to his nose, breathing in the unmistakable scent of her arousal. It prickled his senses, shot another electric charge through his chest.
Back out in the bedroom, he couldn’t help but return to the DVD, her panties still clutched in one hand. For a few moments, he just watched his wife shaving her pussy, rewinding the scene when it reached the end, smelling her dried come from her underwear as he took in the sight of her making her most intimate area all silky smooth for the benefit of another man’s hands, another man’s mouth, another man’s hard cock.
At last, he got past it. Had to see more. The video flickered, and the scene shifted — jump-cut — back to the bedroom, where the camera was now pointed to watch her standing, naked in front of the full-length mirror.
“…I guess judging by all those books of yours, you’ll just see him as some kind of toy for me to use…”
She reached forward and picked something up from her dresser. Tiny, black, lace. A thong — she slipped one foot, then the other into it, pulled it up over her smooth thighs and into place, a little white trim here and there, a little white bow, adding to the sense of luxury. This was not underwear for business.
Victoria said: “You like the lace, sweetie? It was quite expensive, but I think it’s worth it. I think he’ll like it.”
Jesus.
Next came the matching bra, her nipples so hard before she cupped them in the extravagant black lace, Liam knowing his wife was so very turned on by this idea that he would fantasize about her sleeping with another man.
When had she gone shopping for this outfit?
Oh God, a suspender belt. She wrapped it around her waist, and for a brief moment he had no idea what it was. He’d never seen one before, outside of pornography. Seemed almost funny that they really existed, that Victoria had got hold of one somehow. Four black straps hanging down from it, giving the vague sense that she was going rock-climbing or performing acrobatics, and this was some kind of safety device.
A quick check in the mirror, and Liam watched his wife tucking the suspenders underneath her panties. He had a faint idea what that meant. She would be taking those panties off for someone, but leaving her stockings and suspenders in place. That was the plan.
Victoria didn’t seem fazed by it. She picked up a black nylon stocking, lifting a knee to slip it over her foot, then roll it up her divine leg, until the dark sheer fabric covered her up to mid-thigh, and was then topped by a thick band of lavish black lace.
“I guess I never wore anything like this for you, sweetie,” she teased, as though reading his mind, predicting his response to watching this.
Hooking one suspender up to her stocking, then the one behind. A faint smile as she rolled the other stocking up her other leg, suggesting amusement at his surprise seeing her like this.
“All those books you like reading said how important it would be for me to wear something special,” she said. “You know, particularly for my first time with another man.”
Liam shivered, raised his wife’s panties to his face to breathe in her sexy scent. His cock was so unbelievably hard.
“I guess I just never really thought about dressing up for sex with you — not since we were dating, anyway. I guess I just got a little too comfortable, it was just familiar, cozy.”
Hooking up the last suspender, she looked absolutely sensational. She turned as though she needed to in order to reach the last suspender, and showed him her superb derriere, framed in black, pert and round and poised for someone else’s hands, someone else’s penetration.
“Don’t get me wrong, it was always wonderful making love with you. But I guess there’s a reason you’ve been having sex fantasies, you know, reading those dirty books. We need to step it up a gear, right? Stop taking things for granted.”
Another twirl for the camera and her trembling husband.
“Sweetie, I think I’m ready,” she said, looking directly into the camera, those blazing eyes of hers frankly terrifying. “I’ve thought about this long and hard, about your whole fantasy. I think I can actually do it.”
Oh God, Victoria. His demure, elegant, classy wife, looked like a very expensive call girl. And it wasn’t for his benefit — or at least, not exclusively.
“Like the view?” A seductive grin. “Can you imagine his hands all over me?”
Next came jewelry. Little black earrings that he had given her for their fifth wedding anniversary. A black choker necklace went around her pale neck, giving her a slightly gothic look. It also gave off the kind of vibe that made Liam think of one of those black collars that submissives sometimes wore in BDSM scenes. She was, after all, submitting to another man.
“God, my stomach’s full of butterflies,” she said, brushing her long dark locks loosely with her hands, fluffing it out a little. “It makes me feel maybe I can’t handle this. I want to, but…”
Lipstick. Thick, dark red, drawing attention to her full lips like she never did with lipstick before.
“You like it?” she smiled. “This’ll be how he’ll see me.”
A pose for the camera, her hands twirling her hair into a wavy, untied ponytail flowing down one side of her pretty face as she flaunted her incredible body, displayed so overtly for another man in seriously sexy black lace.
“You know that conference I went to couple weeks ago? Cleveland. Michael was there, too. I guess he’s at a lot of my conferences these days.”
Now she was putting a white shirt on, and Liam felt strangely light-headed. He thought it was because this was no longer her teasing her husband with underwear, this was Victoria dressing for work. Only she was leaving the sexy underwear on underneath.
You could see the faint hint of black lace through her white shirt.
“But after that conference we went out for a few drinks. I’m not sure you’d call it a date, but… well, I think he got the idea…”
The charcoal gray skirt she put on was barely long enough to cover the lace part of her stockings, though Victoria had the class to ensure it did.
“He knows I’m married,” she said. “We even went dancing the last time. I felt him press against me.”
Liam felt faintly nauseated again, and yet so intensely aroused.
“I know he has a big one,” her eyes flashing, devilish, straight at the camera, straight at her husband. “That’s something from your books, too, isn’t it?”
She laughed. “Why are men always so obsessed with size? I love your cock, honey, it’s probably one of the biggest I’ve ever had.”
Another laugh, such a wonderful sound. Lightening the whole conversation despite the powerful allusion to Victoria’s sexual history. He’d never been interested in her past before discovering this new fantasy of his. Now he wanted to know the kind of men she’d slept with before him, he was curious about the experiences that had shaped her before him. If they were now sharing his fantasies, maybe she’d tell him that kind of stuff some day.
A matching charcoal gray jacket made her look the consummate professional. The smart businesswoman, her saucy side completely hidden.
“So I guess this it is it, honey,” she said, taking a deep breath, a slight tremor in her hand before she swept it through her hair again, showing him that she was nervous about this, t
oo. Perhaps as nervous as he was. “I hope you enjoyed this little video I made you. You know which flight I’m on, you can check its progress online. I guess then I’ll land, take a car to the hotel to drop off my case.”
She swallowed. Her nerves actually reassured him.
“Then I’m due to meet him for a few drinks at six…”
Another look directly into camera. “I love you, honey. Remember that. This is all for you. I think it’ll be fun, but I wouldn’t do anything unless you wanted it.”
Liam felt suddenly very cold.
“You know the time difference to London, right? You know when I’ll be meeting him. You can text me any time to tell me to stop. Even if you just need more time…”
Time difference.
“If I don’t hear from you, I guess I’ll assume you’re happy with this, you do want me to go for it. But send me a text even so, if you can.”
He looked at his watch.
“Love you, honey. Let me know.”
A last blown kiss, and the screen went black.
It was six o’clock. East Coast time.
It would be 11 o’clock over there right now. Victoria would have had five hours with her new man, Michael. And if she was as desperate for his big, hard cock as she had portrayed on this DVD, there was no way it would take an interested guy five hours to get into her panties.
Liam fumbled for his own phone. God, would she think he didn’t care?
Then, holding it in his hands, he paused. Took a deep breath. Still trembling violently, but focussing on the inhale, the exhale, the calm. Victoria would know he’d only be able to watch the DVD once he got home from the office. She’d know how long it took to watch the whole thing. He hadn’t delayed, he hadn’t set it aside to watch later. There was no way she would do anything with Michael without giving her husband time to confirm his wishes one way or another.
Still, it was terrifying to think that she might have taken his lack of communication as tacit approval to cheat on him.
What did he really want now? That was the question. This was a strong fantasy of his, sure. She was right about that. Yet in every chat forum he’d ever visited to read about this subject, every blog he’d perused, and some of the better-crafted stories available tackling the art of sharing one’s wife, there was often the proviso that the reality was not always quite up to the fantasy.
The imagination is a powerful thing, and when it comes to sex, often reality can’t quite compete.
What if he allowed her this freedom, the gift he’d fantasized so long about giving to her, and Michael turned out to be a disappointment? Crap in bed. Or worse, abusive.
Or, what if Michael was the most incredible lover Victoria would ever know, and she came back with thoughts of ending her marriage?
Liam took another huge breath. It was a leap of faith.
Only in a leap from the lion’s head shall he prove his worth.
The clock was ticking on his wife’s seduction. What did he really want her to do? This was, perhaps, a once in a lifetime opportunity — if he was too frightened now, she might never want to do it again, never offer him the chance again.
If she thought there was any chance she might sleep with Michael and then want to end their marriage, would it be something she’d offer him? He had to think not.
What did he really want?
Liam felt sudden and intense heat burst forth inside his chest, swamping his whole body. He wanted her to do it. He was sure of it. But what he wanted most was to be involved — to give his full approval to her, so that she might enjoy her experience to the fullest.
He didn’t want her to just go ahead hoping her husband wouldn’t mind.
Well, it was a decision. He’d just have to face any ramifications if none of it panned out.
Liam grabbed his cell phone and tapped out one of the most important texts he could ever remember writing:
>Hey honey, thanks for my birthday DVD. I loved it. You look unbelievably gorgeous. Have fun at the conference, and if you get this text in time, know that I want you to do as you please with your friend Michael. No pressure either way, but I’ll be hoping it all works out. Enjoy yourself. xxx
It wasn’t the forceful command telling her to go have sex with the other guy. It left her an opening in case she didn’t feel quite ready herself at any point in the evening. He didn’t want to force her into anything just because it was his fantasy, after all.
Liam’s thumb hovered over the send button.
One more deep breath, and he pressed it.
*
At first, he felt completely crushed.
He sat there for a moment or two, in total silence, waiting. How long did it take a text message to get across the Atlantic? Three thousand miles of copper. And maybe a few extra moments to get your message through all those government spy agencies casually breaching everyone’s human rights.
He heard a characteristic beeping, and it actually made him laugh. He was even imagining her ring tone now.
No, he hadn’t been imagining anything — there was the repeat beeping tone, to alert her to the fact she might have missed the first alert.
Victoria had left her cellphone at home.
Liam felt a huge wave of disappointment surge through his system. God. She’d probably go through with her date with Michael thinking that her husband had failed to contact her. She’d do it without knowing whether Liam was approving or not. That might spoil the whole experience for her. It kind of spoiled it for Liam. He wanted to be there for her, supporting her, approving, consenting. It seemed strangely hot to him that a husband would explicitly allow his wife to sleep with someone else.
Maybe she would think he didn’t care.
He looked down at his cell phone — he had to know, had to try another test. He tapped it out, pressed ‘send’:
>Did you leave your cellphone at home, honey?
A few moments — surprisingly few, actually; the incredible speed of transoceanic electrical conductivity impressing him — then that characteristic beeping again.
Her phone was just out in the living room. Damn it.
Then he was suddenly surprised by his own cellphone buzzing in his hands. A reply.
>No, I didn’t leave it at home…
What? A quick scratch of his head as he tried to figure out what this meant, that she hadn’t left her cellphone at home, and yet he could hear it plain as day just outside the bedroom door…
The door clicked as the handle turned, and Liam felt choirs of angels suddenly starting up an almighty racket inside his chest as his beautiful wife stepped through into the bedroom, her hands unfastening the buttons on that pure white blouse, slipping it open to reveal that alluring black lace bra.
Dropping her skirt right in front of him to reveal the sensational sight of her curves, bound in the black nylon and lace of her sexy stockings and suspenders.
“Hey, honey,” she said in a voice as sweet as molasses. “This is your real birthday present.”
He looked up at her, his face the picture of surprise.
“I changed my flight,” she smiled. “I’ll fly out in the morning. Miss the first day of the conference — but hey, its a lousy program on day one.”
He pulled her to him, but remained seated on the bed. Pressed his lips to her bare stomach, breathing in her sweet scent, detecting the underlying hint of her arousal even through her perfume.
“You’re unbelievable,” he said. “You know that?”
“You forgive me for teasing you?”
Liam laughed. “Of course. It was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever been through. Was it all fake, then?”
“Fake?”
“This guy Michael you said you were meeting…”
“Oh, no, he’s real,” she stooped to kiss her husband on the mouth. Her lips tasted faintly of cotton candy for some reason, though perhaps it was just in his head. “He’ll be there when I fly in tomorrow,” she said. “And if you still want me to, he’s
under the impression that something fun might happen this week.”
Liam felt his cock stiffen again, and now reached forward to peel his wife’s little black lace panties down over her mound, revealing the startling sight of her completely hairless pussy.
“Would it be so terrible if I said I still want you to?”
She smiled, shook her head. “It seems crazy, but if it’s something that turns you on, I want to do it.”
He leaned forward, the scent of her arousal strong as he approached her, and he kissed her at the apex of her womanhood.
“It turns me on,” he said, pushing her back a step. “To think of you having a wild experience with someone else. It really turns me on. Maybe because it seems so wrong.”
“Then tomorrow night, you might find me in another man’s arms,” she said, placing her hands on his head as he knelt down on the floor, where he could more easily taste her slippery pussy lips. Worship her sex.
“Tonight, though,” she said, “I’m all yours.”
*
The DVD, of course, was already a technology destined for the history books.
It had provided a nice little physical gift for Liam to come home to, to easily slip into their DVD player in the bedroom and watch his wife reveal that she’d discovered his little dirty fantasy, and then expose her plans to turn that fantasy into reality.
But now Victoria was actually on a plane, flying over to Europe in order to implement her plan, now she’d completely cleared it with her somewhat bewildered yet electrified husband, the DVD was not so convenient a technology.
So even before she’d landed, he’d taken a sick day from work to gather together what he needed to update the technology.
An Apple TV system, rigged up so the FaceTime service could be transferred to the big television in the bedroom.
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