by Lexi Archer
“You need to get to work before we do something we’re both going to regret,” I said.
Brett took a deep breath, let out a long sigh, and disappeared through the door. The garage shut behind him and I smiled as he did his old routine of making sure the garage door was locked.
As soon as he was through the door I went weak in the knees and very nearly collapsed. It was only by throwing a hand out and steadying myself against the kitchen counter that I was able to actually stay up.
I couldn’t believe I’d done that. I couldn’t believe I’d been so brazen, and it had been such a turn on serving him his breakfast like that. It’s not the kind of thing I planned on doing all the time, I was still an independent woman with my own damn job and my own ideas about feminism thank you very much, but I couldn’t deny that he was hot submitting to him even if it was for just a moment. After all, it really was just play acting in this case. It’s not like I was going the sort of extremes that woman did in that book.
You know the one. The one everybody and their grandmother seems to be reading these days.
I managed to stumble my way to one of the chairs in the kitchen sat down. I stared at my hands for a moment, wondering what the hell I was getting into. Wondering if I actually wanted to fulfill his fantasy.
It was so odd. It was so crazy. What kind of man actually fantasized about his wife with another man?
Apparently my husband. He was the kind of man who fantasized about seeing his wife with another man. In particular it seemed that he enjoyed fantasizing about me getting with guys from work. That’s why that particular fantasy had been so quick to get a rise out of him earlier. It was one of his favorite dirty talk subjects, to the point that it came up almost every time we fucked now.
Not that I minded it coming up every time we fucked. If anything the fantasy had grown on me. At first I thought he was fishing for permission to step out on me. I thought maybe he was angling for a threesome or something like that by raising the idea by pointing out I’d get a chance to have sex with other men. Only as the fantasy went on he’d never actually brought up getting to go and have sex with other women. He’d never mentioned watching me with another woman. He never even asked if I’d be into a threesome with another girl but he had brought up a threesome with another guy a couple of times.
I’d worried this fantasy might mean something else. Maybe by fantasizing about me with other guys he was actually fantasizing about those other guys. It was a worry that had lurked at the back of my mind for a little while after he brought it up, but then he started showing me some of the stories he enjoyed. He started showing me videos that really turned him on. We started using the dirty talk and role-playing scenarios more and more.
And the more I learned about this strange fantasy my husband was indulging, the more I learned about the depths of his obsession, the more I realized it wasn’t about him having sex with another woman. It wasn’t about me having sex with another woman. It definitely wasn’t about him having sex with another man.
The plain and simple truth was that my husband desperately wanted to watch me have sex with another man. That’s all there was to it. There was nothing wrong with him, he wasn’t trying to pull a fast one on me, and he sure as hell wasn’t trying to come out to me.
No, he just got off to the thought of watching the hottest woman in his life starring in the most realistic and intimate porno possible.
And tonight, for his birthday, I was going to make his fantasy come true. Sure, if I was completely honest with myself I was also doing this because I was intrigued by the idea. It’s not like I’d ever go along with this fantasy if I wasn’t into the idea of being with another guy. It’s just that the thought of actually getting with another guy never occurred to me until he started talking about his fantasies. Until it started worming its way into our dirty talk, subtle at first, and ending with me coming up with full-blown fantasy scenarios about fucking the guys at work. A lot like what I told him this morning while I was jerking him off.
Only tonight the fantasy was going to hit reality in a major way.
3: Preparations
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked back and forth through the house making sure everything was absolutely perfect. I double checked that the back door was unlocked. I’d told Justin he needed to come in through the back gate. Considering what I was about to do I didn’t want to risk having somebody walk through the front door. No, that definitely would’ve ruined the evening if the mailman or some salesman came walking in and found me tied up on the bed.
Not that anyone probably would come into the house like that, but still.
I glanced at the clock. It was only about twenty minutes until Brett was supposed to get home. Only about 45 minutes until Justin was supposed to get here. Butterflies rose in my stomach once more, though they were fluttering to the point that I almost worried I was going to get sick from the sensation. I quickly clamped down on them.
This was something I wanted. This was definitely something my husband wanted.
My phone buzzed and I looked down. It was a message from Brett. My eyes ran across the screen. He was in traffic, but he fully anticipated getting home a little earlier than usual. I smiled. Apparently my little show this morning had been very effective. Effective enough to encourage him to get his work done and leave a few minutes early, at least.
Good. That meant everything would be proceeding right on schedule.
My phone buzzed again. This time it was from Justin. He was also on his way. I frowned at that. I quickly tapped back to him and reminded him he was supposed to be here at a specific time. It wouldn’t do for him to get home early. I definitely didn’t want him here before Brett.
I looked through the house. Rose petals were sprinkled from the front door up the stairs to our bedroom. From there they ran down the hall to our bedroom and then up to the bed. And the bed was where I had the pièce de résistance set up. Ropes were laid out on the bed, ready to go, but I wasn’t quite ready to tie myself up. Not yet.
I went through the house one final time and made sure everything was perfect. At least it was as perfect as it was going to get. What can I say? I was something of a perfectionist, even when it came to my fantasy life. Even when it came to indulging in a fantasy that had the potential to explode my marriage or lead to some of the most passionate sex of my life.
Only time would tell if Brett was serious about this fantasy. If he actually meant it when he said nothing turned him on more than thinking of me with another man.
My phone buzzed again and I looked down. Brett would be here soon. He was pulling into the neighborhood. That was my cue. I took a deep breath, walked up to the bedroom, and looked at the ropes laid out. It was show time.
I smiled in anticipation as I looked myself up and down in the mirror one last time. No, there was no way any man could resist me in this lingerie. There was no way Justin would be able to resist me in this.
I looked around the bedroom where I had everything ready to go. Originally I thought about lighting candles around the room, but considering what I was planning I ultimately decided that probably wasn’t the best idea. Open flames and being completely immobilized wasn’t a good combination. The last thing I wanted was to be one of those idiots you heard about on the nightly news that everybody laughed at because they screwed up with a little BDSM.
I glanced at the clock. He’d be home soon. I needed to get to work! I moved to the bed, red sheets set out as a counterpoint to my blue lingerie, and reached out to the rope I’d tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. Brett made good money, and that meant we had a nice big sturdy king-size bed. A king-size bed that had been home to some fun times and would be home to an even more incredible fantasy tonight.
I pulled on the ropes tied to either post and tied them around my ankles. I was careful to tie them tight enough that I couldn’t get free, but not so tight that they would cut off circulation. I figured it was only a half hour until things rea
lly started in earnest, but I didn’t want my arms or legs falling asleep while I was waiting.
Once I was sure they were tight enough, that my legs were spread out suitably for my husband to walk through the door and find me, I leaned back and moved my arms up to where I had a pair of handcuffs set up. I’m not talking about the kind of handcuffs you find down at the local novelty shop in the mall or at the one of those stores that sells porn and lingerie in equal quantities. This was a pair of surplus cuffs I ordered special from a law-enforcement supplier. The real deal. I felt my pussy growing moist as I clamped them shut around my wrists. I sighed.
I was sure to keep the key in my hands though. I didn’t want to become the inadvertent winner of a Darwin award or anything because I was stupid enough to leave myself locked up with no method of escape. Safety first.
I tried to squeeze my legs together, tried to get some friction going down there, but it was difficult with them splayed out and tied up. The frustration only added to the excitement, only added to the thrill of being a tied up. The anticipation, waiting for him to get home and catch me splayed out like this, was killing me. This was going to be one hell of a birthday present. For both of us.
Now all I had to do was wait.
Not ten minutes later I heard somebody coming through the front door and rattling around. I smiled. That would be Brett arriving right on time. I tried to squeeze my legs shut once more as I imagined him walking through the door seeing those rose petals laid out before him. Leading him up to the bedroom where I was waiting.
“Hello? Rachel? Are you in here?”
I stayed silent. I wanted him to come up here and find me. I’d laid everything out for him so he could figure it out. I heard footsteps on the stairs. Coming down the hall.
“Hello? Rachel?”
Brett appeared in the doorway and he dropped his laptop case. I winced as it landed on the ground with a thud, but he didn’t even seem to notice that he’d just risked destroying his company computer. No, he only had eyes for me. He was staring with pure unconcealed lust.
“Holy shit.”
Brett licked his lips and his eyes were running up and down my body. I felt a tingle between my legs. I could feel my pussy lips puffing out, I could feel moisture gathering down there. I felt a flush rising in me under my husband’s hungry gaze. My nipples were pressing against the lace of my lingerie and I felt my breath picking up. I squeezed my eyes shut and enjoyed the confused jumble of emotions washing over my body.
When I opened my eyes I realized Brett had stepped closer to the bed. He was looking me up and down, devouring me with his eyes. I liked that look. It was a look that once more tempted me to forget about the whole plan with Justin so we could have a little bit of fun on our own. Only Justin would be here any minute now. The plan was already in place and letting Brett climb into bed with me was going to ruin it.
"I know you said I had a special birthday present but this is incredible baby!" he said.
I let my head fall back against the pillow. God it was so tempting to just let him climb into bed with me. I had visions of my husband climbing on top of me. I could see his rock hard cock tenting out from his pants and in my already restrained and so fucking turned on state I wanted nothing more than to feel my husband on top of me. To feel his cock sliding in between my legs as I was completely helpless before him. Completely at his mercy.
Only.
That wasn't the fantasy that I'd prepared for him today. No, that wasn't anything close to what I wanted to give him. My husband's deepest and darkest fantasy was to see his wife with another man, and I was going to deliver on that. I needed to overpower the arousal that was telling me I needed to fuck my husband and I needed to fuck him now. I needed to power through this, no matter how hot the scenario already was.
It would be really fucking awkward if I got Justin all ready to go with this scenario and then he was the one who walked in on my husband fucking me rather than my husband being the one who got to see another man walk in on me tied up like this!
Brett was already at the foot of the bed. He sat down and I could feel the bed moving under me. The springs squeaked as he moved a hand out and ran it tentatively along my ankle. Up to my thigh. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy that feeling for a moment, but only for a moment.
I opened my eyes. Looked down at Brett. Tried to work up my most commanding voice, though it wasn't much in the moment considering how turned on I was.
"You need to stop baby," I said.
Brett arched an eyebrow and a huge grin split his face. That was a grin that promised things. Damn it. Where the hell was Justin? Why wasn't he here already? Traffic usually wasn't that bad between here and the office, but then again it's not like he was used to making the drive like I was. Maybe he got delayed because he wasn't as familiar with the route. I wanted to scream in frustration as Brett leaned over me. As I felt his body heat mixing with the fire burning in my own body.
"Oh I see what this is," he said with a sexy growl. "The sexy wife is tied up while the intruder comes into the house and finds her? I can get behind that little role-play baby!"
I let out a growl of my own, though it was a growl of frustration rather than a growl of pleasure. Damn it. This was not going where I wanted it to. This was the one time where what I wanted more than anything was for my husband to not give into his base desires. He moved up and then he was kissing me, but I moved my head to the side to try and get him to give up already.
That got him to pull back. He looked down at me, confusion plain on his face.
"What's going on here baby?"
"This isn't your surprise," I said. "I mean it's part of your surprise, but it's not the whole surprise. There's more."
Brett blinked. "More? What are you talking about?"
As though on cue I heard a noise from downstairs. Near the back entrance by the kitchen. Brett looked up in surprise and it looked like he was about to investigate, but I managed to thrust myself up in the limited way I could tied up like this and get his attention.
"No," I said. "That's your surprise."
This time there was confusion written plain on his face, but there was also a smile there. I heard someone on the stairs. It sounded exactly like Brett coming up moments ago, but different at the same time. Justin hadn't said anything, but I was pretty damn sure that was him. It had to be him. Otherwise we were going to be in for a little bit of trouble if it turned out we did have an old fashioned home invasion going on while I was planning this and had myself tied up here.
"My surprise?"
"The fantasy you're always going on about? Well it's about to come true if you play your cards right! Now go sit on the other side of the bed and be a good boy!"
Brett's eyes went wide as he realized exactly what I meant. As he realized exactly what was going on. Then a huge smile split his face. He looked for all the world like a kid who'd just discovered he was getting a new bicycle or maybe a new car right after getting his license. Think of all of that wrapped up into one overwhelming expression of bliss, ratchet it up by about a factor of a hundred, and you're pretty close to how my husband looked in that moment.
He scrambled off of me faster than I've ever had any man get off of me when I was wearing practically nothing like this. Usually it was the other way around, but he followed his instructions like a champ and in a flash he was in a seat next to the bed where he'd have a full view of all of the action!
He didn't get there a moment too soon. No sooner had he taken his spot than someone was in the door. I looked up and saw the familiar button up shirt that barely contained a muscular figure. No tie, because that wasn't the sort of place where we worked, but overall the image was quite nice. A pair of glasses and tousled hair on top completed the sexy young nerd look that got me going so hard.
Justin smiled down at me, then his eyes traveled over to where Brett was sitting. His smile grew even wider when he saw my husband there.
"Well then," he said, his vo
ice washing over me at the same time as his eyes devoured my body in the same way they seemed to every time he found a convenient excuse to stop by my cubicle. "What have we here?"
4: Special Guest Star
Justin stepped into the room and my body was on fire. Two sets of eyes were on me. The man from work who seemed to worship my body whenever he stopped by my cubicle and the man I loved who desperately wanted to hear about and see other men worshipping my body even though that went against everything I'd ever thought about being in a committed relationship.
He moved and sat on the bed next to me, the cushion giving way under his considerable frame. All of it muscle, of course. He was fresh out of college, one of the newer hires in our small firm, and he still had that firm toned body of someone who spent more time in the gym than worrying about pesky things like classes or work. Once more his eyes ran up and down my body and it was so much more sexy now that he was right here next to me. Now that he was within inches of my body and the only thing separating us now was the lingerie I'd bought especially for this occasion.
And it was a delicious frustration that I couldn't do anything about it. I know my husband was right there next to me watching, but as I saw Justin staring down at me I was losing control. The only thing I wanted to do was reach up and run my hands along his body. Pull him down on top of me and take control of the situation. Give in to the fantasies starring Justin that had been brewing since well before I learned about my husband's fantasy and decided to incorporate a bit of my personal fantasy life into our shared fantasy life.
"Perfect," he said. "Absolutely perfect. Just as I imagined."
His hand moved out and then it was running along my stomach. I took in a sharp breath at his touch and I felt like my body was even more on fire everywhere his hand made contact. They were big, strong, and smooth. Goose bumps traveled along with his touch. Fire ran at his fingertips and went coursing through the rest of my body in waves of pleasure that all managed to end up down in between my legs where my pussy was so fucking soaked just from his touch. Just from the naughty promise of this situation where I was completely at the mercy of the two men in this room. At the mercy of one man in particular.
