Becoming Hers Pt. 05 by MLQuinn..,
Part 5
The continuation of the story.
Chapter 22
That began a period of revelation. We began to be more playful in bed. What we liked, and didn’t changed over the years and discovering these new sides of each other reinjected some of the passion that we had lost. One night, for example, Sally came to bed in a crotch-less teddy and a wig. She wanted me to slap her ass and treat her like whore, and I did. I took her like I hadn’t in years but what was most surprising was how much that scenario turned her on. Mostly, though, we began to experiment with scenes of her fucking other men. I would insert a butt plug in her and as she straddled me I would tell her how much two men wanted to take her at the same time. Or she would light candles, lay back in bed, and let me watch her as she spread her legs and fucked herself with a dildo until she came. I would jerk off as she told me about a fantasy involving having another man while I watched.
One day I decided to take things a little further, to make them more dangerous. We were lying in bed cuddling after making love. I was stroking her hair. She had asked me (really demanded from me) during our lovemaking that I say, “I want to watch another man fuck you.” It excited us both.
“Would you really want me to watch another man fuck you?” I asked.
“Mmmm…. I’m not sure. It’s hot to think about but also scary.”
“Why?”
“What would it do to our relationship? Also, maybe he’d have some disease or be disgusting. And if it was anyone I ever ran into again I’d be mortified. Where would we find such a guy? Would you like it?”
“I don’t know either. Same as you. It sounds hot but I wonder about whether I could really stand it. Remember the movie Indecent Proposal?” We had seen the movie a few years back, although it was quite a bit older. It was about a millionaire who offered a million dollars to a couple if the wife would sleep with him once. The jealousy afterwards ripped them apart, and the husband never even witnessed them making love.
“What would you think about posting an ad on some online site? Then we have control and we can play around and figure out if we want to take a next step?” I asked.
“That could be fun,” Sally said as she began to nod out. She soon drifted off to sleep.
The next day I went to work as usual but my mind kept wandering back to our conversation. Could I really go through with this? What would an ad look like? I found thinking about it deeply arousing.
That night, after the kids went to sleep, I brought up the topic again with Sally.
“Have you thought about our conversation last night?”
“Yes. A lot.”
“And?”
“Why don’t do it? Only if you don’t mind, of course.” I could see that this was delicate territory for her. She really was turned on and intrigued by the idea, even if she had some reservations. On the other hand, she didn’t want to hurt me. She would never tell me outright that she wanted to fuck other men. If this was going to happen, I would need to take the lead.
“OK. So we need an ad. And pictures. Why don’t we do the pictures tonight and think more about the ad?”
She agreed and I got my phone. She began to model for me, assuming different poses and wearing different lingerie. We only needed a couple of shots but we had never done this before and the modeling was exciting for us both. Sally was exposing herself in risqué poses to be displayed on the internet so other men could ogle her and decide if they wanted to try to fuck her. We took pictures for about thirty minutes and by the time we were done she was dripping wet and wanted me badly. I didn’t even undress — I just pulled down my pants and took her against the wall, fucking her hard until we both came together. If that was what taking the pictures would do, I wondered if we needed to actually carry this all the way through. Maybe just planning for it would be exciting enough.
The next few nights were busier and we did not have time to write the ad. Friday night, though, we sat down together to work on it with our laptops. We looked around for a while to see what other people wrote. We thought briefly about responding to one of the ads but then decided that having the control of posting the ad, of having men pursue her, would be more fun. We set up a new email account for the purpose. We finally came up with the following:
MWC for M: Professional, married white couple in 30s seek a man to play with the wife. We are not models but we are in good shape and you should be as well. You should be drug and disease free. Discretion is a must. We would talk over the phone first to verify and then meet for a drink. If things click we would go back to our hotel and see what develops. No bi activity. Husband will begin by watching and might join in. We have never done this before and she will decide what we do and at what pace. If interested, please send description, pic, and phone number. Tell us what you would want and if you’ve had experience with this kind of thing.
We attached three pictures of her. In one, she was lying on the bed, face down, wearing a thong. A second was of her standing, from the front below the neck, wearing a sexy but opaque negligee. The third was in a yellow bikini. It was exciting to post it. We went to sleep giddy.
The next morning we were bursting to see the replies but we were too busy with the children. I made pancakes for everyone and then we decided to spend the day at the zoo. As we wandered through the exhibits we exchanged whispered comments.
“How many replies do you think we got?”
“Probably hundreds. You’re so hot.”
She liked that. The kids especially liked the gorillas.
When things had settled down that night we could barely wait to break out the laptop. About twenty-four hours after our posting there were, indeed, over two hundred replies. We settled on four crude screening criteria to use in cutting the replies down to a manageable number. First, any guy who clearly did not read the ad and focused on wanting to fuck me. Second, guys over sixty or who were in some obvious way gross. Third, and related, guys who bragged about their sexual prowess in a way that made us think that he would be more concerned with his own pleasure than Sally’s. Last, guys who sent only close up pictures of their dicks. There were a surprising number of these. What were they thinking?
Weeding out these replies left us with a pool of a little under a hundred viable candidates. We were particularly intrigued in particular by one group of about seven responses of men who said that they did this professionally. The upside of this group was that they were all handsome. Each sent a few pics that included their faces and their naked bodies (but no close ups of dicks!). Their responses were generally articulate and, well, professional. On the downside, we worried especially about diseases and the kind of man who becomes a professional cuckolder.
The more we thought and talked about it, though, the more the idea of hiring a man appealed to us. We were nervous and new — and not even sure that this would develop into anything — and these men could all guide us. We were planning on getting a hotel room and it was a big city, but we still worried about discretion and we were not thinking about an ongoing affair. If we decided to abort at the beginning or in the middle, there was no harm done. After all, we were paying.