Some things are too good to be true.
Enjoy..
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Be careful what you wish for
Although I didn’t want to go, here I was attending a week-long seminar in Atlanta that my boss, James Johnson, demanded I attend. I had worked for James for almost five years, and I had been happily married for almost the same length of time. I loved my wife, my job, and my town. Life was good.
In fact, my sex life was better than good. My wife, Anna, had never, in the six years I have known her, refused me sex. We’ve had the most active sex life that I could imagine. Certainly better than most couples, if the conversations between other men, overheard at work, in restaurants, or in bars about how their ‘old lady’ rarely ‘put out’, were to be believed.
Every night, Anna was up for it, and not just a quickie either. She liked to dress up in sexy, slutty clothing and pretend to be anything that she thought I would want. From a slut or whore, to an innocent little virgin and more. Role-playing was almost a nightly occurrence.
Sometimes we would stage our role-plays outside the safety of our home. On many occasions, I have ‘picked her up’ in bars. We’ve also role-played at restaurants, and even on street corners. In case you’re thinking that I was responsible for initiating these games, you would be wrong. Most of the time it was Anna who chose the role-playing scenario. Her favorites were forced sex, bondage, and being a submissive little slut.
The trouble started when she raised the idea about sharing her with another man. The wife sharing role-plays were a huge turn-on for me. I don’t know why, but they were. The sad thing was, once they were over, I felt shame and guilt and knew that they must remain strictly a fantasy. When each role-play finished, I would make certain she knew that it had been very exciting to imagine, but never to ask me to make it real. She seemed to agree.
The conversations about ‘other men’ continued to develop over a few months. Anna even role-played cheating on me. When I came home, she would relate details of her latest fabricated encounter. It made me indescribably hot, and we would ravish each other passionately. Each time, however, I made her understand that, although I loved the role-play, I could never actually do it.
It was while I was on this forced business trip, that I received a a text message from an unknown number which said, ‘Your fantasy will happen this week.’
I texted back, ‘LOL I think you have the wrong number.’
‘No, I don’t have the wrong number. Check your email, Roy,’ was the reply.
I checked my email account using my laptop. Sure enough I’d received an email from a unique address and
The email message read, ‘Notice the number 222? That’s your street house number, isn’t it? That’s where I am going to fuck your wife. I plan to be fucking her by Wednesday. You won’t be home till Friday night, so she will be really satisfied by the time you get back.
Don’t worry, I will give you updates through the week. I may even send some photos for you to enjoy.’
The message in the email shocked me, so I called Anna to ask what was going on.
“Nothing is going on. I just got home from work to an empty house. What about you, found a girlfriend in Atlanta yet?”
“No, my girlfriend is at home, and don’t you ever forget it. Between her and my wife, I have no desire for anyone else.”
She laughed, and then worried me by saying, “Baby, how would you feel if I surprised the hell out of you when you get home?”
Momentarily speechless, I finally asked, “Just how do you plan to do that?”
“You always wanted to find out what sloppy seconds felt like, didn’t you?” she asked.
My eyes widened, and I managed to choke out, “Honey, that was just role-play. I hope that you aren’t going to really do that, are you?”
Her voice became husky, “Why not? I bet you’re as hard as a rock just talking about it.” She paused, then added, “Aren’t you?”
I had to touch myself to find out, since it didn’t feel like my cock was attached to me anymore. When I found it was like steel, I couldn’t hide the surprise in my voice, “Yes”.
She laughed, “So, what do you say?”
“Honey, I really don’t want you to go further than just the role-play and teasing on this one. I could never share you. You are mine. I’ve been terrified, since reading the email, that you’re about to ruin our marriage.”
“What email?” she asked.
I explained, “I got a text message, from an unknown number, that said my fantasy was about to come true, and to check my email account. I found an email, I thought from you, pretending to be a guy planning to fuck you.”
“No, I didn’t send any email to you, but I like the idea. Maybe I should start,” she teased.
We talked for a while longer. I promised to let her know if I got any more text messages or emails.
Not one minute after I hung up, I got another text. The message was ‘I hear you are having second thoughts but, don’t worry, she may still want you after I am done with her.’
I immediately went from concerned, confused and horny to feeling outright pissed. Either Anna was fucking with me, and lied about the messages, or she had lied by omission about being alone. If Anna was with a guy, then she had either lied by omission about their intentions, or she was unaware that he was trying to seduce her.
I sat there getting more and more angry.
Finally, I went into the conference, but I paid no attention to what was happening.
That night, after I got back to my room, I was in a daze. Fearing what might be happening at home, I was about to make the nightly call to my wife, when I got a text from the unknown number. The message read, ‘Your wife will be busy tonight, we are going out. Wish me luck.’ He included a photo of my wife in a sexy red dress with the text.
I called my home number as planned, but there was no answer after almost a dozen rings. It seemed that she wasn’t at home, so I called her cell which went straight to voicemail. I didn’t leave a message.
Almost two hours later, I got another text message. It read, ‘second base’ with an attached photo of my wife’s dress pulled down to expose her breasts. She was sitting in a stranger’s car, judging by the interior, with a baseball field as a backdrop. Her nipples were hard, and there seemed to be a small hickey on her left breast. I could see the wedding ring on her left hand. I was furious.
I kept staring at the dark spot on her breast, knowing that someone else was enjoying her charms. It felt like my heart was being torn from my chest. Then I got another text. This time it was a photo of my wife holding her dress above her hips, legs opened, and pussy obviously dripping wet. The text read, ‘Third base. I didn’t expect third till tomorrow.’
I felt nauseous but was unable to throw up.
It was time for action. I opened my laptop and started searching airlines, looking for a flight home. The earliest flight wouldn’t leave until 4 am.
I contacted two male colleagues, who were also attending the conference, and they agreed to cover for me. I went to the hotel for a power nap, setting the alarm for 3 am, but was disturbed by another text message. It said, ‘I am going to fuck her tonight. She already told me she was more than willing. I am going to bet you that you jack off thinking about what I am doing to your woman. Don’t worry I will take good care of her.’