Guess What Honey?

In truth, I was counting on it.

"My other two high-school lovers were horribly inexperienced. The sex was over before it had hardly begun, and they were both selfish, neither of them making any effort to please me.

"But this Darren guy did?" I asked, my cock now so hard beneath the comforter that it ached.

Maddie's eyes found mine quickly at that question, shaking her head no. "No, with Darren, I felt that my pleasure was incidental to him. It was nothing more than a by-product of what he intended to do to me. Just something that repeatedly happened on the road to his destination."

I didn't miss the word "repeatedly" or its meaning. This Darren guy had gotten Maddie off in a way that had set the benchmark for her sexual life to come. I couldn't help but wonder if I had ever lived up to it. Had I even come close?

"And he was rough with you?" I asked the answer I expected to hear, both potentially arousing for me and filling me with unease.

"Uh-huh," Maddie said, her eyes once again drifting off into the past. "He spanked me and choked me while he was fucking me. And there was no doubt in my mind that's what we were doing. He made no pretense of making love to me; this was just primal, animalistic sex. He fucked me for hours and left me a mess. He ripped my dress, tore my panties, and left hickeys and love bites all over my breasts. I had to call a girlfriend and convince her to sneak me into her house after calling my parents to tell them I'd be spending the night with her. My dad would have taken one look at me and grabbed his shotgun if I'd gone home."

Maddie was quiet for another second before her eyes suddenly opened wide as if she'd just recalled something more. I couldn't imagine what all else the brutish, black young man could have done to her. I was still too busy trying to picture a young Maddie in such disarray after being fucked so brutally.

"We had to drive over to the next county the following day to a little pharmacy," Maddie said while wringing her hands nervously in her lap. "I had to buy the morning-after pill and couldn't risk word of it getting back to my parents."

"You let him come inside you?" I asked, surprised by the revelation. To my knowledge, I'd been the first man to spill my seed inside my wife's sex. I guess that was yet another thing I'd been misinformed about.

Perhaps sensing my discomfort at what she'd just told me, Maddie reached out and touched my arm, saying, "I swear that every man I was with after that, I always made them wear a condom. But Darren just refused..."

What she left unsaid rang in my ears. Darren had refused, and she'd been so aroused that she'd taken the chance. Despite knowing that she might get pregnant, Maddie had been too excited to deny him. She simply rolled the dice and risked hitting snake eyes because the potential sexual benefits were too significant to pass up.

"I didn't think it was the right time in my cycle for me to get pregnant, but I took the pills regardless," Maddie explained. "Darren had already knocked up two of my white classmates that year, and there was even an unsubstantiated rumor that he'd done the same to one of our teachers. I couldn't risk becoming another girl on that list."

We sat there quietly, the two of us ruminating on all that had been said so far. Maddie turned in the bed, sliding her right leg beneath her and laying her right shoulder against the headboard. I could feel her eyes on me and knew she had to be wondering what was going through my mind. My mind was a jumble, warring emotions of angst and arousal battling for my soul. I did my best to close out all the feelings as best I could, focusing on the goal I'd set for myself coming into tonight's discussion.

"And this Mark, he reminds you of this Darren guy back in high school," I stated, looking my wife in the eyes. "He reminds you of the raunchy but great sex you had with Darren, and that feeling of being young and desired."

"Yes," Maddie admitted, still meeting my gaze despite the blushing in her cheeks. I couldn't help but feel that my wife was beginning to feel more comfortable, perhaps due to my calm demeanor. Whatever the reason, the blue eyes that stared back at me had gone dark with need, Maddie's pupils wholly dilated.

I measured the following words carefully in my mind. I wanted to say them just right to not put my wife back on the defensive. Maddie was right where I wanted her to be and was reacting in a manner that I'd only dared to hope was possible coming into our discussion. I just needed to give her the right nudge to send us racing into an entirely new lifestyle.

"You wanted me to react favorably to the idea of you going out on a date with Mark, didn't you?" I asked, my tone even and measured as I reached up to softly caress Maddie's cheek. "And remember, we're being honest here with no judgment."

"I really don't know what I hoped, Peter," Maddie replied, with a shrug. "I know that I was intrigued by the idea of a date and what I knew might happen if I went out with Mark. But at the same time, the thought of it scared me. I'd never want to do anything that would damage the love you and I have for each other."

"But the thought of being with him sexually really excites you, doesn't it?"

"Peter, I never want that to happen. I was wrong for even entertaining the idea," Maddie said, her voice taking on a pleading tone before her shoulders finally slumped. "But yes, since we're being honest, the thought of it did excite me."

Here we were. We'd arrived at the destination of our discussion. My wife would either take what I said or did next with anticipation, or she'd be disgusted by the man she'd married a decade ago. Either way, I was ready to lay my cards down on the table.

"I want to meet with Mark, just me and him."

"Why?" Maddie replied, sitting up straight and showing clear signs of alarm.

Grabbing my wife's right hand, I threw back the covers and placed her fingers against my throbbing erection. Maddie's eyes went big, a confused expression blossoming on her gorgeous countenance. But that didn't stop her hand from gripping my erection tightly.

"Because as much as I hate to admit it, Mark was right. The thought of him fucking you excites me too..."

CHAPTER FOUR

I sat there nervously on the bed as I watched Maddie sit at her makeup table. My incredibly gorgeous wife had just finished doing her hair, opting to wear it cascading down across her shoulders. She sat there totally naked as she began doing her makeup, the towel from her recent shower bundled on the floor at her feet.

"You're making me nervous," Maddie announced, her hand shaking slightly as she attempted to outline her eye with an eyeliner pencil.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, suddenly feeling unsure of myself and not wanting to make my wife uncomfortable.

"No! Don't!" Maddie declared in almost an alarmed fashion. "I want you right by my side throughout all of this. But maybe you can get me a glass of wine to help calm my nerves."

Standing, I leaned over and kissed her cheek before leaving Maddie to apply her makeup. I then left the room, making my way down the hall in the direction of our kitchen. As I went, I reflected on the weeks that had passed since the night I'd first proposed what was about to happen.

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Maddie had given me Mark's number that night. I'd spent the next two days formulating precisely what I wanted to say while Maddie and I used that time to come to a comprehensive written agreement on what we agreed would be kosher behavior. Maddie didn't bother to ask if I'd made the call, though I could tell it was on her mind each night.

I called Mark on a Thursday afternoon, introducing myself and telling him that I was Maddie's husband. I then asked him to meet me at a local watering hole later that evening, telling him that we needed to have a discussion before talk of him spending any intimate time with Maddie went any further. He seemed a little cautious at first, finally sounding cocky by announcing that he knew I'd be one of those guys who were into their woman getting some big black cock.

I allowed him his chance to crow, knowing that I would have the final say once we met later that night. I'd gone up against guys like him in the past. Their arrogance and cocksure attitude worked well on those intimidated by them, but that wasn't me. I might be mild-mannered and polite to a fault, but I was every bit the alpha male that Mark was.

I waited until Maddie got home that night to announce that she'd have to get the girls ready for bed on her own. I merely told her that I had something I needed to take care of at eight. She seemed as if she was about to ask a question for a moment before swallowing the urge down and beginning to help me with supper preparations.

Before I left, Maddie followed me to the front door and laid an impassioned goodbye kiss on my lips. She then turned without saying a word and walked away to join our girls in the family room. As I settled in behind the wheel of my Mustang, I reached up and touched my lips where my wife had just kissed me. That kiss had spoken a volume of information that mere words could have never implied. It told me that I still had her blessing to go through with what I was about to do. It spoke of how much she loved me for what I was prepared to do for her. It swore an oath that we were in this as a team. And above all else, it made it apparent to me just how excited Maddie was at the prospect of finally becoming a hotwife.

The bar was busy as I entered. I scanned the room for Mark, having already seen a picture of him on his company's website. Spotting him sitting in a corner booth running his game on a pretty brunette server, I made my way over, mentally arming myself with the armor of my convictions and the things Maddie and I had agreed on.

"Mark," I said, sliding into the booth across from him as my eyes went to the young server. If she was impressed by the black Lothario's spiel, you couldn't tell it by the look on her face. If anything, she looked relieved by my arrival.

"I'll have a bourbon, neat," I told her, the attractive brunette nodding her head before disappearing in the direction of the bar.

I then turned my attention back to Mark, taking him in. He was perhaps an inch or so taller than me and appeared to be densely packed with muscle. His thickly-defined shoulders were narrower than mine, and if I was willing to bet, he carried a few-too-many pounds around his midsection. He was a handsome guy, with a full head of closely-cropped hair and just the hint of a bit of scruff on his chin.

"Well, you got me here, cuck. What can I do for you?"

I smiled back at him, seeing the cocky expression on his face falter slightly at the sight of how at ease I was. And truth be told, I felt totally at peace. Mark would either lose his attitude with me and acquiesce to my conditions, or Maddie and I would move on and search for another bull.

"First off, you can save the attitude for the weak-kneed guys you typically deal with because that's not me," I announced confidently, with a smile. "You'll either treat me with respect from here on out, or we can part ways and call an end to our business. Do we understand one another?"

Mark eyed me carefully, seeming to try and get a measure of me. I stared back at him while trying to impart the fact that we'd either treat each other as equals, or he could take his wares elsewhere. My message apparently got through, whether it was relayed by my words or demeanor.

"Alright, cuz," Mark replied, sitting up straighter in the booth. "I didn't mean anything by it. Most of the guys I deal with get off on a bit of humiliation."

"Like I said, that's not me," I replied. "I've got a lot more invested in what we're here to discuss. So from this point forward, why don't we agree to treat each other with respect?"

"Agreed," Mark replied, finally seeming to relax just as the waitress returned with our drinks.

"First off, I'm in charge here. You'll either agree to what I have to say or the deal's off. Agreed?"

"Sure," Mark replied with a shrug, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table.

"All right, I think we can agree that you want to have sex with my wife, and she would like to have that happen, too."

"True dat," Mark replied while taking a drink of his beer. "That's why I suggested she propose the idea of a date to you."

"There's not going to be a date," I announced, my tone leaving no opportunity for debate. "There will be a scheduled rendezvous in a hotel on a date of my choosing. You will be on time, and the sex will end when I decide, or you can't go anymore. When that happens, you will dress and leave without argument."

"You're going to be there?" Mark asked, the hint of a smirk gracing his thick lips.

"Maddie wouldn't have it any other way, and neither would I," I announced. "So if that's a problem, we'll go our separate ways."

"I don't have a problem with it," Mark declared with a shrug, as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.

"Excellent, then there's the matter of how Maddie expects to be treated," I said, sitting forward in the booth and taking a sip of my bourbon. "My wife is looking to relive an encounter she had as a teenager. She wants to be manhandled and treated rough. Maddie wants to be taken and made to feel like you're using her solely for your pleasure; she wants you to treat her like a slut and leave her feeling used and worn out."

"That's the only way I know how to fuck," Mark said, matter of factly. "What about you, though. You aren't like most of the husbands I encounter. Can't you do all that for her?"

I studied Mark for any indications he was attempting to put me down. He seemed sincere, though, and merely curious. I supposed he had to precisely wonder why I was giving in to my wife's desires. But I was giving him nothing.

"It's not my style," I replied with a shrug. "I love my wife too much to mistreat her in such a way."

"Then, if you don't mind me asking, what do you get out of this?" Mark asked, his face showing far more interest in my motivations than he had in how I'd described Maddie wanted to be treated.

"Like I said, I love my wife. She's the center of my world, and I'd do nearly anything to make sure she's happy and fulfilled. Even if that means allowing her to engage in rough sex with you," I replied with a shrug.

Mark seemed to take a moment to consider my words. Finally, he sat back and took another swig of his beer, appearing content with my reasoning. I downed the rest of my bourbon and then moved on to the next part of our discussion.

"Maddie expects you to mark her body; as a matter of fact, I think she'd be disappointed if you didn't. But I have strong feelings on the subject. You can leave love bites and hickeys on her breasts but nothing above them. If you leave one mark or bruise anywhere on her body other than those, you and I will have a real problem," I said, trying to impart in my tone exactly how serious I was. "You can choke her and spank her all you want, just make sure that you don't leave any bruises or lasting marks."

"I fuck 'em hard and leave 'em spent. I'm not about doing any damage," Mark declared, holding his hands up in a supplicant gesture.

"I'm glad we agree then," I replied. "And that brings us to the final thing that I require for this to happen. When you show up at the hotel that night, you're to have a doctor's report showing that you're disease-free. Maddie will bring one, as well. My wife is insistent on having you come inside her. She says that it wouldn't ring genuine to her if you didn't."

"And you don't like that, do you?" Mark replied, studying me carefully.

"How I feel about it is irrelevant," I replied, not giving him anything to hold over my head. "I want my wife to be happy, and having you come in her will do that."

"Damn!" Mark declared, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't understand me at all. "So when's this going to happen?"

"That brings me to the last of our business," I stated. "From this point on, you'll have no other contact with my wife. She's already assigned one of her staffers to be your point of contact from this day forward. You won't attempt to see or contact Maddie in any way, shape, form, or fashion. She's already blocked your number from her phone and deleted your contact information. You'll only deal with me right up until that night from this point forward. I'll contact you a week ahead of time once we decide on a date that works for us. So just wait to hear from me until then."

I then slid out of the booth and left him sitting there to mull over everything I'd said. As I walked away, I felt my cock begin to stiffen between my legs. We were one step closer to actually seeing this happen, and I couldn't have been happier.

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"Here you go," I said, setting Maddie's glass of wine down on her makeup table.

"Thank you, honey," Maddie replied, picking up the wine glass and turning it up to her lips. I watched as she tilted her head back and downed the entire glass, watching her throat work as the red wine slid down her gullet.

"Wow," I remarked. "Are you that nervous?"

"I guess so," Maddie replied shyly, a blush rising up on her already rosy cheeks. "I thought I'd made my peace with what we're about to do. But it's really hit me today."

"Second thoughts?" I asked, not entirely sure of what answer I hoped to hear.

"Not so much that," Maddie replied as she began to paint her lips a vibrant and wet shade of red. "I guess it's just nerves that things won't go the way I want them to, or that Mark won't live up to the expectations I've built up in my head."

"Why? Are you having second thoughts?" Maddie asked, turning to look at me with concern. "Because if you are, we can still call it off."

"No, baby," I replied, offering my wife a comforting smile. "I think you need this, and I think that I need to see it. This is for us both."

"I love you so much," Maddie said, her eyes showing a hint of relief at my admission and more than a bit of adoration at the gift I was giving her.

Standing, I grabbed her wine glass and said, "Why don't I get you one more glass to drink while you're getting dressed. We'll see if we can't get those nerves under control."

I left Maddie sitting there working on her lips and headed back toward the kitchen. As I went, I thought back to the weeks since that night I'd met with Mark in that bar. Our new lifestyle had already paid dividends in our relationship. Our three to four times a week lovemaking had become a nightly occurrence, with us often making love multiple times a day on the weekend. And Maddie, who'd always been an attentive wife, had become almost devoted to me, lavishing love and praise on me affectionately while clinging romantically to me every hour we were together.

Pouring more wine into my wife's glass, I turned and headed back towards our bedroom, pausing briefly while considering whether to pour myself a glass of bourbon. I shook the idea off, believing that I needed to be clearheaded and wholly sober for what was to come in just a short while. Feeling bolstered by my decision, I returned to our bedroom in time to see my wife putting on her new undergarments, a sheer, lacy black bra, and panty set that she'd purchased the night before. The idea that she'd done so while knowing fully well that she intended to wear them for another man quickly made my cock spring to life, tenting the gaberdine fabric of the trousers I wore.

"Well, I see you like my frilly, new underwear," Maddie declared, with a salacious smile, reaching down to stroke my erection as she used her other hand to take her glass of wine.