Guess What Honey?

I watched her turn the glass up again as I studied what a beauty Maddie genuinely was. I once again told myself what a fortunate man I was to have married a woman as strikingly beautiful as her. Maddie's curly blonde locks hung down over her shoulders, the long golden ringlets giving her the appearance of a sensual goddess. Her C-cup breasts, which sagged very little even after having two kids, looked firm and supple, her prominent nipples protruding through the thin, lacy material of her bra. And thanks to Maddie's daily devotion to her exercise regimen, the rest of her body was still trim and lean, with curves in all the right places.

"I know you think my opinion doesn't matter on the subject, but you are the most beautiful and sexy woman I've ever laid eyes on."

The look Maddie returned my way was one of love and appreciation, but there was also a quick flash of shame, there for just an instant before disappearing when her lips curled into a smile. Maddie stepped forward and reached out to gently caress my cheek with her free hand. She held my gaze and slid her arm around behind my neck, pressing her body to mine.

"I was so wrong when I told you that," Maddie declared softly, her wet-looking red lips beckoning me to press mine to hers. "Your compliments mean more to me than anyone else's, and I know that now. I'd just gotten to the point that I was taking them for granted. And I promise you that I will never do that again! From now on, I'm going to cherish every one you send my way!"

I leaned in to kiss her sweet lips, but Maddie turned her head at the last second, merely offering me her cheek. I felt a rush of humiliation at being denied what I wanted most at that moment. Yet, at the same time, my cock throbbed against my boxers, Maddie's denial speaking to some primal need deep inside me. A requirement that I couldn't yet wholly quantify, but one that I felt the urge to fully embrace.

"You be a good husband, now," Maddie declared with a wink and a smile. "I don't need you messing up my makeup. I've worked so hard to get it to look just right!"

I couldn't help but smile, as she reached out to give my throbbing erection one more tweak with her hand before sliding past me and into her closet. I already knew precisely what she would be wearing. I'd gone with Maddie the night before to an expensive boutique shop and sat patiently by, while Maddie was seemingly fought over by two young male salesmen. I'd first thought them to be gay, an unfair assumption on my part. But I'd quickly realized from how they both lustfully looked at my wife, that the pair couldn't have been straighter.

I'd sat there for nearly an hour as they'd fawned over my wife, the taller of the two continually touching my wife's shoulders and hips as he held dresses up against her body. Yes, it was done under the guise of measuring their fit, but it was also clearly an attempt by the man to flirt with my wife. Rather than becoming angered by the show that he was putting on, I found myself amused and slightly aroused by the fact my wife was openly flirting back at him in a teasing manner, Maddie batting her eyes at the salesman and frequently touching his arm while stealing furtive glances my way to see if I was watching the spectacle she was putting on.

They'd finally settled on a short, gray pencil skirt and a sexy silk blouse with a snug-fitting, low-cut bodice that enveloped Maddie's breasts like a tight-fitting glove. My wife was clearly turned on by the experience of being doted on so intently, her puffy nipples clearly erect beneath the thin material of the lacy bra she'd worn to try on clothes. The tall salesman had finally slipped the blouse into a bag as she used my credit card to pay for her purchases. I watched my wife's lips curl into a knowing smile as the handsome flirty salesman surreptitiously slipped his business card into her hand, his implication clear to us both.

"Why didn't you get the skirt?" I'd asked Maddie as we left the store.

"I wanted to have it hemmed up a couple of inches. I'll pick it up tomorrow on my lunch break," Maddie stated, grinning as she held up the salesman's card with his cell number circled in red ink.

"You didn't get enough today of his pathetic attempts at seducing you?" I said, with a laugh.

"Oh, on the contrary," Maddie replied, tilting her head sideways and offering me a coquettish smile. "I rather enjoyed watching my husband sit by, while another man tried to entice me sexually. I'm just disappointed that you won't be with me tomorrow when I come back to pick my skirt up and try it on."

"Shameless hussy," I answered Maddie's teasing retort, causing her to laugh playfully as she took my arm and gave it a little squeeze.

Still, though I knew precisely what my wife intended to wear, I couldn't help but gasp slightly as she exited the closet, her outfit already on and a pair of four-inch black heels in her right hand. Maddie's pencil skirt had already been mid-thigh off the shelf. But, after being altered, it was now a good two inches higher. It was so short now, that I could plainly see the lace tops of a sheer pair of thigh-high silk nylons of a type I'd never seen Maddie wear before.

"You like?" Maddie asked, stepping one foot forward and placing her free hand on her right hip, cocking it out to the side in a suggestive manner.

"Does it matter what I think?" I asked, not meaning the words hurtfully. It was simply that the thought of Maddie wearing something so sexual for another man's benefit caused my cock to throb almost painfully in a delicious wave of humiliation.

"Always," Maddie replied. "I may be wearing it to be with him, but it excites me to know that I will look so sexy on your arm as we enter and leave that hotel tonight. Remember? We're doing this together, for us."

"I haven't forgotten," I replied, reaching out to take Maddie's hand. "Just try to remember that I'll likely be dealing with a lot of conflicting emotions tonight. And while not all of them will be positive, they will all likely serve to make the experience more intensely arousing for me in the end."

"You're sure it won't be too much?" Maddie asked, the concern on her countenance and in her voice apparent.

"I don't think so," I replied, after taking a moment to consider her question carefully. "I think I need this to happen as much as you do. I need to see that you're fulfilled. I need to see that hole in your life that I'm not emotionally capable of filling disappear. And most of all, I need to see what type of wanton creature you become under the hand of a man who's capable of treating you the way you long to be treated."

"You know I wouldn't want you to treat me that way even if you could, right?" Maddie declared softly. "I adore that you're tender and affectionate when you make love to me, and I adore how you seem to worship my body. I wouldn't want the man I love to be any dissimilar. But this, tonight, it will be different..."

"He's going to fuck you and use you like his personal slut," I replied, thinking I saw a shiver of delight run through my wife upon hearing my words.

"Uh-huh," Maddie replied, her cheeks flushing as she opened her clutch and pulled out her cell, checking the time. "We need to get on the road. It will be time for Mark to arrive before we know it."

Leaning over to kiss her cheek while wishing that I could claim her glassy red lips, I stepped around Maddie and picked up the overnight bag we'd packed together after Maddie returned home from work. Holding it in my left hand, I took Maddie's hand and led her out of our bedroom, strongly suspecting that we wouldn't be the same people when we returned. I thought that the basic tenets of our relationship would remain, but we'd also be so much more. I knew that I would see my wife in a new light, and I could only hope that I would genuinely enjoy it as much as I expected I would.

'But what if you're wrong?' a little voice sneakily reverberated through my mind. 'What if you're horrified by what you witness, but Maddie loves everything about it and wants to do it repeatedly from now on?

I gritted my teeth at the thought but mentally did my best to shut that voice down. I trusted my wife, and we had agreed that we would only do this if both of us remained happy with the arrangement. We'd both decided that this agreement would end the moment one of us was no longer satisfied with it and would do so with the full support of the other party. We were a team, and we would stay that way.

At least, I hoped we would...

CHAPTER FIVE

I was a bundle of nerves as we checked into the hotel, every nerve ending in my body seemingly alert, as my mind reacted strongly to everything around me. I was suddenly sure that everyone in the hotel's lobby knew what we were there for, and they were judging me for it.

I caught several men lustfully looking at my wife with lecherous intent, the sight of me not stopping them from ogling her seductive beauty. And while their leers excited me because she was mine, the realization that I was almost sure they knew I was delivering her to another man so that he could ravish her sinful body filled me with angst and shame.

"Are you okay?" Maddie asked me with concern, apparently noticing the slightly panicked look on my face. I looked at my gorgeous wife and saw nothing but confidence in her eyes. It was apparent that Maddie was there with a singular purpose in mind. My typically demure wife looked confident and alluring; her body seemed to glow with a wanton sexiness that appeared to draw the stares of every man in the vicinity. Her beautiful countenance conveyed that tonight, she was a vixen and on the prowl, looking to give her body to one particular man for an evening of animalistic, lust-filled sexual pleasure. She wanted to be taken and used for his sexual needs, her body owned and exploited before being cast aside when his lustful appetites were sated.

And that need in her beautiful blue eyes, more than anything, calmed my fears and allowed me to lay down the heavy burden of shame I was feeling. The realization that, yes, I was here for her needs and mine, as well. We'd both seemed well served by what was about to happen here tonight; our erotic needs, no matter how salacious they were, tended with the type of reckless abandon that either yielded an abundant crop or withered and died on the vine. I firmly believed at that moment, that there would be no in between.

"I'm good," I replied, and suddenly, I realized I was.

"Really?" Maddie asked, seeming uncertain.

Was I? I realized that I should be just the opposite, a bloody emotional mess who feared losing the woman he loved to a man who could potentially better satisfy the woman I loved. Maddie was the only woman I'd ever fallen in love with. So why wasn't I putting my foot down and calling for this madness to end? Why wasn't I screaming at the top of my voice that there was no way in hell I would ever allow this to happen?

Because deep down, I knew that something had been awakened in me. Something had come to life that would not be tamped down so easily. It had seized ahold of me and would not let go. Added to those feelings was the fact that I venerated my wife a great deal, and as impolitic as it might be to allow her the opportunity to have sex with another man, I knew this was something that Maddie needed.

Smiling at my wife, I said, "I have the most gorgeous and sexy woman in the entire state resting on my arm. And while she may be here for someone else, I know she's going home with me when all is said and done. And in the end, that's all that really matters."

Maddie looked bolstered by my words, her eyes seeming to mist over at the sentiment behind them. And for the first time in a long while, I saw that Maddie could see herself through my eyes and believed every word I was saying. And that, more than anything, seemed to reassure her that I was okay with what was about to happen.

Our ride up in the elevator to the nineteenth floor was filled with an intimate conversation, though neither of us said a word. Body language and facial expressions were all that was required to convey everything that needed to be said. And by the time the elevator doors opened up onto our floor, our fate was set.

We made it into the room a full half-hour before Mark was scheduled to arrive, Maddie excusing herself to go to the bathroom and freshen up her makeup while I raided the mini-bar for something to drink.

I was sitting in a chair near the bed watching, as my wife anxiously paced back and forth when a knock came at the door. Maddie and I looked at each other as I set my tumbler of bourbon down and stood up. My wife's eyes seemed to declare that this was my last chance to stop what was about to happen. I think we both knew that once I opened that door, the decision would be out of my hands. A change had seemed to come over Maddie since we'd entered our hotel. Gone was the confident woman who'd strode across the hotel's main floor entrance as if she owned the place and rode up in the elevator with me. In her place, was a submissive creature that I'd never before encountered. Maddie had slipped into a compliant state of mind, ready to be made malleable and accommodating to the man on the other side of our hotel room door.

Merely nodding my head in a sign of acquiescence, I passed Maddie's test of my commitment to the life we were about to undertake. Striding past her, I made my way to the door and opened it. There standing in the hall, with a slightly amused look on his face, was my wife's black paramour for the evening. Mark stood there in a tan sports coat and a dress shirt, the jacket clearly tailored, as were the pants he wore. I was glad to see he'd dressed up for the occasion. My reasoning? Well, my wife deserved only his best effort as far as I was concerned.

Stepping aside to allow him entrance, I watched with interest as Mark strolled confidently into the room, looking forever like he owned the place. He didn't stop until his eyes found Maddie, the sight of her freezing him in place. I watched as my wife attempted to give him a seductive look, but only succeeded in a way that an inexperienced young girl might achieve. And that's when it hit me, Maddie had slipped into the mindset of her eighteen-year-old self. She was mentally reliving that night during her senior high school year when she'd taken her first, and up until now, only black lover.

"Do you have the medical forms I asked for?" I said.

Mark didn't say a word, and his eyes never left my wife. He simply handed me the papers without asking for the doctor's report that said Maddie was free of any sexually-transmitted diseases.

I watched as the pair stared at each other, the ten feet between them seeming an insurmountable buffer for a moment, as we all waited for that point when Mark would take possession of my wife's body. I think my sense of anticipation was as high as either one of theirs, as I made my way back to the chair and the glass of bourbon I had waiting. Sitting down, I picked up my drink and intently observed the scene playing out before me, watching as Maddie attempted to look longingly at the man who would own her body for the next hour, or two.

"Come here," Mark declared with a snap of his fingers, pointing to a spot directly in front of him.

Maddie didn't hesitate, promptly shuffling forward as if she was a marionette being pulled on a string. I watched, feeling almost hypnotically entranced by the scene playing out before me; the growing erection in my pants conflicted with the wave of jealousy brewing inside me. I simultaneously wanted to see Maddie become a slut-wife for a big black cock while also fighting the urge to stand up and insist Mark leave their hotel room, forcibly if necessary.

But I couldn't do that to my wife. It was readily apparent that Maddie needed this thing to happen. And I was afraid that if I put the brakes on now, she'd willingly go along with my wishes because it was what we'd agreed beforehand. But over time, I was worried that Maddie would come to resent me for taking this opportunity away.

Besides, they say that a stiff dick has no conscience; accurate as that might be, a stiff cock also doesn't lie. And despite the jealousy and humiliation raging inside me, my cock was declaring that I wanted this to happen. Like my wife, I needed it. And despite the shame that realization filled me with, I would allow it to happen.

"You been thinking about my big black cock, Maddie?" Mark cockily asked, reaching down to cup my wife's chin and lifting her head up to a point she had no option but to look into his eyes. "You been fantasizing about it? Thinking about having it stuffed into your married white cunt?"

"Yes," Maddie declared softly, her cheeks blushing, I'm sure, at having to admit what I'd already suspected.

"You been thinking about fucking my black dick while making love to your husband?"

Maddie's eyes immediately cut over to where I sat; they pleaded with me to forgive what she was about to say. I steeled myself for her reply, already knowing what it would be. My wife had been constantly aroused in the week leading up to tonight. Ever since a date had been chosen, she'd been dragging me off to the bedroom every chance she had. And while I'd gone willingly, enjoying every second of our increased lovemaking. I hadn't been naive. Maddie had always been a responsive and verbose lover, frequently talking during our couplings, offering me encouragement, and whispering naughty words into my ear as I fucked her.

But over the last week, a change had come over my wife. Maddie would lay there with her eyes closed, her lips pursed tightly together. The only sounds she'd made had been the moans of pleasure she'd released leading up to the climaxes I'd given her. And I'd known she was fantasizing about him while struggling to keep from calling out his name.

And God, how that thought had excited me.

"Uh-huh," Maddie replied, her eyes back on him, her head tilted up as she stared expectantly into his dark eyes.

"Well, then," Mark declared, his right hand coming up in a flash and seizing a handful of Maddie's long blonde hair, yanking her neck backward even more and causing my wife to gasp, her eyes going wide. "Then I guess it's time we make you a slut for my big black cock. Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" Maddie said quickly, seeming entranced by what was happening to her. And for a second, I couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't already forgotten I was in the room.

Mark claimed my wife's wet red mouth a moment later, in a forceful display that left me no doubt that Maddie's lips would likely be bruised from how Mark crushed his against hers. I saw her mouth immediately open and accept her new lover's tongue. Their passionate kiss appeared primal, almost rabid in how they attacked each other's mouths. I marveled at what I was seeing, feeling humiliated and alone while struggling with the need to touch myself.

I'd fantasized about this moment repeatedly leading up to tonight. I knew it would be intense and that I would be flooded with a deluge of conflicting emotions while suspecting that I would also be aroused beyond my comprehension. But the one thing I had promised myself was that I wouldn't masturbate, no matter what. Tonight was about my wife's pleasure and seeing that all her fantasies were fulfilled. And when it was over, and Mark was gone, I would reclaim my wife and take mine. I refused to sit over in the corner and jack off like some horny little teenage boy. I wouldn't belittle myself by doing something so weak in front of another man.

I watched as Maddie seemed to melt her body against Mark's, their kiss continuing. Mark was grinding his pelvis against my wife's abdomen, an unmistakable bulge in his trousers as he used both of his hands to fondle Maddie's ass, drawing a soulful moan from my wife.