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"Like what?"

"For one thing, even though Mandy and I had both fooled around a little with girls in college, we'd hadn't done anything with each other, and I wasn't sure I wanted to cross that line with her."

"Well, you could have just taken turns with Nathan then, couldn't you?"

"I doubt that's what they had in mind. Mandy had told me about being with a guy and girl once before and how she wouldn't have been satisfied with anything less than a 'true threesome,' as she called it, where she made love with both partners equally. Besides, I'm sure Nathan wanted to see us together too, if what other men have told me about the appeal of being with two women is true."

"I guess you're right," I said. "I probably would have wanted the same."

"And with Nathan being as aggressive as he was he might have insisted on it. I didn't want to be put into that situation. But the main reason I didn't do it was that you and I had started dating, Fred. I know that will sound silly to you..."

"It does," I interrupted. "We barely knew each other, much less were a real couple by that point. I appreciate your commitment to monogamy, Melissa, but you take it to an extreme that I can't understand. You could have easily sowed a few final wild oats back then with Nathan and Mandy or even someone else and I wouldn't have known about it. In fact, knowing about it now makes me wish you had."

"It's actually kind of funny talking about monogamy considering you were that close to having a threesome," I couldn't help but add.

"I wasn't dating either of them, if I were then I wouldn't have even thought about it."

"I think you need to redefine you positions entirely, Melissa. Like all this guilt you have over cheating even when I'm the one telling you to do it. Like torturing yourself the way you are over Andre."

I held up Melissa's cell phone in front of her. "You could call him right now and tell him you're coming over to spend the night and I'd be fine with it as long as you filled me in on all the details afterwards. That's the only rule I've ever had when it comes to this."

"Don't say things like that, Fred. I mean it, if you do then this conversation ends now." The sternness that Melissa had shown me in prior conversations on this topic was again evident, but behind it I could hear a helplessness in her voice that I hadn't encountered before. Andre truly was different than anyone else I'd tried to tempt her with over the years. Her desires for him were real; I just had to figure out a way to get my wife to do what I knew she deep down she really wanted to do.

I got my opportunity about a month later when Melissa told me her employers were sending her to Mexico for a week to attend a conference. It wasn't anything that important, but they did need someone to represent her company there and it gave them an excuse to give her a paid vacation as a reward for her doing such a good job for them the rest of the year. After a bit of prodding I found out that Andre would be attending as well. It was actually Melissa that made that last part possible, as she wanted to thank him for being such a good employee. As much as I wanted to think she had ulterior motives in mind too, I knew my wife too well for that to be the case.

"I know what you're thinking, Fred, and it's not going to happen," Melissa insisted. "In fact, if I thought there was any chance of it happening I'd back out of this trip altogether." I knew Melissa meant what she said; after all she'd been rejecting advances from other men despite my efforts for years. Even though Andre had clearly broken through much of her defenses, I believed her when she said there'd be no hanky-panky between them on the trip. That's when I decided to increase the odds in my favor.

I had two and a half weeks before Melissa was set to leave for Mexico to put my plan into action. The first was to deny her sex completely. That might not seem like such a big deal, but to understand why I did it you need to understand my wife. Melissa absolutely loves sex; I've never known a woman who craves it more. That and her uninhibitedness is probably the main reason why we've had such a great sex life over the years.

It's likely at least part of the reason why I've had so many fantasies about Melissa and other men over the years too. She's such a sexual person but because of our marriage and her upbringing Melissa has always been very reserved around other men, so the mere idea of her showing that wanton, lusty side of herself that I know so well to another man is a huge turn on for me. Besides, I literally can't keep up to Melissa's needs sometimes, so her having someone else on the side gives me a little relief too. Even after fifteen years, we still have sex about three times a week, and that number would be higher if it were up to Melissa. The rest of the time she uses a vibrator to take care of her needs. If that sounds like a lot of time being spent getting off, I agree, but that's my wife. I don't judge her for it, in fact I love that Melissa still enjoys sex so much even after all these years. The amazing thing to me is that, if anything, her sexual needs have increased over time, as she's much hornier in her thirties than she ever was in her twenties.

Cutting off Melissa wasn't easy, not just because it meant no sex for me either, but because I had to keep finding excuses. Illness, too tired, needing to stay late at work, etc., etc., it was difficult, but I managed to do it. I wanted Melissa to be climbing the walls by the time she got to the resort hotel she was to be staying at, with the temptation eating away at her that the man she secretly lusted for was there too, ready to satisfy her every need if she would only let him.

Of course, Melissa still used her vibrator while I kept her away from the real thing, but I got a pleasant surprise at this turn of events also. Back when my wife had first told me about her feelings towards black men I made a purchase for her. I bought her a rubber dildo, the biggest, blackest one I could find. It was made to look as realistic as possible too, with a large, mushroom-shaped black head and bulging black veins along the sides. I gave it to Melissa, jokingly referring to it as "Andre."

Melissa was annoyed, as she saw this as yet another attempt by me to poison her mind with thoughts about Andre, which I admit it was, and put the package in her dresser drawer without even opening it. She did, however, make a crude comment about it being more little Andre Jr. than Andre, which piqued my interest. Not only did I take that to mean that Andre was packing a serious monster but obviously Melissa knew more about Andre than she had been letting on. Once again I had to wonder how much my wife had been holding back when she said she and Andre had only been mildly flirting with each other.

Anyway, during this time when I was making Melissa go cold turkey, I happen to notice that "Andre" was now kept unpackaged in her drawer. I would have loved to have watched Melissa using it. I'd seen Melissa masturbate before, with and without her vibrator, but that was always a prelude to sex and I didn't want to encourage anything like that.

The thought that Melissa had succumbed her desires enough to use the same dildo that she had disparaged me for getting her was exciting though. Was she now fantasizing about Andre while shoving this big ebony dick in and out of her wet pussy? I imagined Melissa talking dirty, as she often did, begging for Andre to fuck her harder and harder with his black cock. After hearing Melissa's story about Mandy and her boyfriend I knew that sort of thing excited her, and knowing that about her turned me on too. I felt like I had broken new ground with Melissa and my fantasy, as I imagined her doing all of these nasty things and more while she brought herself to orgasm alone in our bedroom. Knowing my wife as I do, however, I also knew that no fake dick was a suitable replacement; if anything, it would make her crave the real thing even more. By the time she and Andre got to Mexico her mind would be inundated with thoughts of fucking him.

I still wasn't sure if this was going to work, however, and I didn't want to waste this golden opportunity that I had been gifted, so I decided to try and turn up the heat some more on Melissa and Andre. This was the most daring part of my plan too, since once Melissa found out about it there would no longer be any doubt that I was trying to corrupt her. How would she react to that? I really had no clue.

In any event, the night before she left I decided to do some "repacking" of Melissa's luggage. Even though she wasn't required to spend that much time at the conference, Melissa had filled her suitcase with business attire, probably so that she could keep the trip as professional as possible and not be tempted to spend any more time than she had to alone with Andre. I removed all of those outfits and added a single one in their place, a dress so daring that Melissa had only worn it once before at a Halloween party where she and I masqueraded as a prostitute and her john.

It was a black lace mini-dress, extremely low-cut and tight enough to be a second skin on Melissa's ample curves. Not that my wife has ever been too shy to put her assets on display, but this outfit went so far that even she never wore it again in public after that first time. The only times Melissa has worn it since has been inside the house on special, romantic occasions, and the dress has never failed to put either of us in the right mood. She looks absolutely stunning in it. I also added a racy peach bikini, which considering how great Melissa looks in it is a testament to how well she's maintained her feminine figure over the years, but is so revealing that she only wears it when she can sunbathe privately in our back yard. I filled the rest of the suitcase with my wife's favorite lingerie apparel, of which she has many; outfits that I know make her feel sexy. If she wanted to have a lustful getaway with Andre these clothes would certainly be perfect at putting both of them in the right frame of mind.

The last thing I did as part of my plan was to have a heart-to-heart talk with Melissa the night before she left. I told her how much I loved her, and how much I believed in the strength of our marriage. Melissa knew where I was taking this conversation, and usually she'd wouldn't even let me finish, but this time, surprisingly, she did. I think the emotion of my tone moved her enough to let me speak, and I also think that, much as she didn't want to admit it to either of us, deep down she knew that for the first time she was strongly considering taking up my offer.

I told her how turned on I'd been hearing her story about Mandy and Nathan, and how exciting it was to learn about her curiosity in black men. I assured Melissa that there was absolutely nothing wrong if she wanted to explore this side of herself with Andre, and that the anonymity of being on vacation in another country was the perfect opportunity for her to do it. After I was done talking, Melissa again insisted that this was a business only trip and that she had no intentions of taking me up on my offer, but there was a contradiction in her tone that told me I'd really struck a chord with her this time that I'd failed to do in the past.

This part of the story gets a bit unusual because of something I failed to mention earlier. I wanted Melissa to feel like her time with Andre was a true getaway experience, with no intrusions from the outside world. I got the feeling that if she and I kept in regular contact, something in her would give way, like guilt, and things might not go so well. And with that, after Melissa got on the plane I sent her a text saying that I only wanted her text me back once a day with the message being, "Everything OK," and nothing more. No texts, no phone calls, absolutely nothing unless an emergency had arisen.

I knew Melissa would be livid with me when she opened her suitcase, but I hoped she'd settle down enough to follow my instructions and not contact me about it. In truth I really wasn't sure what to expect on that first day, and kept waiting with my phone nervously for her to chew me out with an angry phone call or text, but to my surprise and delight none of those things happened. I went to sleep, or at least tried the best I could to fall asleep. The next morning I checked my phone, and my heart began racing as I saw the one from Melissa that simply said, "Everything OK."

"Holy shit, it worked," I told myself. Right now my wife was off at a sunny tourist resort, doing god knows what with Andre. I counted the days waiting, hardly able to contain myself as I waited for her to return and fill me on all the naughty details.

A Week Later...

I watched from the window as the taxi pulled up in front of our house and Melissa got out. She looked tired, but otherwise unaffected, wearing the same faded t-shirt and jeans she had on when she had left. She only had brought the one suitcase for the trip, and was already out of the taxi and at our doorstep by the time I reached her.

"Hi honey, how was everything?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could. Melissa gave me a slight roll with her eyes, but then went back to acting normally.

"I'm too tired from the flight to talk now, Fred. I want to take a nap. An hour or so should be fine."

"Sorry again that I wasn't able to pick you up dear, but try as I might I really couldn't get the day off from work. In fact, I just got back home myself and was about to start making dinner. Or would you rather I order some takeout for us?"

"Maybe order some Chinese food from that place we like," Melissa suggested. "The usual is fine for me."

"Sure thing, I'll wait a while so it's still hot when you wake up."

Melissa went to take her nap and then she came down to have dinner with me. Of course, we had a long talk about everything that had happened too. Since this next part is really more Melissa's story than mine I'm going to tell it from her point of view, trying as best as I can to piece together everything she told me that evening:

I got to my hotel room late that first night, feeling even more exhausted than I did just now when I got home. All I wanted to do was get settled in and turn in for the night so I could be well-rested for the conference the next morning. And so after saying goodnight to Andre in front of his room down the hall, I found my room and went to unpack. And that's when the shit hit the fan, as I found the little 'surprise' you left for me in my luggage.

I couldn't believe it Fred, I couldn't believe you could do such a thing as try and sabotage my trip just to try and get me to fuck this other guy. So many emotions hit me it's hard to even fully explain it. I know at first I was livid. After all, this was still a business trip officially even if nobody at work really cared about what I was supposed to get from this conference. Not that I was really worried about that either, but you know how I seriously I take my job. The idea that you would meddle with that made me really angry.

I was panicking too, as I knew I was required to at least attend that first day of the conference and I had no clue what I could wear. I sure as hell didn't want to wear the ratty t-shirt and jeans I had on for the flight, and I chastised myself for having dressed so down. Then I thought about going shopping for some new clothes, but it was late and I didn't even know what stores, if any, would be open, and I really was too tired to go out anyway.

I wanted to call you and unleash all my rage, but it was late and I knew you were probably asleep. Still, I was tempted to do it, even it just meant leaving you a message. But I knew that wouldn't satisfy me; if I was going to yell and scream I wanted you on the other end to hear it. Too tired to know what to do next, I went to unpack my suitcase.

Something came over me when I saw that old Halloween dress and I started to cry. Did you really want me to wear this dress, the one I only wore on romantic occasions at home for you, and put it on for Andre? Did you really want another man to get turned on seeing me in it, and for me to get excited wearing it for him? And that's when it truly hit me. Of course, I knew the answers to my questions but I don't think the feeling actually sunk in until then, and when it did I stopped crying. I knew I didn't have it in me anymore to keep fighting with you. If you were willing to go to such lengths to get me to be this type of wife then that was the wife I was going to be. I checked my phone and saw the message you left. I replied as you had asked me to, then went to sleep for the night. I actually slept quite well, all things considered, as I was finally able to make peace with myself and everything that had happened.

The morning I was practically shaking as I got dressed, and of course Fred you were "kind" enough to include my black, five inch stiletto shoes to make my hooker look complete. As you know, I stopped wearing that outfit in public after the lewd reactions I got that first time. It was nerve racking enough to dress like that for Halloween, much less going to a work-related convention. I started to fix my hair and makeup as tastefully as possible but there really was only one way to look in this getup so I basically threw my hands up and went for a more glamorous appearance, highlighted by my bright red lipstick. Thank god no one else from our company was going to be there, except for Andre of course. My heart was racing at the thought of what would happen when I went to meet him in the hotel lobby as we had agreed.

"Oh my god, Melissa," he said, giving an appreciative smile. Andre did his best to remain relaxed but I could see the look of pure lust that had taken over his eyes as they moved hungrily up and down my body.

"Is this all for me?" he kidded. "If so, I love it."

"No, it's my husband's idea of a prank," I replied. "I guess he thinks if you see me dressed this way you'll want to fuck my brains out."

"I've wanted to do that since the first day we met, but you already know that Melissa," he chuckled. Yes, our conversations had gotten that sexual, and I guess I shouldn't have kept that from you Fred, but that's all in the past now. All I can say is I'd stayed true and rebuffed Andre all of those times, even though he'd tested my willpower like no one ever had before. I took a couple of seconds before saying my next words, knowing full well where they were about to take me.

"Me too," I replied. Andre's eyes got wide, as I'd never encouraged him like that to him before, but I couldn't resist my candor. Everything Fred, from your sabotaging my luggage to me being horny as hell from going so long without sex to the revelation I had made the night before; everything had led me to this moment, and so I just let it out.

"Let's go back to my hotel room, Melissa. We both know this conference is bullshit, anyway."

"We still need to make an appearance there, Andre."

"I don't give a fuck about that," Andre replied, practically sounding angry. "I just want you in my bed... now."

"Please Andre," I found myself pleading. I'd never talked that way with other men, but Andre had this influence over me that was almost mesmerizing. "We need to go. We'll sign in, take a few stupid notes to make everyone at work happy, and then leave after about an hour."

"And then I'll be yours for the rest of the day," I added, my voice practically shaking. I didn't know if I was more nervous or turned on. "We'll do whatever you want to do."

Andre looked me in eye and knew I meant every word of what I had said.

"I'll get the car," he said.

During the car ride Andre tried to kiss me several times, but I did my best to reject his advances. I didn't want him ruining my make-up, and besides, I had the feeling once we got started we wouldn't be able to stop.