The Experiment - Redux Ch. 01

I wrote a similar story many years ago, but kept coming back to it in my mind. This is the story from the wife's point of view, and in many ways a very different story from the original. Some comments stuck out in my mind, and I just had to take those and other thoughts into it. This story will get more extreme and wild as it progresses. Enjoy.

Also, my thanks to kenjisato for excellent editing help.

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I could barely believe that we'd gotten this far. For the last month we had been talking about every angle, checking with each other, backing away, then getting excited again. I could still vividly remember when Tom first brought up the idea very very hesitantly about him sharing me with another man about us doing a threesome.

I had reacted immediately jumping up, pacing, throwing out harsh comments. What was wrong with our relationship? Didn't he fancy me anymore? What was wrong with me? As I said those things, in my irrational brain, I was suddenly and deeply aroused. What was wrong with me?

I had stopped myself, calmed my emotions and sat down. I just couldn't look at him. "All right, I'm not saying yes or no, but I want to hear from you, why?"

I could tell he was panicked himself, sure that he'd messed up. "I love you, so much. I love every inch of your body. There is a part of me that wants to share that excitement about you, to be with another who can fancy you like I do. Together, see if we can take you to a different place. This isn't about an open marriage. I would hate it if you went off and had sex with another man in secret, and I have no desire to go out and have sex with random women. This is about us, sharing you, seeing if we can do something bold and wild and... maybe beautiful. Not love; I'd equally hate it if you loved another man, just... wild, mad sex."

It had been the perfect thing to say. Absolutely perfect. I didn't respond, I just threw myself at him. Later, we talked, tested our own and each other's emotions.

We laid down some ground rules. Away from the home; the two of us, plus one. Someone carefully selected. I would be blindfolded, as this was about the experience, and not about who the other was. There had to be an STD test before, and we would after. I... wanted it bareback, and I was a little surprised when he didn't quibble. No kissing for me, although he seemed he wanted to argue that, but didn't push it. I wasn't opposed to mild bondage, we did that anyway; toys were okay. Not too rough, but we both knew I liked it a little rough. I actually thought I might like it very rough, but this wasn't the time. We both set safe words if either of us got uncomfortable, it stopped.

So here we were. In a hotel room with our babysitter at home. I was naked under a bathrobe except for a pair of red knickers. That was pushing the boat out for me. I'd always been a little bit frightened of overly sexy lingerie. I knew Tom would like me to do that more, but it made me uncomfortable in ways I struggled to express.

There was a knock at the door. Tom helped me into the leather blindfolds, and he also slipped in ear defenders. That surprisingly excited me. I'd neither see nor hear him. He helped me stand, then I felt him step away. I could just make out sounds a deep, rumbling male voice, but words I couldn't quite get. They got close, then just like that, a hand grabbed my hip, pulling me close, and other lips crushed mine. Weird. In all my fantasies, I hadn't expected that, a hard kiss, with a tongue pushing between my lips.

I pulled away, that wasn't what I wanted.

Then, hands on my head; Tom's hands, turning my head back. Other lips grazing mine, other teeth tugging at my lip. Tom wanted this, did he? I heard myself moan, and kissed him back.

Again, other hands, which with a jerk I thought must be Tom, was behind me, taking off the bathrobe. And just like that, I was naked in front of another man. I almost came with the deep thrill, the deep taboo it gave me. A hand was on my breast. I was proud of my breasts, two kids breast fed, and they still stood proud. I gasped into the mouth, as my nipple was pinched, hard.

He broke away, leaving me gasping like a fish. Together, they sat me down. There was a slight pause, then two bodies sat down either side of me. My face was turned, and I sighed to recognise lips I knew. I could tell he was super excited; this was the best kiss I'd had from my man in years. Yet... another man's arm was around my shoulders, another man's hand slid down my belly. I pulled away from Tom, and turned to kiss the other. I couldn't help but compare. He was... better. That felt disloyal, but with a flip of my tummy, Tom had broken that rule, had wanted me kissed.

Tom actually yanked my knee up over his leg, making me available, as that hand slid into my knickers. I was wet, hot, and oh god, those fingers knew what to do. My head was forced back the other way, and I was kissed insistently again, as this man fingered me. Groaning, I felt Tom's lips encircle a nipple, biting me slightly. Oh god, this was an almost-overwhelming sensation. Two hands took my wrist and lifted my hand, moving it away from Tom. When I touched hot flesh, I jerked my hand back instinctively. This was another man's cock, yet they held me, moved me back. I didn't flinch this time, and again, almost came as my fingers went around another cock. Oh god, I was touching another man's cock. That arm around my shoulders turned me towards him, focusing me on him, and I was beyond thought, as I did.

Fingers tangled in my hair, tugging painfully, manoeuvring my head downwards. I held back this was such a big step but that hand in my hair gave me little choice, and I just groaned, as my lips parted to accept another cock. He smelled not like Tom, clean, but with an underlying musk that was different, and so very deeply attractive. I pulled the scent of him in, as I tasted his cock. Perhaps, a bit thicker than Tom? Maybe a touch longer? Was it cruel to compare?

My free hand was pulled back, and with a start, I realised I'd been forgetting Tom. When my fingers wrapped around him, it hit me, deeply, that I had one cock in my hand, another in my mouth. I came. Not a big one, but all the more sweet. I was moved to my knees, and my head was pulled over to Tom, back to Him. At one point, my face was lifted off Him and I was slapped, when my lips wrapped around Him, I was doubly hungry. Tom had never slapped me, ever. The sting on my cheek told me it was something I wouldn't object to, if it happened again.

I heard Tom say, "We agreed, no hitting."

I barked, surprised at myself, "Tom, chill." The man's deep chuckle, sent shivers down my back.

Then, in a flash, I was effortlessly lifted, thrown on the bed on my face. My hips were pulled up, and just like that, a cock not my husband's slid my lower lips apart then speared me to the root, as all breath left my lungs. I had never been entered like that, ever. Goodness knows I was wet enough. There had been lovers before Tom, not many, but enough. I had been content with Tom, not excited, but in a comfortable, loving partnership. I would have died content to never have another cock but his.

A deep, dark part of my brain was telling me that this had been wrong. That I needed to be fucked suddenly, hard and fast, by another cock. I tried to lock away the disloyal thought, that this would not be the last time, but it kept slipping out.

As this man fucked me hard, I could make out an almost-panicked Tom just at my ear. "Darling, are you all right?" My answer was to reach for his cock, to take him in my mouth. I didn't want to talk.

Later, I would figure out that they had kept at me for a couple of hours. I'd never ever had sex last that long. For me, it was timeless. Tom confessed that taking turns meant they could take a break, a step back from the cliff's edge of orgasm. They moved me around, had me on my knees, had me ride them, had me missionary. Often, while one fucked me, the other was in my mouth, but there was a lot of kissing, too. I found myself searching for HIS mouth, not Tom's. I had to be slapped or spanked sometimes, to be reminded to work them with my mouth and not get lost to the glorious fucking. I didn't mind, I liked the spanking, the slapping, the hair tugging. I felt debased and adored, every fucking second of it. This was the sex I didn't even let myself fantasise about.

I think both men came more than once, but I wasn't very consciously aware. I was just raw-animal-sex incarnate. Eventually it ended, and god knows how many times I'd orgasmed. I just lay sprawled on the bed, where they left me. Vaguely, I heard them talking, heard the door, and then knew it was back to just us two.

Tom took off the blindfold, and took out the rubber ear defenders. I could sort of focus on his words and face. "Darling, are you all right?"

I didn't want wasn't able to talk, but I was able to nod. I felt a goofy smile on my face. He lifted me up, carefully washed me off in the shower, dressed me, then let me sleep.

The next morning, our lovemaking, not sex, was soft and gentle. I ached in places I'd never ached before, so it was what I needed. Afterwards, he wanted to talk. I put a finger to his lips, "Not yet. I need to process it. Let's just go home."

So we did. I stared out the window as he drove us away, watching the world go by. That last night had been life altering. I wasn't sure how to express it to Tom, that he had unleashed something in me. We had talked that this could be a one-time thing, but the instant HE had entered me hard and fast like that, I had instantly known this couldn't be the one time. I just didn't know how to tell Tom that in a way that would not harm our love.

I still loved him. He was the father of our children, and my partner. I had to find a way to keep that, but I also knew I needed that raw, wild sex again. I wanted that with him, I thought, so that's why I needed to think.

Our life returned to normal, though our bedroom time was pretty wild. He learned to spank my bottom as we fucked, and to tug at my hair; though, he admitted, slapping me was possibly beyond him. He wanted to talk about it, but I hadn't quite figured it out yet.

A couple of days later, he accidentally left his phone behind. We both knew each other's codes, so I opened it up. And it didn't take long to find the WhatsApp streams with various men.

He had been careful, rejecting the ones I was glad he rejected. Ones that were obvious misogynists, or disrespectful, or weirdly-just-sent dick pics. I finally found the one that I became certain was him. Tom had indeed been careful. There was a very recent STD test. Safe words had been exchanged, one for him too, curiously. At first, I was a bit put out that the night, at least at the start, had been choreographed, but then I became oddly pleased that they had focused on how to maximise my pleasure. I shrugged when it had been agreed I would be kissed, Tom had been insistent. That Fury was out of Pandora's box. I would be kissing other men now.

I noted down the number, and it only took me a day to work up my nerve to call him.

"Hello?"

"Is this Charles? This is... Rebecca. You spent some time with my husband and I."

"Tom's wife! I had a bet with myself that you would call, rather than Tom."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I was silent.

"This is my... thing. I have no partner, but I enjoy other men's wives. For some, most, it is an experiment, a walk on the wild side. Once experienced, never repeated. For a few, and I had a feeling about you, they need... more. Do you need more Rebecca?"

I gathered my nerves, "Yes."

"Good. For those few I find, like yourself, I take them on, train them. Widen their horizons."

"I won't betray Tom."

"We will examine what you mean by that, but part of what I personally enjoy is taking the female part of a couple, and finding the way to debase her in a way that she loves, and maybe needs, but keeps them in a couple."

My insides did a flip. I couldn't answer again.

"That's what you want, that he is taken along in this ride with you?"

"Yes."

"Look, I suggest we meet. Don't panic. Coffee, somewhere public and visible. Not near you, but where you know nothing can happen; other than us talking. This needs exploration in words which is better done in person. Would you be willing to do that?"

"Yes."

"Good. I have one condition. Please send me your sizing. Nothing sexual will happen, but this is about exploring your sexuality. I will send you lingerie and a dress. The dress will be sexy, but nothing I expect you'd be uncomfortable with. The lingerie will be a test, for you and me. Can you wear something that I will know you are wearing? I am going to send you another phone too, one to just use with me. Until you open up to Tom, it allows us to correspond safely.

"So, text me your measurements, and one of those anonymous post box things, so you don't need to give me your address."

He thought of everything, how to make me feel both safe, and totally unsafe. We ended the call.

It took me a day to work up the nerve, but I sent my measurements and the address a local post office box.

The next day I had a postal delivery notification. I went and picked up a very pretty box, and a very expensive, latest generation iPhone. Whoever Charles was, he had a few bob. Once I fired up the phone, we started coordinating and set up a time and a place at a convenient time for me the day after. He didn't wait about.

Tom had to leave early for work, and once I had the kids sorted with after-school care, I had a long shower, then finally dared to open the box. Oh god. It was the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. The bra was just a quarter cup, which didn't cover my nipples. There was a matching suspenders belt, and I had to do more work to trim my bush to fit in the knickers. I almost didn't recognise myself in the mirror, or was it I was just seeing myself for the first time? The dress was a stylish wrap dress. I had something similar in my wardrobe, just... not this fine. I could just make out my nipples, which were currently rock hard.

I found a matching cardigan so that I could partially cover up, checked my makeup, grabbed my things, and off I went. It wasn't far, and when I walked into the stylish restaurant, he was waiting. Standing, I got a chaste cheek kiss on either side, but his hand lingered on my hip. A finger definitely traced the outline of the lingerie.

"You came, a first check in the checked box. You wore what I sent you, another check in the checked box. Did Tom get sight of this, before you came?"

I bit my lip and shook my head, feeling both heady, but with a tremble of guilt.

"This is not disloyalty."

I gasped softly. It was like he knew my mind.

"Your relationship with me will be very different from with your husband. There will be no love between us; it is more mutual respect and animal lust."

I took a shaky breath, but nodded. There was something about being around him. I found it difficult to speak.

"Now, the first thing we need to discuss is Tom. I expect you are very confused about his own feelings and motivations about this."

"God yes..." Then I told him about what Tom had said, and how it had opened this emotionally for me.

"I can tell you, honestly, I think what he said is totally true. Some men are insanely jealous about sharing their partner. That is deep insecurity, and it is not love but a proprietorial ownership."

I nodded, as that made sense.

"Others of us, myself and your husband included, love to share a beautiful woman, enjoy bringing on animal pleasure in them.

"However, there is also a difference between him and I. At my most comfortable, I lead, I control, it is what turns me on. Tell me, did you notice in our encounter, your husband generally took my cues, took my lead?"

I gasped, it was like a piece of the puzzle falling into place. "But... he's very alpha male at work, he leads a team in the thousands."

"This is not incompatible. It is no one thing. There is likely some sexual technique insecurity. Has your sex life been better lately?"

I twirled my head, biting my lip. "Yes. Very much. Just..."

"Not quite the same. One of the things I promise, is that I will teach him, as well as you. We will make him a better lover."

My tummy did a flip, that was a very good thing.

"However, I suspect he is not a natural dominant. It remains to be seen if he is submissive."

"Oh... oh..." Other bits of the puzzle were fitting together. Was Tom like me? Sexually submissive?

"By the way, I suspect you are not fully submissive. There is likely some switchiness in you, likening to be dominated, but sometimes, perhaps, liking to take the lead?"

I bit my lip again, then nodded.

"To be clear, with me, you will be very submissive. I don't think you will find that difficult."

"No, I w," The words almost passed my lips before I caught myself. I felt myself blushing.

"Say it. I will submit to you, sir." He let that hang there.

"I... I need to figure out my relationship to Tom in all this. I need him with me, and I would walk away from this rather than mess that up."

"I understand. So, a slight alternative. Say, baring my relationship to my husband, I will submit to you, sir."

I think I was silent for minutes, then in a rush, repeated his words.

"Good girl. Now, I want to know more about you. Tom said you were on birth control?"

Safer ground and I nodded.

"Is it one which continues artificial periods or have you done away with that?"

I laughed, "I am so done with that. I have fairly painful ones, so finding out I could do without that mess and pain, big tick in the box. Having had two kids, I don't want more, so it's an easy choice."

"Good girl."

Him saying that with his deep, rumble voice made me squirm. I wasn't a girl, but being called one... hot.

"How many sexual partners before your husband?"

Okay, straight to it. "Five. One of a few years, the others were shorter relationships."

"Any one-night stands?"

I shook my head.

"I take it no affairs since you've been married?"

I chuckled wryly but shook my head again.

"Were all of those partners men, or have you ever been with a woman?"

That stopped me for a moment. "No, all men."

"You paused?"

"I know I enjoy looking at women. I've thought about it, but never really had the opportunity? I have women friends, many of whom I find attractive. Also, it wasn't the done thing, girls dated boys."

He nodded. "Okay. I want you to think about that. I can introduce you to a few women, one in particular, who I think would find your situation intriguing. They would be safe introductions to another side of yourself. At a minimum, if we continue, you and I and another woman will be in the cards."

That made me gasp a little. That was... not unwelcome. I surprised myself at how, my mind once cracked open, I was intrigued by so many new things. I felt like a kid in a toy shop.

"I would also recommend finding a girlfriend. Again, I can introduce you to someone, I suspect you'll click, but chemistry is chemistry. You may not."

My turn though. "So, if I may, why me, or women like me? You're attractive enough, and I can say talented enough in bed, that a mother with children doesn't need to be your first choice."

His turn to chuckle and roll his eyes. "You do yourself an injustice. You are a very attractive woman."

I felt myself blush.

"My list of former lovers would be... wider than yours. Young women have a physical attraction, of course, but... Either their minds are too elastic, too malleable, or they are so firm in their views that I'm not interested. Someone like you, gorgeous, but with life history, that I can take and help bloom into a new sexuality. I... enjoy that very much. Now, to be clear, we will not be monogamous, that is not what this is about. However, I am at a point in my life, where my lovers are few and carefully selected."