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herself in the moment. In those
instances, I would do anything she asks.
    Neither of us ever brought
it up again…until now. In an instant, I weighed the possibilities.
When my wife is in this mood, she is sexy and passionate almost to
the point of being aggressive, but vulnerable at the same time. She
can be kinky, but never really pushes the envelope too far. I
smiled to myself. I know her so well, but despite that knowledge,
that comfort, our marriage is definitely not stale. We had remained
happy, satisfied and in love.
    I knew what she wanted.
She would ask me to watch or maybe she would get up the nerve to
ask me to hold his penis and to guide it into her. Psychologically
this would prove to her that I was OK with it and that she could
feel free to let herself go. Of course I'd have to hesitate and
make a small show of protecting my manhood by being shocked at the
request, but it isn't really a stretch for me. I'm not homophobic
and there's something about the detachment of watching my wife in
ecstasy from afar that I find quite enticing. At times when we
would pair up with another couple, I would find an excuse to just
watch as she had sex with our new friends. I never felt like a
cuckold, like the prerogative to make love to my own wife was being
usurped. It felt more like an out-of-body experience. Like I was
the one fucking her, but instead of the tunnel vision intercourse
and its localized pleasure often causes, I had a better view of the
whole erotic tableau from a few feet away.
    "I'll do it," I whispered
and winked at her.
    She straightened, pushed
me back and gazed more fiercely, into my eyes. "Are you sure? I
said 'anything'."
    I grinned, confident in my
assessment of her intentions. "Sure love, anything you
ask."
    "Good," she said, more to
herself than to me. She took a few deep breaths and for a painful
minute or two James and I looked awkwardly back and forth between
each other and her, waiting while she decided what to do with us.
After what seemed like an eternity, she leaned forward, kissed me
gently and said softly, "I love you." She said it as if it were the
first time she had ever said those words to me. Then she
straightened and, loud enough for James to hear, commanded: "I want
you to go over there, take his pants off and suck his cock until he
is hard enough to give me what I need. Then you will watch him fuck
me. Now, please."
    My jaw dropped open and I
stared at my wife in disbelief. This was definitely not what I had
signed on for…and who was this woman? My wife didn't talk like
that. She hated the word "cock". She said it sounded crass. For
her, sex could be erotic, kinky, dirty even, but it should always
be done with class. She wasn't afraid to talk dirty, but she
believed many of the rougher words too often demeaned
women.
    After watching me,
speechless, try to grasp what was happening she simply laughed. It
was almost a giggle. "So," she drawled and threw my own arrogant
wink back at me, "when you said 'anything' you thought I was
incapable of asking for something like that." It wasn't a
question.
    I may or may not have
nodded, but she saw it in my eyes. "I love you honey (again that
unmistakable note of sincerity), but you need to stop
underestimating me," she said not unkindly. Then she lowered her
voice so only I could hear, "I also know that deep down inside you
really want this and you will enjoy it. You want to give up control
completely. I know it."
    Again, I wasn't sure if I
nodded, but she had laid me bare. I thought I knew her, but she
still had some surprises for me. She knew me even better than I
claimed to know her.
    "I want this, so you will
do it for me," she finished more loudly and gave me a push in the
small of the back.
    I trudged over to the
door, kneeled down and unbuckled the pants of a total stranger. The
same stranger whose cock was about to be the first one I had ever
sucked. The same man who would soon be fucking my wife.
    Alessia and Thalia also
knew us well. His