Clarissa

by Alamo Preacher

 

As he came, I felt his legs trembling and shuddering, draped over my shoulders as my own had so man times before. His eyes, locked with mine as the orgasm rippled through him were hooded but wonderfully alive. I smiled at him as I felt his ass muscles clench around the dildo and I felt a purr of cat-like pleasure rumble in my belly at the exquisite feeling of having fucked my husband till he came.

I lowered my mouth to his and let him hungrily kiss my lips and pant his thanks to me. I was careful not to let his come get on my own lingerie. I withdrew the dildo and rolled off him, lying languidly on my side beside him.

Dan looked totally spent, unsure what to do.

"Now, Dan. You've made a mess of your cami-top. Take it off and clean yourself up. Then, I think I'd like a drink and a cigarette. You'll need to get me a pack."

I hadn't smoked in years, but for some reason I felt like one now. Dan didn't say a word, but just got up and quickly cleaned himself off. I was pleased to note that he looked to me for permission before taking a fresh negligéefrom my drawer. He put on a pair of jeans and a top to cover up his underwear before going downstairs.

I propped myself up a little on my pillow to look down at the length of my body. Over my breasts and down the length of my belly I could see the flesh-coloured dildo, glistening. I ran my hands down over my soft flesh and took hold of it. I was aware of the strongest feeling, as if positive energy was pulsing through my body and collecting in the replica cock. Penis envy had long been disregarded within psychiatric circles but I knew that the male organ was a common fixation for women as well as men. The symbolism of the image of a woman with a phallus was well known and hugely powerful.

Now that I had gone through with my plan I felt vindicated, elated. I knew that I had risked a lot on just a feeling that Dan would accept and enjoy being dominated and controlled by me. I had known as I looked into his eyes as I fucked him that he would do anything for me, that he loved me and worshipped me, but I had also known that he wasn't just going along with what I wanted, but that he wanted it too. I smiled. I would be so good to him. His mistress would be stern and demanding, and oh, so loving. Her pretty boy would want for nothing. But what of his mistress? What was it she needed?

I took off the dildo and pulled on a pair of nylon panties. By the time I had fixed my hair and redone my lipstick I heard Dan return. He came upstairs to find me lying regally on the bed again in all my finery. I smiled at him as he opened the pack for me and lit a cigarette before handing it to me. He put the cocktail he had prepared down on my bedside cabinet.

I patted the bed beside me and he shed his coat and shoes and climbed up beside me in just his negligée.

"Is it what you expected?" He asked.

"I don't know if I knew what to expect." I replied. "It certainly worked out as well as I could have expected. I think maybe it was more intense than I was thinking, and more, well, more loving. I suppose I had wanted to do something like this because of feelings of desire, physical reasons, and I had been worried that it might cause emotional difficulties between us, but in fact it feels like it has brought us closer."

I looked at him. He smiled back at me and then rolled his eyes comically.

"Ever the over-analysis." He said. "But, yes, I know what you mean."

He seemed quite confident and forward . In the way he spoke to me and his manner. He was almost back to being his old self, despite the fact that he had been writhing like a woman beneath me just a few minutes before. I smiled inwardly.

"Is that what you felt when I was fucking you in the ass?" I asked, propping my head on one arm and looking into his eyes.

He reddened a little and gave a little gulp. "Well, yes, I think so." He said. "When you were looking down at me, and moving inside me. Yes. I, eh..."

I twirled my fingers in his hair.

"You felt what? Feelings of love? Of submission?"

He gasped, and I felt his flinch die away. I was breaking down walls.

"Yes, of love, and yes, I'm not sure what submission means, I mean, I felt totally in your power, just, just hoping that you would love me back, and desperate for, eh, for..."

"For what?"

"For, well, your approval, your attention, just, I suppose I felt so overwhelmed to be so close to you to the person I love more than anything, anyone in the whole world. As if I was a particularly devout believer in a religion and my god had not just visited me in person but had decided to fuck me too."

"And you liked being fucked?"

"Oh yes Jenny."

"And how did you feel when I told you how I wanted you to submit to me?"

"At the start? Oh god, like all my dreams had suddenly come true at once, I could hardly believe it."

I frowned a little.

"You've had fantasies like this?"

"Well, of course, yes. It seemed as though you had read my mind."

"Dan, I want you to be completely honest with me."

He nodded, confused.

"What I mean is, I don't like the idea of you having fantasies of any kind that I'm not aware of."

He nodded again, but was just as confused.

"So, what else do you fantasise about, have ever fantasised about?"

He looked like he was going to resist. He began "..Well, there are so many, I mean, like if you mean ... ever ... then that's a lot of fantasising."

"Stop Dan. You're evading me. Don' make me drag it out of you."

He stopped. Nodded.

"Tell me the important ones, the ones you return to, what you think I mightn't know. The ones I ought to know if I'm to know you completely."

"He swallowed and closed his eyes briefly.

"There isn't anything important that you don't know. I mean, that you haven't already gone there."

I lofted an eyebrow.

"Well, I mean the most important one, I suppose, what you mean, is where you tell me that you're going to take other lovers."

This is what I had meant.

"You fantasise about that?"

"Well yes."

"Just the telling, or the doing? Tell me everything."

"Oh Jesus Jenny. This will sound almost like I've being thinking about this all the time, secretly wanting you to cuckold me."

"And haven't you?"

"Well, there's a difference between fantasy and ...."

"You don't have to explain that to me Dan. But it sounds to me as if you have fantasised about me being with other men and have never told me that. Is that correct?"

"Well, yes, but.."

"Dan, part of your surrendering to me is that I get to decide what is important and what isn't."

"No, you misunderstand. What I mean is that I thought you knew this already, from the party, what you said then.."

"What do you mean?"

"What you said that night, when we were getting ready to go out. We'd been talking about Clarissa, and swingers, and that kind of thing, and then you were so, so vampish, and you said, that I'd get a chance to see something later..."

"My lingerie." I interrupted.

"Yes, that was it. I mean, later you turned it into something else, but at the time, I thought..."

He trailed off as he realised from my reaction that he had jumped way beyond what I had meant.

"No. Nothing like that was on my mind." I said. "I meant that we would make love later, that's all. It was you who were thinking that. What sort of fantasy did you have in mind?"

He looked strangely put out, and a little sulkier than I'd have liked as he considered his answer.

"I don't think that I'd imagined anything specific on that occasion. I mean I suppose what was excting was that I'd thought you were thinking along those likes and that you would surprise me."

That sounded like more dissembling, I thought. I wanted him to describe his cuckold fantasy to me. I wanted to know how I would take the next step.

"Dan, I want you to tell me...." I began, but as I looked into Dan's face, I realised that his petulance had now turned into outright rebellion.

"Jenny wait. I don't want to wreck what we've begun, more than anything, this is wonderful, what you're doing, but there's something wrong, and I have to say it or else it'll fester and wreck everything anyway."

"What, what?" I asked, partly angry at his defiance of me and partly concerned that he might be right.

"Well, you're saying something, that I fantasised, fantasise, about you being with other men, and yes, that's true, and although it's difficult, I will tell you about it. But you're also saying that this is me, not you. You said you weren't thinking of it yourself, but I don't think that's true. I know you too well, and I remember that evening very well. You were thinking the same thing, I know it and if you don't admit this, then it'll be as if this idea comes from me and not at least partly from you too, and that, that would mean...."

"..that I'm doing it just to please you and not myself and that would be quite a different thing. You're right Dan, and I'm sorry, it's true. I was thinking of that, and I suppose that if I'm going to be in charge I have to take responsibility for these things, and be true to myself too as well as to you."

He was nodding vigorously.

"But all the same, I didn't actually say anything that might have made you jump to the conclusion that I was talking about cuckolding you with some other man that evening. You were thinking that, and let your fevered little imagination fill in the blanks. Even though I was thinking about the same thing, I didn't instigate the thought in your head. So while you are right, I am doing this in a major part to please myself, I'm also fulfilling your fantasy Dan. Isn't that correct?"

By way of answer, he just gazed at me, his breathing shallow.

"Isn't that correct?" I repeated, a little more sharply.

"Yes Jenny." He said. My manner had been firm and commanding. I had found a no-nonsense tone that I'd never used before. It was as if living the dominant role gave me a new voice. I liked it, reveled in it. I loved Dan, loved him more than anything, but now I knew that up to now, our relationship had been imperfect. We had been living all wrong, as if we were driving in the wrong gear without realising, and now, with me in the driving seat, having discovered the mistake and shifted up, it now felt so right, that I couldn't imagine how I'd never noticed how wrong it had been before. Dan was warm and loving, clever and funny, but he wasn't a leader, he was a follower. He had wonderful qualities, he was gentle, a healer, he liked to take care of people and help them. He was always kind and modest, and never domineering or bossy, but generous and yielding. All womanly qualities. I on the other hand was a doer, I liked to take charge, take action, sort things out and order things as they ought to be. I could be firm and hard when necessary, and was far, far tougher than him. But we had lived our lives according to the convention of the day. In lots of little ways - who drove the car, who handled the finances, who did the ironing, we just fitted into the roles that were expected of us even though they clearly should have been reversed.

I stroked his face.

"Yes, Jenny . That's right. Now, I want you to tell me a fantasy where, as you say, I take other lovers."

He told, me, hesitatingly at first, but eventually he overcame his shyness and discomfort. While he talked, I smiled at him, and stroked his face, occasionally kissing him on the cheek. I let him talk without interruption. I reasoned that what details he left out probably weren't important, and in any case, the telling was more important than what was told. I wanted him to admit that he wanted this, that he was complicit in it. I had no doubt that he did want it, yearned for it even, but I knew that if he had anything to hide behind that he would be tempted to back out when faced with the prospect of actually going through with it.

When he was finished, I kissed him deeply, letting my tongue lap on the inside of his cheeks and under his tongue, savoring him, until I felt him grow stiff and buck involuntarily against me.

"I love you." I whispered to him. "I won't do anything to hurt you."

He understood that I wasn't going to talk about it any more, and rolled over to sleep. I counted it as a mark of my dominance that he simply accepted that I would do whatever I would do without question. I lay awake beside him for a few more hours. Making plans.

Session Seven

The next day, I woke before Dan as usual. Before I slipped out of bed I lifted the covers to have a lingering look at my husband, wrapped in my silky negligée and wearing a pair of my panties. I smiled to myself as I slipped on my robe and hurried downstairs.

I returned with a breakfast tray, and he came awake as I sat down on the bed beside him.

"Gosh, I though it would have to be me to make breakfast from now on." He said as he sat up.

"Not all the time, silly." I replied. "You're not going to become my servant. You never expected me to wait on you, and I won't expect it of you all the time either."

"In any case." I continued. "The difference between us is more subtle that just a question of who does the cooking and cleaning. Wouldn't you agree."

He looked at me a little sheepishly. "Yes, I know what you mean."

"Exactly. That's not to say that I won't expect you to do some more work around the house, of course, but when you do something for me, I want it to be special. To mean something more that just 'Here's your breakfast.'"

He smiled, and I knew he got the point. In fact, I intended that he would do a lot more work around the house,and some other things too, but I didn't want him to resent it or to see these things as chores. He had to be willing, or else it would be no fun for either of us.

"I've been thinking of something else too." I said. "I know you like wearing my clothes, and I like it too, maybe not as much as you, but I want you to be able to explore that side of yourself. But I want to know - do you want some clothes of your own, or do you want to continue to wear mine?"

He didn't answer at first, but seemed to be thinking about this fairly hard.

"Actually, it's sort of complicated. At first, I would have said that I would love to have my own clothes, but now that you offer, I'm not so sure. It seems to me, I suppose that if we bought some clothes for me, then they wouldn't be women's clothes, because they would be mine, if that makes sense?"

I just nodded. I could understand what he meant, although I was a little surprised at this distinction

"I mean, I suppose if I think about what makes it so exciting for me, is that I am putting on women's clothes. Obviously I love the feel of them, and the look of them, but deeper than that is the fact that they are in some way taboo, that there is a forbidden element."

I nodded again. He seemed to be working these things out in his own mind. Sometimes it's best for an analyst to just keep quiet and let the subject see what is in their own feelings.

"Although, now that I think about it, it's far more exciting when you allow me to do so than it would be to do it in secret. Far more."

"That's interesting Dan." I said. "So, you're saying that you don't really want to buy some lingerie of your own."

"Ehhh. No, I think I would very, very much like that." He smiled. "But that wearing yours, or rather, you letting me wear yours is better."

I smiled too. "Okay, here's another thing. From the way you spoke just there, it seems to me that in the past you have sneakily worn my panties. Is that correct? I mean before we started any of this."

He looked very guilty.

"Yes." He said quietly.

"There's no need to look like a criminal Dan." I said. "It's a little sneaky of you and I don't like that, but it's not a horrific crime. I forgive you. I can tell how much keeping this sort of thing bottled up must have been very difficult. But that has to stop now."

He looked like he was going to protest or begin making excuses, but I cut him off.

"Don't. I don't care how infrequent it was or anything like that, but I don't like the idea of you doing anything at all behind my back. In any case, as you say yourself, it's better when I allow you. Isn't that correct?"

"Yes Jenny."

"So, I will give you permission, to wear my things, just like I have been doing, but either I will offer or you may ask, but only when I allow you. DO you understand. My clothes are still my clothes. My personal, most private and precious possessions, and you are to treat them with respect. Letting you wear my own things will be a special thing between us, understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I'll never touch your clothes unless you give me permission."

"That's good. I know you won't. Also, I don't want you to go buying anything on your own. If we get you things, we'll choose them together and I will pay for them. They'll be my gifts to you."

He nodded, understanding.

"Okay, that's settled then. Is there anything you want to add, or to ask me?"

He looked at me for a long moment.

"No. Only that I love you so much Jenny."

"Don't be so gushy Dan." I admonished."You need to to keep yourself in check a little."

"Okay" He said sheepishly, embarrassed at his outburst.

"Now, get dressed, and put those things of mine in the laundry. It's nearly eight thirty, and we both have work to go to. You'll need to hurry."

Dan had a morning surgery and so needed to leave the house well before I did. My first appointment wasn't until eleven o clock, and so I could dawdle. When Dan kissed me good-bye,

I was seated at my computer, still in my robe, ready to write up some case notes. The temptation to go back to Clarissa and Gary's site was strong, but I fought it down and concentrated on catching up with my own work. I tired to put all my plans and new ideas on hold and get back into a more professional frame of mind. I typed and read for over an hour before powering down the PC and hurrying upstairs to get dressed for work. I had a busy day and worked through lunch. My last appointment finished at 4:00, and when it was done, I let my secretary leave, kicked off my shoes and opened Clarissa's file. I reviewed all my notes as dispassionately as possible and reclined my office chair as far back as it could go.

"Now Doctor, what do you really think?" I asked my empty office out loud.

I could no longer believe that Clarissa was suffering from guilt at how she treated her husband. If I could feel so empowered, so satisfied and so happy with what I was doing with Dan, then she surely felt the same, having been so much more experienced and having known all that she did about him when they first met. I scrabbled through my notes to find the phone number Dan had given me. In five minutes I had made a provisional appointment to refer her to the back specialist Dan had recommended. Without waiting to think any further I rang Clarissa's own number. Gary picked up their phone.

"Hi Dr. Williams." He answered. "Yeah, she's here."

He handed me over to his wife.

"Dr. Williams, so nice to hear from you. Do you want to change our appointment later this week?"

"No Clarissa, actually, what I want to know is if you're free to see a Dr. Merill this evening. I've decided that it is best to get a second medical opinion on your back problem before reaching any psychological conclusion. I want to be certain to rule out any medical cause before making a final diagnosis. The only thing is, he's very busy, but he does run an evening surgery and he's free in an hour or so. Would you be willing to have an examination today? Otherwise it could be several weeks before he could fit you in?"

"Well, that would be okay, I think. I don't have anything else on today. Where should I meet you?"

I hadn't intended to actually meet her, but it seemed only reasonable given the circumstances and the fact that I was springing this appointment on her at such short notice.

In a few minutes we'd arranged to meet at Dr. Merrill's surgery and I closed up my office and left. Merrill's practice was in a new purpose built medical facility in the suburbs. I arrived before Clarissa, and after confirming the appointment with the desk, sat down to wait for her. I found myself unconsciously checking my appearance as I waited, and finally, gave in to the urge to go to the ladies room and fix my hair and makeup. When I emerged she was standing in the lobby, looking around nervously.

"Jenny. Thanks for doing this. I'm sure you wouldn't recommend another examination if you didn't think it was necessary, but I have to tell you, I really don't like these places at all. I'm not that keen on Doctors, really." She admitted.

I smiled. "That's okay. Dr. Merrill is the most highly-recommended back specialist there is, and I know Dan would only recommend him if he knew he was good. There's no need to be nervous."

"All the same, would you come in with me? If they'd allow it, then it would make me feel a lot better."

I was unsure. "Well, if they'll allow it, of course I would, but I'm not sure that they the Doctor will let someone else come in."

Clarissa looked even more worried at what I said. I went to the receptionist and asked if it was normal practice to allow someone else attend an examination.

"Well, that's a question for the Doctor." She said. "Why don't you ask him yourself, here he is."

Dr. Merrill was a middle aged man with a graying beard and thick glasses.

"Ah, Dr. Williams. I know your husband well." He said, and pumped my hand vigorously. "And this must be Mrs. Jones."

"Yes, Please call me Clarissa." Replied Clarissa. "Doctor, would it be okay, if Dr. Williams accompanied me, I'm rather nervous, and I've had some bad experiences with previous examinations."

"Of course! Of course." Boomed Merill. "Dr. Williams is your doctor in any case, so it's perfectly fine. I've just being reviewing your file that Dr. Williams emailed over. You've been seeing that butcher Dr. Kendon, haven't you? Terrible man. No doubt he had you in traction and all kinds of terrible things. Nothing like that here. We'll do X-rays and ultrasound and then a very gentle examination of your spine. You won't feel a thing. This is the twenty-first century here."

He bundled us both into the surgery and in a few minutes I was wearing a lead apron and squeezing Clarissa's hand as she lay on the X-ray table. All during the examination, she looked to me for reassurance and comfort, holding my hand when possible. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable and frightened, even though the examination wasn't particularly invasive. My heart melted for her, and I was relieved I hadn't backed out of coming in with her.

While the Bray and scans were being processed, Merill asked Clarissa to strip off her top and lie face down on an examination table. He pulled a screen to hide her modesty while she did so, leaving the two of us temporarily alone. Before I could say anything, Clarissa came to me and hugged me.

"Thanks for being with me." She whispered. And I felt a lump rise in my throat as I patted her back and whispered soothing words in her ear. She removed her sweater and her white camisole top, and then turned away.

"Dr. Williams. It's silly, but it hurts to reach behind me. Could you undo me?" She asked, indicating her bra clasp between her shoulders. My hands trembled a little, as I undid the clasps, and I wondered if I imagined the feeling that she sighed a little at my touch. Almost without thinking, I pulled the bra gently apart, and then reached around her to let her breasts fall free of the cups. My hands brushed each breast as I did so, and before I could react, she caught my hands and held them very tight, then pressed them against the warm flesh of her breasts.

"Clarissa." I said, startled and shocked, suddenly aware of how incredibly inappropriate the situation was, and the presence of the Doctor on the other side of the flimsy screen, just yards away..

"Shhhhh. Jenny." She whispered. "It's okay." And she released me, lying down on the bed.

"Are we decent again, in there?" Called Merrill, and I pulled back the screen, forcing a lighthearted smile onto my face. Merill pulled over a chair and began his examination, gently kneading Clarissa's back and running his fingers down her spine. I stood on the other side of the table. Clarissa smiled at me, and without thinking I reached out and held her hand again. Up to then, Merill had seemed oblivious to our closeness, but I saw him take notice of that.

"What do I care?" I thought, imagining him telling Dan about how his wife had held her patient's hand. What would Dan think about that? I wondered. While he examined her, his assistant appeared with the X-ray folder.

"Hmmm. Yes, yes, yes." He mumbled to himself.

"Mrs. Jones you have a straightforward trapped nerve in your spine. It's as simple as that. Look, look here, two discs are swollen and the vertebrae are forced out of alignment. I would expect that this is the result of strain over a period of time."

"But, Dr. Kendon said..."

"Ha! Kendon! I wouldn't ask him to treat my hair. That man's a moron. Missing something this obvious is close to a malpractice matter. You should have been on anti-inflammetories and using a brace for months, would have cleared this right up. You've suffered considerable pain needlessly, and the suggestion that it's all psychosomatic - absolute nonsense - not to prejudge Dr. William's psychological diagnosis, obviously. Err, I mean." He faltered off, catching himself in mid flow.

"That's perfectly fine Dr. Merill, you're confirming what I'd thought anyway. I think I can happily say that Mrs. Jones has a very clear state of mental health."

"Good. Good. Good. Now, I'll get you a prescription straight off, and get you booked for physio. classes and a back brace fitting and you'll be well on the way to recovery."

He got up and puled the screen again to allow Clarissa to get dressed. She got up and smiled at me as she picked up her bra. She lifted the straps over her shoulder and turned again. I stepped over gingerly, but couldn't resist the chance to be so close to her again. I lifted the bands together and pulled gently on the elasticated bands.

"So, does this mean I'm no longer your patient Jenny?" She whispered.

"Well, yes I suppose so." I replied. "But I have to warn you that Medical ethics don't just forbid relations between Doctor and patient during treatment, but also.."

But she'd already turned around and before I could stop her she took my head in her hands and kissed me on the mouth, letting her tongue flick over mine and kneading my lips with her own. I pulled her to me fiercely, longing for the moment to last, but only too aware that I would have to break her clinch as soon as I could tear myself away from her delicious mouth. In the end, she was the stronger, as I felt myself weakening, she broke away, and while my head reeled, she quickly pulled on her clothes and pulled back the screen.

"I can't tell you how relived I am at your diagnosis Dr. Merrill." She said breezily as the Doctor scribbled his notes.

Later, in the car park, I didn't want to leave her.

"Clarissa, there's some things I have to tell you." I said. "I mean, I think I want to ask your advice, but now probably isn't a good time."

"Well, I'm not in a big rush really. I thought that this would take longer than it has, so I gave Gary permission to go out with his friends this evening. If you want to talk, we could go back to my house, or to yours, or maybe you just want to get a drink somewhere nearby?"

I considered for a moment. I didn't want to leave Dan on his own all evening, and I was already later returning than I'd meant to be.

"Would you mind coming to our house?" I asked. "It's not that far. I don't really want to go to a bar."

She agreed, and said she would follow me in her car. From my car, I phoned Dan on his mobile. As it turned out, he was also running late, and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours.

"Okay, that's fine." I said. I didn't tell him about bringing Clarissa over, but told him not to worry about eating, I'd make something he could heat up when he got home. Soon, we were both pulling into our driveway, and I waited for Clarissa to join me at the door.

Before we went in, I felt I had to try to explain.

"I know this must seem strange, but really, despite what happened earlier, I really do just want to talk to you. There's something I have to tell you, and ask your advice."

"Sure, I understand." Said Clarissa. But as she walked inside she added.

"That may be your motivation, anyway."

"I tried to ignore her inference, but showed her into the lounge and fixed us both a drink. As she had done in my office, she shucked off her shoes and pulled her feet beneath her as she curled up on the couch.

"So, what advice do you need Jenny?" She asked. "Is it okay to call you Jenny now?"

I sat beside her.

"Yes, I'm not sure I ever said that you had to call me Dr. Williams".

"Yes, I just liked it." She replied with a mischievous smile.

"Well, okay. Please do call me Jenny." I said. "First off, I want to tell you something. I looked at your web site. Your and Gary's web site."

"I know." She said.

I was surprised. "You do? You guessed that I would after yesterday?"

"No. well, yes I suspected you would. But I actually do know. I can tell a lot of things about my visitors. Last night I checked the web servers logs, saw who was browsing and looked them up. It's pretty easy to tell these kinds of things on the Internet. If you want to be anonymous you need to be very careful."

I was shocked.

"Wow. I had no idea that you could tell that kind of thing so easily."

She looked kind of guilty. "I'm sorry. I suppose it was a bit nosy of me. But I was so certain that you look it up when you got home, I just wanted to confirm my suspicion. I'd never really done anything like that before. In fact, I had to get Gary to help me."

"So Gary knows that I looked there too?"

"Well, yes of course. It's his site too, as you could tell. Is that what you wanted to tell me, I'm sorry to take the wind out of your sails."

"No, no. not really." I said, shaking my head. "Really, I wanted to tell you, that after I looked at your site. Actually, Dan looked at it a little too. Well, he and I, well, basically, I suppose I took your advice, and well, I dominated him."

Clarissa giggled, and then tried to look serious.

"I'm sorry, it's just the way you said it. There isn't really language for it, is there? Saying 'I dominated him.' makes it sound like you shouted at him while he cowered in the corner. But I bet it wasn't like that at all, was it."

"No, no it wasn't."

"What was it like?" She asked, more quietly.

"It was wonderful. I loved it." I said.

"And Dan?"

"Dan? Dan. Well, I think Dan has wanted this more than anything for any amount of time. He loved it too. It was wonderful."

She scooched closer to me."I'm so glad." She said, touching my hand. "I love to hear that people have begun exploring new sides to themselves after visiting our site. I've had emails - maybe dozens of emails - from people who say they've tried out all sorts of things in their relationships after visiting. I don't always believe them, but many must be true. I think I could tell straight away that you would really enjoy opening up a bit more. But now, are you feeling guilty, apprehensive, regretful?"

"Not at all." I said. "If anything quite the contrary, I wish we'd tried something like this a long time ago. At first of course, I had misgivings but in fact it was easy, and so natural, but I don't think I could have begun without meeting you and hearing how you lived your life, or seeing your site."

She smiled again. "And what was 'it'? What did you do? Tell me, I love hearing other people's fantasies."

Now I was nervous again. I took a sip of my wine.

"Well, as I think you might have guessed, Dan has been wearing some of my clothes off and on."

"Yes..." She said.

"And over the last while I have been denying him orgasm, although we have been making love a lot."

"Did you use a ring?" She asked.

"A ring? Well, oh, I see. No, I just used a scrunchie when it became necessary."

"A scrunchie! How inventive. I must try that, I have loads of them."

I smiled a little shyly, now embarrassed at revealing these details, but I so wanted to talk to someone about it. I was bursting with the newness of it all.

"Yes, well. But the thing is that last night, well, that was different again. I mean, I suppose I made it more explicit."

"That you were going to take charge?"

I was surprised at her insight.

"Yes, yes exactly, and I suppose that was it. I mean, when I say 'I dominated him.' I didn't actually do anything, except just tell him that I was going to be in charge from now on."

"Yes, that first moment is wonderful. And were you surprised at how he wanted that?"

"Well, no." I admitted. "I think, I mean, I had suspicions, but it's more than that, I think

I've actually know that he would want this for a long time."

"That it was you who needed to change."

"Yes, and maybe I haven't even changed, or if I have, I have changed back, it's more that I've given myself permission to do this kind of thing."

She squeezed my hand. "That's wonderful. I know you're going to enjoy this enormously, and that you'll never regret it. It will bring you ever closer together. It has for Gary and me. And is that all you did? Dressed him, and told him how you would be the dominant partner from now on?"

"Actually no, I suppose there was more."

She looked at me.

"I spanked him."

"Oh, very nice."

"And I fucked him with a strap on dildo."

"Oh my, you're kidding! You were busy weren't you? Are you sure you've never done anything like that before?"

"Oh no. I mean, apart from the little games we were playing over the last couple of weeks, never anything like that."

"But before Dan?"

"No. Not with any man."

"Ah. The reason I ask is that I know that using a strap on isn't all that easy. You never used one before at all?"

"Oh, I see. Well, yes, I suppose I have, but that's a lot easier, isn't it?"

Clarissa smiled wickedly.

"Yes, it is. Now, what is it you wanted to ask my advice about - you don't sound like you need any help from me it seems."

"Well, that's the thing. I want to do something else. I want to sleep with someone else, with Dan's knowledge, like you do with Gary. Dan has told me how he fantasises about it, and I want to do it too, but this is a little more dangerous than just playing games on our own. I wanted to ask you about that. I mean, how should I go about doing it, and what should I watch out for?"

Clarissa became more serious again. She undid her ponytail pulled her hand through her mane of hair.

"You're right. It's not something you can just jump into. You're wise to be cautious. 

Session Eight

"First off, can I ask you, why you want to do it? I mean, what's the attraction in it for you?"

I had thought that I had already reasoned this question out in my own mind, but as I tried to form an answer, I realised that I didn't have the words quite ready. As I thought, Clarissa broke in.

"Maybe it'd make it easier if I told you why I do it?"

I nodded. I was interested to hear her thinking, now that we were no longer in a patient-doctor relationship. I wondered if she would reveal anything that she had not wanted to before. Also, it would give me time to think.

"Okay. To begin with, you know how Gary and I first met, we actually began with him pretending to be my boyfriend in a kind of cuckold fantasy. You'll notice that in the photos, Gary and the other person, my supposed lover are never pictured together. In fact, I'd taken the photos of the lover a long time before with a previous boyfriend."

"Yes, it's done in form of flashbacks."

"Yes, and kind of flash-forwards too. Mostly, the story is told with me and Gary together, and me telling him what I'm going to do with this other guy."

"Yes, and then afterwards."

"Yes, I tell him, and the pictures illustrate my words."

The site was rather cleverly done, mixing text and pictures together to form a unique sort of illustrated story, as the user scrolled through the text, new pictures were shown, keyed to the appropriate text that the user was reading.

"Well, like I told you before, I've always had a strong sexual drive, and I'd had relationships where I wasn't exclusive to one man at a time."

I nodded. "But that wasn't quite the same."

"Exactly, there, I was open with the person, telling them that what we had was a casual relationship, but we would have sex. They knew I was seeing other people, but it would be hidden - not exactly secret, but most people aren't comfortable talking about such things, they want to ignore it."

"Especially men."

"Hmmm. I'm not so sure that I would agree, but yes, how men deal with that kind of thing is different."

"They'll compartmentalize and cover it. Essentially living in denial."

"Uh huh. And some men can do that quite well, and many others cannot. Like I tried to explain before, there's a knack in spotting the ones who can, not dissimilar to the knack of spotting submissive men."

"And you'd managed this before - to have many lovers, but not openly acknowledging them to each other."

"Exactly, and what I'm trying to say is, that that is quite different to what I found with Gary. Having multiple lovers was just about me wanting to experience sex with different partners. Like a man would. I believe many women, maybe even most women actually would want that, but are so conditioned by society that they conform to a serial monogamous pattern while they search for a partner, while men can get away with having multiple partners all the time."

"I don't quite agree with all that - but let's not get sidetracked."

She smiled at me. "Okay, maybe one day we'll debate gender politics. For now, back to Gary. I suppose the seed of this began with a different lover. With him, his name was Gerry, he was a sexual submissive, and we had an on-again off-again relationship over a couple of years. He and I would role-play a little, I was quite new to that kind of thing at the time, and it was quite simple. He was quite into bondage and while I was prepared to go along with that, tying him and that kind of thing, he was looking for a bit more domination than I was comfortable with. In the end though, we broke up because we simply didn't love each other, and we were never going to. I think, for that kind of emotional link, you really do need to be close to the person. However, what I did quite enjoy with him was that he loved to be humiliated sexually as a prelude to stronger stuff. I would tell him how small and puny his cock was and how my other lovers were so much better endowed. I enjoyed that enormously, the telling, the power it gave me."

I nodded.

"You understand, I think, and you can probably understand too that that mental part of it was far more exciting to me than actually physically dominating him, with whips and paddles and things?"

I nodded again and refilled her glass.

"Okay, so after Gerry and I broke up, I didn't really have a partner, anything like that who I could have explored these things further with. As an outlet, I think, I wrote a story - essentially the story that you see me and Gary play out. Writing that was quite a release for me, and it allowed me to explore where I wanted to go, rather than what Gerry wanted. I did some searching on the Internet and began to realise that what I was looking for was what a huge number of men were also looking for too. It made me think that maybe there was someone out there who I could act out this kind of thing with."

"And so you posted your message, looking for a partner, with the story?"

"No, not exactly, what I really wanted to do was to create the illustrated story - that would be the personal ad. I suppose I'm quite a visual person, I didn't imagine that many people would want to tread my story - In my mind I really wanted to make a movie, but that would be too difficult. The next best thing to show what I was looking for would be the photo story. I already had pictures of myself and Michael from a photo shoot that we'd done before, but I just needed to get a different model to play the other part - the husband. At the time, I wasn't looking for an actual lover - just someone who would play a role purely for the camera."

"But when you met Gary....."

"Yes, like I said before, it wasn't exactly love at first sight, but it was close. After only a couple of days I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him."

"And the fact of how you'd met?"

"Did it make that decision easier, or harder? Easier really, because as soon as we'd first met and I'd explained what I wanted to do, I could tell he wanted it too."

"But all the same, it sounds like you were originally looking for a partner for some sexual role play - just some fun, but almost immediately you decide that this person will be your life partner? Didn't you worry that it wouldn't be possible to base a marriage on that?"

Clarissa looked a little put out by that.

"Well obviously, but you know, we have a lot more in common than just an interest in sex. If we'd met at a bridge club, would you ask if I thought we could build a relationship on a mutual interest in card games?"

"Well, okay, but it's not quit the same thing though is it?"

"Yes, it is. The problem that could occur are more to do with the emotional complications of a three-way relationship - and that's the point I'm trying to make. For me, the thrill, the enjoyment comes from my relationship with Gary, not with the other partner. What I'm trying to say is, I wanted to find a man, who could also enjoy that sort of fantasy, not a man who just wouldn't mind if I slept around?"

"I see. I see the difference, of course. And is that what you're asking me? If I just want to sleep around?"

"Sort of, yes. I suppose I don't really have worries about you, but if you're asking me for help - which I think you are - then that's the first thing you need to be sure of. If you are just bored and want to try sleeping with other men then that's a problem. I do see that motive in some other people that I've met through the sort of social sex circles I've been involved with and that's always a warning sign. Mostly that's men, but sometimes women too. It's usually a sign of a problem in a marriage - the person's focus being outwards rather than on their own partner."

I digested that for a moment. Was that me? Was I really just looking for a thrill outside of my marriage. It was true that I'd been having some fantasies before Dan and I had discussed this.

"Hmmm. Now that you spell that out, maybe it is a problem for me. I think maybe that I have had some fantasies, maybe I'm just using Dan's desires as permission to act out what I want to do."

"Well, don't go too far - nobody would expect you to do this entirely for him, in fact that would probably be a disaster too. The simple test is this. Would you prefer Dan to know or not to know what you do - in detail I mean."

"Well, obviously no. I mean I want him to know."

She looked at me firmly. "Think a bit harder, Jenny."

I did. I pictured myself, having had sex with someone - Frank came to mind again - and simply keeping it a secret from Dan."

I shook my head. "No - I wouldn't like that. It'd be wrong. I'd feel guilty and degraded - in fact, I think not only would I have to do it with Dan's permission, that would have to come beforehand - I couldn't just tell him about it afterward."

Clarissa looked like she needed more. I sensed there was something else that I was missing.

I pictured the scene again - me telling Dan - the details of the fantasy he'd recounted.

"Actually, yes, I don't know if you agree - but the other person would have to know too."

"Know what?"

"About Dan, and the fact that it wouldn't be a secret from him."

Clarissa smiled. "Yes, that's it. In fact that's the real key - there can't be any secrets. Suspicion and lies are what make this kind of thing go wrong. People can cope with anything as long as there is trust. I don't doubt that Dan trusts you completely, but if you're careless or hide things from him, then he would sense it and that brings the whole thing down. You must be totally honest and he be totally open with him too. Things don't have to be fair, but they do have to be truthful and totally open. You can't begin to say to him that there's part of what you do with other people that are private between you, and exclude him. Even if h might agree to that, it would force a gap between you that would cause everything to sour."

I nodded. This sounded like good advice, and I could sense that, like all good advice, it was easy to agree with, but would probably be a lot harder to follow than it seemed.

"Okay now, let me tell you a little about me and Gary. Like I told you before, he doesn't engage in any social sex."

I cut her off. "Sorry Clarissa, but is that what you call it? Social Sex?"

She smiled.

"It's my phrase - the language is so loaded with meaning that I like to avoid it all and use my own. It's supposed to indicate that it's open, social, and with different people."

"It's a euphemism though."

"Well, isn't everything? I haven't found a word or phrase that doesn't make having sex with someone apart from your husband sound like the most terrible or irresponsible thing to do."

"Okay - point taken. If I think of something better, I'll let you know."

She smiled again. "Okay - but the point is, this is something I do, not him. Your mileage may vary, of course, but I think that if you both do that, that's really two new things to add, and a lot more difficult to cope with. It also can make it like a quid pro quo - you get to have sex with someone else and therefore so does he - that's a bad implication in my mind."

"I understand - and no, we discussed that, and Dan won't be having sex with anyone else."

"You discussed it?"

"Okay, no we didn't really, but I'm making that decision, and Dan will agree."

"Of course he will. But do you think he might like to?"

"No. In fact I know he doesn't."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Well, I just am - aren't you certain of Gary?"

She dropped her eyes. "Well, yes I am, but well, okay. Let me tell you how I am so certain and see if you agree?"

"I know why too - he worships you. You're everything to him, and he can't feel desire for anyone else the same way."

Her smile deepened, and she flushed a little at my words.

"Yes. That's it. I think you must have that with Dan too if you can see it in my husband."

"I do. I think though, that I wouldn't be even contemplating this if I hadn't met you, and got to know you and him. Like you say, I can see the kind of relationship you have, and how much you love each other. It makes me believe that this can work out if we love each other completely."

"Yes, and not to labour the point, but you need more than love, you need the honesty too."

"Point taken."

"So, the question remains - how to actually do it. Well, that's actually pretty easy. I can put you in touch with some of our circle, recommend somebody maybe? You might not think it, but this is easier if you know the man already."

"Really? That would seem to make things even more awkward?"

She pursed her lips.

"The point is, that you're going to need to be open. If you want to have sex with a stranger, Dan's going to need to know them too, and that can be difficult to arrange. If it's someone you both already know then the openness is easy."

"Uh huh."

"Yup, that's the logical conclusion of being honest and open with each other. You can't just sneak off to a hotel room and come back to Dan, well you can, but at some stage he needs to meet this guy, maybe even be there at the same time, and getting all that arranged with some casual acquaintance can be hard."

"And do you know of anyone?"

"You know I do. Frank and Lily are both close friends of ours, and they have an open relationship too. Not like ours, Lily doesn't partake, but she allows Frank to fuck other women, and although he can be a bit of a jerk, he's actually very mature about it."

"Can I ask, have you....?"

She nodded.

"Don't ask me what he's like. But yes, I have, and you know, we're friends. He and Gary get on pretty well too."

"And you'd recommend him?"

"Sure, but hey, I'm not a dating service. I can tell him you're interested, but you need to do this yourself."

"Sure. Okay. And you you mentioned another thing - about having Dan there. Can you tell me, do you do that?"

"That, I can't help you with. In fact, you should really ask Dan about that - my advice is to ask him what he wants."

"I have." I said. I debated about telling her what Dan had told me, but I wanted to be sure that I was doing the right thing."

"In fact, he described in quite a bit of detail what he fantasises about."

"Well, that's perfect. Bear in mind that you need to be sure Frank is okay with whatever you have planned."

"Okay, but there's something more."

"Yeah?"

She must have been able to tell that I was nervous about telling her.

"Jenny, I want to help. If you're embarrassed about telling me, or worried about my reaction, don't be. You actually know more about me and what I do than almost anyone apart from Gary. You don't think that I'd judge you?"

"No, no, but I'm worried about offending you. The thing is that what Dan told me, well, there's something more that you don't know about me."

She grinned. "Ah, well, come on. Like I say, you know loads about me, but you keep your own self pretty well hidden. Come on, out with it."

I grimaced."The thing is, you asked me before if I'd had any lesbian relationships."

"And you have. You as much as admitted it yourself just now."

"Well, yes, but. That's the thing, part of Dan's fantasy concerns us."

Her eyes widened.

"In a doctors and nurses kind of way?"

I frowned, shook my head.

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, you know, like kids playing - you show me yours, and I'll show you mine. It was just something he said the other day at the 's."

"Well, yes, I suppose so. He knows that I've been with women in the past, and well, I suppose it's a common male fantasy - it's practically mainstream now. But ..."

"And how do you feel about it."

"Well, you can probably tell, I'm nervous about this, but well, you know all those things I said about Doctor-patient relationships, well, I'm not sure how I would feel about making love to, to another woman again, it's something I had felt I had left in my past, but well I...."

"Go on." She said, a little more seriously, but still smiling. She had no idea what I was trying so hard not to say or to say. I was flushed and confused, I felt that I had backed myself into a corner, even as I had to admit that I must have intended to tell her this ever since we'd visited Dr. 's surgery."

"But well, the thing is, Clarissa, all that we've been saying is that I have to be open, but the thing is, I'm not sure that I would want to have sex with another woman again, any other woman, but you, you make me feel in a way that I haven't in a very long time, maybe never before and if we, well, if we were to do something, something casual, then I don't think I'd want that. I think there would be a danger, well, a danger that it might become more serious than that, or that I would. I think I might fall in love with you Clarissa."

I blurted the last part out, the words just wouldn't stay in. I was afraid to look into her face. I stared at my hands in my lap. 'Be honest.' I said to myself.

"In fact, I think I may already be in love with you." I looked up at her face, finally willing myself to see her reaction.

She looked just a little surprised.

"I suppose I think I may have guessed something like this. I have to admit, I've been flirting with you, and yes, yes, I feel something for you too. There's been something there since we first met, hasn't there. But Jenny, you know this happens all the time. You're bisexual, you're a classic case, even the things you say, like how it was just a phase, and in the past, and all that. That's almost a cliché of denial. And you must know that bisexual people often fall in love with two people, they can't be complete without all sides of their personality."

I didn't believe any of that - I'd heard this kind of thing before, and always dismissed it as wishful nonsense. All I heard was the thing that made my heart beat faster. She felt something for me too. She had said that. Hadn't she?

I didn't know what to say. I was torn. In one way, regretted having told her, but now, I also felt such a surge of emotion at what she'd said. She'd been deliberately flirting with me? I had to admit, that it was pretty obvious, but I hadn't wanted to admit the possibility. She'd felt something, even when we first met? Even just to know this meant so much to me, even if we could never take things any further.

"Clarissa, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said. I'd take it back if I could. Please, can you try to forget it?"

She shook her head. "How can I forget it? I wish I could take away some of your doubt and confusion, but I can't. All I can say to you is that, yes, I feel something for you too. I'm not sure I feel as strongly as you, but I know I could, that I probably will. I think about you all the time. I want you. I need you. I believe that there's nothing wrong in that, but it's obvious that you haven't talked to Dan about this, have you?"

"No. No." I blurted out.

"And you know you have to."

"Yes. Yes, I have to. Oh, why did I have to blurt it out to you?"

"You know why - because you needed to know if there was any point. Jenny, I want to put my arms around you. I would, but I think that would be taking advantage of you. You need to talk to your husband. I don't want to confuse you further, but I think, unless I'm very wrong, that he will be okay about this, and you should listen to him. No matter what he says, don't let your own prejudices or beliefs force you into doing something that you know is wrong or harmful. But listen to him. And no matter what, I do love you. "

She stood up and I tried to get a handle on myself.

"Jenny, I don't want to go, but I feel I ought to. Like I say, all I want to do is to put my arms around you and tell you it's all okay. But while I don't think that would do any harm to anyone, you might and I think what you need to do is just talk to Dan as soon as possible and be honest with him. Don't worry, it'll all be okay. Please don't cry any more."

I realised that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I must look like a panda.

"Okay, okay. I'm fine. I'll be okay. You're probably right, you should go. I'll be okay - Dan will be home soon and we'll talk. It will be fine."

She walked towards the door. I watched her leave. At the doorway she turned.

"I love you." She said, and she was gone.

Session Nine

When Dan returned I was a lot more composed. I hadn't quite resolved what to say to him, but I was determined to be as honest as I could be. My own feelings weren't exactly clear to me, but I knew I couldn't resolve what I was experiencing without talking to him.

As soon as he entered the living room and saw me he knew there was something on my mind.

"Dan, please sit down. There's something I need to tell you." I said.

He sat and waited, maybe I seemed too tense for him to say anything. I leaped straight in.

"It started first when I met Clarissa." I began. Immediately, he opened his mouth and was about to say something but I didn't let him, but just kept going, the words rushing from me as I expelled all my worries into the room.

"It wasn't like an immediate thing, but I sort of became aware of it more gradually. And it is all tied up in what we've been doing and all that. In a way it seems like coincidence but it probably isn't but first I need to tell you that I haven't been dishonest with you. What we've been doing, what we did last night, that is all true, it was wonderful. I haven't ever lied to you. I mean, I want you to understand that this is something separate - maybe related but separate, but I have to tell you now."

"Jenny, slow down, slow down. Whatever it is that's bothering you, we'll work it out. I know that you've been worrying at something, just let it out and we'll work it out. We can survive anything. Anything." He added the last word meaningfully, with a lot of emphasis.

"Okay, well, basically, I've been fantasising about Clarissa. More than that. We have been flirting a little, and I feel very strongly attracted to her."

"But Jenny, we talked about this. I mean, after the party, it was so obvious, I even said that if you wanted to be with her you should, that it would be fine with me. And then, I know it's different, but what we talked about last night, well, come on, what is really bothering you?"

"No, no Dan. What we talked about last night, that's totally different. The point is. Look, I mean..."

I bit my lip, searching for the right words. Dan broke in.

"Wait. Just wait. Can I tell you what I think it is, and you can agree or not, but I really think I know."

He didn't really give me a chance to answer, but just kept talking.

"It's different of course, because when you said last night that you wanted to sleep with other men, then that's just it - other men, nobody in particular, and the thrill of that, is because it's forbidden, because of our relationship, and like we said, with me knowing about it and you telling me and all - that's about us, not about them. We understand that. But with Clarissa, it's because you actually want to sleep with her. You want her. And that bothers you."

"Well, yes, sort of, but no, there's more."

He looked at me from under his long lashes.

"You think you're in love with her?"

He could see it in my eyes.

"Jenny, when I looked at you last night, when I looked at you this morning, looking at you now, I know you love me, and that's all that matters to me. Really and truly, tell me. Do you think you could love her more than me?"

More? It was such a stupid idea - you loved one person or another. That's what I believed. But was it right?

"Dan I love you more than anything, anyone. I could never love anyone more than you. But it's wrong. Wrong."

"Why? Why is wrong? Do you think your love for her would grow, that eventually there would be less for me, that you would eventually stop caring for me at all?"

I shook my head.

"Is the love you feel for her the same feeling that you have for me?"

I looked at him. That was a good question. No, no, it wasn't the same at all really.

"Actually, no. No, it's not the same. It's like when we first met. But no, there's something less. From the start I knew I wanted to be with you and only you forever. But no, the feeling with Clarissa, is different. I mean, I don't want to live with her, but the feeling is very intense, I don't want to ever give her up either."

"Doesn't that sound like a very strong attraction, rather than love?"

"Maybe, but what if it isn't?"

"So what? You still love me. You just said so. It is okay for you to love her too. It's different, not as intense, not as forever. It's okay."

"That's what she said you would say."

His eyes widened.

"Yes, she was here. It's kind of a long story."

I told Dan about the visit to Doctor Merrill. When I told him what he'd said about Dr. X he laughed. Later, I glossed over some of the details of Clarissa's advice about how to go about setting myself up with Frank. I wanted to think about what I would do before telling him.

"So, then I suppose it all welled up inside me, and I just blurted out to her that I loved her. I hadn't intended to, and obviously, I should have talked to you first, but it all just sort of came out suddenly."

"And what did she say?"

"Well, she said that she was attracted to me too. She said I had to talk to you though, and she left pretty much straight away. I was upset and she didn't want to stay, because, well, she didn't want to take advantage of me, and well, she said I should talk to you. She seemed to believe that you would think it was all okay."

"It is all okay."

"Well, I don't know. I think I need to think about it a bit more. And wait, she said she loved me too. Just before she left."

Dan just smiled.

"Dan, you seem to be taking this all so calmly. Aren't you even a little upset?"

"No. I don't see anything to get upset about. In fact, I only see good things. I love it that you have a new love. I mean, I would feel totally different about this if it were a man. You realise that don't you."

"I can see that. Yes, of course, but surely this is just as wrong."

"It's not wrong Jenny. You are who you are. You love me, and that's all that matters."

"Love you most."

"Whatever. You love me as me. What we have is unique, special. Right?"

"Right, Dan."

"Feel a little better?"

"Yes, a little, but I'm tired. Take me to bed."

He took me by the hand and led me upstairs. When we'd undressed I kissed him deeply and he held me close.

"Make love to me." I said and he lay me down and gently eased himself into me, and we slowly, lovingly rocked together, kissing and holding each other until I felt my orgasm build to a wonderful, engulfing warmth and I clutched at his cock hard within me, letting him thrust himself into me and we came together, his sperm filling me as the orgasm subsided.

 

It had been another emotionally exhausting day, and we both slept late. Thankfully the next day was Saturday and neither of us had to work. Dan woke before I did, and surprised me with breakfast in bed as I had done the previous day.

"Well, Jenny, what would you like to do today?" He asked as we munched on our toast.

I tell him that I would like to do some shopping, but that there are also a lot of chores to be done. We needed to do a couple of clothes washes, the whole house needed to be cleaned and that he still hadn't washed either of our cars, both of which were filthy.

Before answering he asked what sort of shopping needed to be done.

"I want to do some clothes shopping and pick up some other things. But also, I have a long list of groceries that we need."

He smiled. "Okay, how about I get ready and go out and get the groceries nearby and then come back and get started on the washing and other stuff around the house?"

I gave him a small smile.

"Meanwhile, you can go into the city and do your shopping."

"Alright." I replied, smiling at his ready acceptance of what I had been implicitly suggesting.

"But you should first put on the first wash, that way, when you return, it'll be ready for drying and you can put on the second before starting on the cleaning."

"Okay." Said Dan.

"In fact, Dan, why don't you start that now, while I get ready to go out."

He agreed, and pushed the rest of his toast into his mouth, and as I had finished too, he brought the breakfast things down with him, still in the little chemise and panties that he'd slept in.

I got ready to go out. By the time I had finished dressing, Dan had returned upstairs.

I sat on the bed until he went into the shower. As soon as I heard the water running, I made a quick phone call from the bedroom. By the time he emerged I had hung up the phone. As he toweled himself off, I looked into my lingerie drawer. I pulled out a stretchy nylon teddy that I thought would fit him.

"Dan?" I asked.

"Yes Jenny?"

"Would you like to wear something of mine while I'm out?"

He looked at the teddy.

"Yes, Jenny."

"How about this?" I asked, holding the transparent garment up in front of him.

"Yes, I'd love to." He replied, swallowing as he spoke.

"Okay. Now pop it on so I can have a look at you before I go."

He pulled the clinging teddy over his naked body. It had a slight shimmering thread running through it, so it glistened a little, especially where it stretched.

As he did the poppers beneath his cock. I stalked over to him. He stood up straight as I inspected him. I smiled at him and ran my hand over his straining cock and balls, wrapped snugly in the nylon.

"Hmmmm. Very snug." I purred. "How does it feel?"

"Lovely Jenny." He gulped.

"Not too tight?" I asked, running my nails over his ass cheeks as I fondled my husband through my underwear.

"A little." He said.

"Okay. Now make sure the panty line isn't visible through your trousers when you do the shopping."

"Okay, I'll wear a pair of baggy jeans."

"Fine. Of course, if you want to take them off when you're doing the washing and hoovering, you could always slip into a pair of my slacks. But your panty line would definitely show then." I said, as I continued to tease him delicately though the teddy with my hands

"Okay." He gasped, clearly very aroused.

"Now, don't worry." I drawled vampishly. "I'll be back this afternoon, and if you've been good, I'll bring you a present."

"Okay Jenny." He said, clearly under more than a little strain.

I gave him a sexy smile as I left, letting the image of him standing there helplessly imprint itself in my mind.

I chucked to myself as I drove into town. He would enjoy doing the chores. I wanted him in a very aroused state by the time I got back.

It wasn't particularly busy in the city, and I had a very pleasant morning shopping. I kept thinking about Dan, happily working, and thinking about me as the constant tugging and caressing of the teddy reminded him of his wife as he shopped and cleaned and cooked. I bought some clothes for myself, some new lingerie and a dress and shoes, but mostly I was shopping for Dan. I picked up quite a few things, and spent quite a lot at the makeup counters of the larger department stores. Some of the assistants quizzed me about my purchases.

"These aren't really your size, you could probably get something a size smaller." Said one helpful girl as I paid for the lingerie. I just smiled.

At the make-up counter, the assistant became almost distressed as I ignored her advice about matching my skin-tones until I assured her I was purchasing the items for someone else.

By 12:30 I had finished my shopping, and found a seat at a department store cafe, arranging my bags at my feet around the table.

"My goodness. I had no idea you were a shopaholic. You should seek professional help!"

I looked up to see Clarissa gazing in wonder at all my purchases. I gave her a big smile and gestured for her to sit down.

"Have you been waiting long?" She asked.

"Not at all." I said. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Oh, for goodness sake, Jenny. Of course I wanted to see you. I've been up half the night worrying about you and Dan. I'd resolved that if you didn't call first thing, then I would call round."

"There was no need." I replied. "You were absolutely right. Dan reacted just as you'd said. I think I was a little overwrought last night. This morning, everything seems a lot simpler and brighter."

"I'm so glad Jenny." Said Clarissa and, reaching over the table, covered my hand with hers. Just then the waitress came over, and I almost flinched my hand away rather than have her notice. I managed to resist the embarrassed impulse, and the waitress didn't notice in any case.

We chatted a little. I told her most of what had transpired between myself and Dan, and she quizzed me about my plans for how to take things a little further. With our own issues at least out of the way for the moment, I managed to ask her more about her own lifestyle and Gary's as I'd meant to the night before, and she gave me some more practical tips. My heart beat faster with excitement and anticipation as we whispered conspiratorially, and I loved her company. She was bright and funny, and when she spoke I watched her eyes and her lips, almost heedlessly letting her words sink into my subconscious as I drank her in.

One thing that did surprise me about her advice was that she continually reminded me how important it was to find out from Dan what he liked and didn't like.

"You can explore, sure. But you'll very likely find that there are lots of things that you might imagine he would like to experience that in fact he would not like at all. Don't assume that just because you correctly imagine one fantasy, that you understand exactly where he is coming from. I still find myself surprised at what Gary does and doesn't want to do together, and we have been experimenting for some time. Also, don't be upset if Dan occasionally does or says something that might shock or even disgust you. The important thing is to just be honest. Don't make a big deal out of things. Just say to each other, 'Actually, that doesn't really appeal to me.' and move on. Don't ever try to force something on your partner or try to persuade them something might be good to try if they don't want to. If they come around later, then they will on their own time, if they don't then just leave it like that. Don't do anything that does seem wrong or nasty just to please the other person, that's always a disaster.

"Okay, I think I wouldn't do that anyway. That's always what I advise my patients."

"Sure. I'm preaching to the choir here, but it bears repeating, I think."

"It does."

I agreed that we would talk some more later that week. Clarissa invited us both round for a meal at her and Gary's house, and while I wanted to go, I said I'd consult with Dan first and see what night was best.

Clarissa walked with me back to my car.

"What do you have planned for this evening?" She asked.

"A little dress up." I said, an I showed her some of the thing's I'd bought.

"Oh my God. You'll blow his mind," Exclaimed Clarissa. "You certainly aren't denying him his panty fetish."

"No. Should I?" I asked.

"Oh no, silly. You do whatever you like. I make Gary beg for all his pretty clothes, but that's just us. If you want to dress Dan up then you go ahead. There aren't any rules for this you know. Just do what you like doing together."

"I like dressing up." I said. "I like dressing him too. I mean, I don't get any kick out of how he looks, but he enjoys it so much, I love doing it with him. I hope it doesn't ever get stale."

"There's always more clothes to buy." Laughed Clarissa. "Although, at this rate you may have to start driving to another city to get them."

I was unsure how to take my leave of her. After all that had been said the day before, it seemed a little out of place to just shake hands, but I was too self-conscious to hug her or kiss her. Clarissa solved the problem for me by asking if I would drop her at her own car. We got in, and while I negotiated the car-park exit, she talked to me.

"Jenny. I told you I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. Well, there's more. Gary could tell that something had happened after I;'d been to Dr. 's clinic, and I told him what you had said."

"Oh Christ."

"Don't get upset. He was fine about it too. In fact, he had already guessed from watching the two of us together. He asked if we'd ever done anything, and I told him no. In fact it seems sort of weird that we seem to have talked more about having a relationship than actually having one. I didn't know exactly what you wanted to tell me today, but I was praying that you weren't going to tell me that you didn't want to see me again."

"Oh no, Clarissa."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think it was likely, but it did cross my mind."

"Oh, no. I want to see you again, and I mean, yes, to take things further. But I'm not sure how. What to do."

"You could kiss me for a start."

I looked over at her. I'd pulled up beside her car.

"I could do that, I suppose." I said, quietly, looking into her deep blue eyes.

"Here, let me make it easier for you." She said and, popped the catch on my seat-belt and her own.

I leant across the car, my face tingling in anticipation. I closed my eyes as our lips met and my heart thumped as I felt her hand on my thigh as her tongue invaded my mouth. Our lipsticked lips slid thickly over each other and I felt a soft moan escape from my throat as the rising heat flushed my pussy.

I broke the kiss first, but I saw that Clarissa had had her eyes open.

"Jenny." She whispered as I leant back. "Oh, Jenny."

"I'm not making excuses. I said quietly. I do want to come over and visit both you and Gary. But I do need to talk to Dan first. I'm sure he'll be fine with it, but it's a little new and delicate for us both."

"I understand." She said. "This is a bit new to me too. I'd better go. If I stay with you any longer it'll get impossible to leave."

"Okay." I said. "If it's not too lovesick-teenagery can I call you tonight?"

"It is a little girly, but yes, please call. In fact, if you don't then I'll sit by the phone all night."

"I'll call at nine, then, so you're not in too much agony."

She smiled. "Okay, honey. I'll talk to you later." And she got out of the car.

She waved as she got into her own car and I watched her speed away.

"Honey." I said, out loud, to myself. "I'm her honey." And I drove home with my heart dancing.

Session Ten

Dan had been working hard while I had been enjoying myself with Clarissa. I could smell a casserole in the oven as soon as I walked into the house and I found him in the bedroom changing the sheets. As I'd suggested he had changed into some slacks and I was delighted to see his visible panty line in a sharp vee over the cheeks of his ass.

I sat down in the bedroom armchair and dumped my bags on the floor.

"Whew. I'm exhausted." I said.

"Would you like me to fetch you a drink?" He asked.

"Not just yet. When will our dinner be ready?" I asked.

"Not for an hour and a half." He replied. "It's a slow-cooking casserole."

"Mmmm. Nice. No, I'll wait till just before Dinner. You finish the bed, and tell me what you've been up to."

He had done all the shopping, got both cars washed, cleaned the house, cooked and had all the clothes either on the line or in the dryer. I was impressed but tried not to show it.

"That's great darling. Well, as a reward. I've bought you some things." I said.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, oh really. Don't pretend you weren't expecting it. But first, let me show you what I got for myself."

He was suitable complimentary on my own choices, and very impressed with the strappy sandals I'd bought. I told him that I'd met Clarissa for lunch in town and that she'd invited s both over for dinner some evening that week.

"Oh, that'd be great." He said. "What did you say?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you first, see if you had any other plans."

"Of course not. Anyway, aren't you going to make all the plans from now on?"

"That's right. But I wanted to check if you maybe had plans to be cuckolded, maybe on Tuesday?"

I caught him by surprise. He looked at me, his eyes wide.

"I don't know Jenny." He said slowly. "Do I?"

"Maybe you do. Maybe I rang Frank this morning and arranged for him to come over here on Tuesday and fuck me. How would you feel about that?"

I watched him swallow, slowly, his mouth gone dry.

"Jesus Jenny. You know how I'd feel about that."

I spoke slowly. "Yes. Yes I do. But I want to hear it from your mouth. What would you like to happen."

"I'd like to get you ready for him, dress you and help you with your makeup and then to go out with you and to meet up with him, for the two of you to dance together and then leave together."

"And come back here?"

"Yes, and then I follow and when I return you're dancing together here and then, and then,"

"Yes Dan?"

"And then you fuck."

"Just like you said."

"Yes, just like I said."

"Okay, we'll see. Maybe that's what will happen."

"You mean you called him, or do you mean you're going to call him?"

"Something like that. You just leave it to me. Now, how would you like to change before we eat your delicious casserole."

"Change into what?"

"Into these new clothes I've bought for you silly."

I reached into one of the bags and held up a black satin chemise which had caught my eye in one of the lingerie shops I had visited. I saw his eyes drink in it's lace trim and slinky curves and smiled to myself. I walked over to him with it held before me.

"Hold it up to yourself." I said as I offered it to him.

He delicately caught it by the spaghetti straps, little more than strings of satin and looked down at himself. I stepped close to him and appraised him.

"I'm not sure if I got the size right." I said. "Why don't you strip off and see how it fits?"

I saw his hands tremble as he undid his shirt and slacks. It seemed amazing that each time he tried on women's clothes the thrill was still the same. I wondered if he would ever grow tired of it.

"See how narrow the spaghetti straps are?" I asked, quietly, my face very close to Dan's. " Imagine how they'll feel biting into your shoulders as your back slides on the satin as I'm fucking you, your pretty legs in the air."

I handed him back the silky garment and he slipped it over his naked torso, letting the hem dangle just below his panty, hugging his ball sack in it's snug embrace.

"This really needs to be worn beneath a little black dress. Just the thing for a romantic evening in with your lover."

I stepped back to the bags and produced the little black princess dress that I'd bought for my husband.

"This really needs to be worn with black pantyhose." I said. "You'd better put these on first." I handed him a packet of new soft opaque black pantyhose.

He took the packet from me reverently. He seemed a little choked up.

"What's the matter Dan?" I asked. "Don't you want them."

He looked up at me, and I thought I could see a little wetness beneath his eye.

"Oh yes. It's just. It's just that I've never opened a packet of pantyhose before. It's just so, so nice. Thank you Jenny. I don't think you know what this means to me."

He was right, I thought. I could understand a little of what he felt but really, his fascination with women's clothes was a little baffling to me. I was just glad that he could enjoy this so much with me. I was delighted with his reaction. I was eager to see what he would look like dressed up but to me this was all just a means to an end. For Dan, the journey seemed as important as the destination.

He slowly undid the packet and shook the hose free of the card insert. There were particularly high quality opaques with lycra, and I was glad that I had spent the extra money on getting him good quality hose for his first pair. He rolled them up his legs and over the panties, leaving the bulge of his cock plainly visible through the clinging fabric. I pulled down the little zip on the dress and handed it to him. He was shivering as he lifted it and let it drop over his shoulders. It was rather snug, but a little wiggle and it slipped over the smooth chemise as it was meant to, clinging to him, but sliding smoothly over the satin as if her were covered in fine oil.

I adjusted the dress slightly, and then, unable to resist, moved in for a deep long kiss. With my heels and his feet flat in the pantyhose I had a slight height advantage and he responded in the most feminine manner, letting his back arch and his arms go limp, I clawed at his yielding buttocks with my hands and savaged his mouth with my own, his yielding response inviting me to become more aggressive. I released him, finding myself growling a little. Dan looked up at me, panting.

"What you need, honey, is a little makeup". I said.

He just nodded, and I led him over to my vanity table. He sat and I fetched out the new cosmetics that I'd purchased for him. He looked entranced as I put the little bottles and containers in front of him. I gave him a smile as I whisked a light towel around his bare shoulders to protect his dress.

First I put a hairband in to keep his long fringe back over his head while I worked. I liked the effect and wondered about getting him to grow his hair even longer.

"Enjoying this?" I asked as I sat behind him and began cleansing with a cotton pad before applying any makeup. He looked at me in the mirror, as I looked over his shoulder.

"Oh yes Jenny. You make me so happy." And my heart swelled a little more with love for him.

I emphasized his eyes as much as possible, as they were his best feature, although he had quite a feminine face to begin with. I'd always considered Dan to be pretty rather than handsome. He had the sort of good looks that teenage girls like in actors and singers, dark eyes and gentle features. Now, I used the makeup to make his chin and jaw recede even further, and I plumped out his lips and raised his cheekbones. I worked on his eyes for the longest time, almost losing myself in concentration on making them as pretty as possible. All the while, Dan sat still and quiet, his breathing deep and regular. Beneath my fingers though, I could feel him trembling all over at my touch. He seemed almost hypnotised by my closeness and my tender touch. I remembered doing this for when we shared our tiny apartment. There was only one vanity table in the bedroom and we shared all our makeup. Even before we were lovers then we used to make each other up. I loved those sessions with her. She was much better at applying makeup for effect than I was, but I specialised in hairstyling. As students we had very little money, so naturally we shared our clothes and stuff and doing each others hair was a natural way to save money. Looking back on it, I realised that it had brought us so close together that it was natural our intimacy would turn to love.

Now with Dan, I had the same feeling, the same closeness. It came flooding back, the tingling feeling, and the fluttery stomach, the same concentration on the other person's features leading to such closeness that time seemed to stand still and the world spin away.

As I put on the finishing touches, a pearl choker and a little silver hair clip Dan murmured. "The casserole."

I was tempted to say "Fuck the Casserole." and start making love to him straight away but I held myself in check. I wanted him to enjoy walking around looking so lovely and fuckable at least for a while. These evenings were always better for a little anticipation and build up.

I released him and let him look at himself full on in the mirror.

"Oh wow Jenny. I don't know what to say. I never imagined you'd be able to make me look so good."

"You're beautiful Dan."

"Well, I don't know about that, but you certainly make me look sexy. I can't believe it."

He looked up at me.

"How do you feel about it?"

"I love it." I said. "I love you. You do look sexy. I think I may have gone a bit over the top on the lipstick, but it's nice to look a bit slutty every now and again, isn't it?"

He looked back in the mirror."

"Yes." He said, gazing at himself. He put his hands up to the chest of his dress.

"Sorry Dan." I said. "I should have thought of that. There's breastforms and things, aren't there? I never thought to even try to get some of those. Would you like to get some?"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe. For the moment though, this is, well, it's fabulous."

"Now, don't sit there admiring yourself. Go get the casserole ready. I'll be down in a minute."

He scooted off. I hadn't managed to get him shoes either. He had small feet but I would really need him with me to choose a pair that would fit. For the moment, I kind of liked being taller than him. I quickly changed into my highest heels and applied some more makeup myself. I changed my own dress for a more formal gown with a daring slash up the leg and a plunging neckline. I wanted to look a little slutty myself.

When I joined him downstairs he was just serving up our dinner in the dining room. We rarely ate there, but the occasion seemed to demand it. I got an appreciative stare from my dressed-up husband and I gave him a sweet smile as he held my chair for me to sit.

He turned down the lights and lit a couple of candles to complete the romantic picture and we began our meal.

While we ate we talked about normal things, his work, mine, our friends. I pointedly steered the conversation and he let me, deferring to me, and letting me refill his wine glass. He served me my food and when we were done with the main course, busied himself in the kitchen again. He emerged with coffee and a cream and chocolate dessert.

"Mmmmmm, Danny, that looks sinfully good." I said.

He had only brought one portion. "Are you watching your figure?" I asked

"Well, actually, yes." He said. "I think I'd prefer to be a little slimmer."

"Okay. But I still want you to share this with me." I said. "Come and sit beside me."

We sat together on the settee, our nylon clad legs pressed against each other. I ran my hand up his thigh as he took a spoon of the thick desert and offered it toward my mouth. I opened my red lipsticked lips and let him spoon it into my mouth. My lips closed over the spoon and he drew it out slowly. I pressed the thick choclately stuff against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and let the delicious taste of it slide down my throat. He watched me, transfixed. I took the spoon from his hand and dug a large dollop from the bowl. I did the same for him, letting him taste the thick cream and dark, heady mousse. I saw his pupils widen as the chocolate and sugar did it's work and then opened my own mouth again for another spoon. In a few minutes the bowl was empty, and as he put it back on the table in front of us, I put my arms around his neck, and opening my mouth, kissed him on the lips, letting the last of the chocolate pass from my wide open mouth into his. His tongue swirled around my mouth as I pressed my tongue into his willing, open mouth. I rolled onto him, kicking off my shoes as I did so.

We embraced, kissing on the sofa for a while, me mostly lying on top of him, my hands pawing all over his delicious body, feeling his straining cock through the layers of silky fabric.

At last, I let him have a breather.

"Jesus, Jenny, you're unbelievable." He gasped. "You are driving me totally insane."

"Don't blame me." I whispered back. "You're the one who's so damn sexy and fuckable. How did you get to be so fucking gorgeous?"

"You made me." He said, and I kissed him again, letting my hands roam freely over his body.

"You know what I would like Dan?" I asked, as I kissed him on his face, his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"Tell me." He said.

"I want you to talk to me."

"What should I say?"

"Nothing, just tell me how it feels. Let yourself be a woman. Imagine you're my sweet, girl lover again. Let your imagination guide you."

"Oh Jenny. Oooooh."

"That's it."

Dan's voice became a little higher, breathier. "Oh Jenny, you're so strong. When you hold me down, I feel so weak and helpless."

I was pinning him to the couch by now, his wrists firmly gripped together in my right hand, as I used the other to roughly caress him as I kissed and bit at him.

"Jenny please." He whimpered, his voice high and strained. "Please, oh please"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. Fuck me."

"I don't know that you really need it that bad..." I whispered.

"Oh I do. I need it bad. I need it, so so much."

"How?"

"Oh God, I want you to turn me over and spread my legs and fuck me. Put on your lovely dildo and press it into me. I want to feel your hands on my hips as you press into me, and then when I feel your thighs press against mine and your knees flick my legs apart further, oh god, I want you to take me, and show me you're in charge, fuck me and use me and love me. I need you to show me and reassure me you want me, reassert your dominance over me. Oh please, oh please, oh please..."

Dan's words weren't really what I had been looking for - I'd just wanted him to pant and moan for a me a little, but they revealed to me, even more of what it was that Dan desired from our relationship and our sex play. I'd never loved him so much as I did then, never felt so close to him, understood him better.

"You can't do without me, can you?" I asked.

"No Jenny."

I caressed the inside of his thigh, letting my fingers stroke all the way up to the panty.

"You're totally dependent on me, aren't you? Emotionally and physically."

"Yes Jenny."

"You love me so much that you're only capable of doing what I want you to."

"Yes." He was trembling all over at my touch and my words.

"That's good. Now, what I want you to do is to take off your dress and let me see how you look in just your sexy little slip and pantyhose again."

He stood uncertainly again, and reached behind himself to undo the little zip. He smiled shyly at me as I stretched out regally before him. In a moment, the little dress had slid to the ground and Dan picked it up and folded it carefully.

"Now, go and get the cordless phone from the hallway and come back before me again."

He nodded, but looked a little confused. He didn't imagine what I was going to ask him to do. When he returned with the phone, he knelt in front of me, taking up a modest pose. He made to hand me the phone, but I held up my hand.

"No. It's you who's going to make a call. Can you guess who it is who you're going to call?"

He shook his head, but I could see a spark of something in his eye.

"You know who it is that you have to call. You want Frank to come over here and fuck your wife, then you'll have to ask him."

I emphasized the words 'Fuck Your Wife' - pronouncing them clearly and distinctly, letting him flinch at their impact. I was glad to see that although he clearly reacted, he was also terribly excited at this change of direction. Until now, we had merely discussed possibilities, but now, this was real, the phone in his hands, the possibility of actually inviting someone else into his wife's bed becoming a reality.

He looked at the phone for a long moment, and then met my gaze. I looked into his huge eyes, framed by the soft eyeshadow and and eye liner, his heavily made-up lids, drooped and submissive.

"You've spoken to him already?"

"Yes, but just in general terms, I've made no specific arrangement. This is what you want Dan, if you want to go through with it, then you'll need to ask him."

He made no move to dial the number, though he stared at the phone. For a moment, I wondered if he really wouldn't be able to go through with this. Of course, it wasn't really necessary for him to do this. I'd spoken to frank already and made the arrangements, but I knew that Dan would find this very difficult, and hopefully very exciting too. Now, I had a moment's regret as the possibility that I had pushed Dan too far seemed to be coming to pass.

He met my gaze again, and immediately I knew my doubt wasn't true. He had never had a moment's hesitation. He was just so overwhelmed by the emotion of the moment, so terribly in love, in awe, in thrall of his loving wife, and yet about to invite one of his best friends to make love to her, to cuckold him and take her for his lover. I could only imagine what this must be like for him, his most basic, most primeval instincts and emotions so conflicted and pressured. His sense of self, his manliness, negated by his sexual desire.

"Okay." He said. "I'll call."

I watched, transfixed as he dialed the phone. As it began to ring, he turned up the handset volume to the very top so that I could hear both sides of the conversation.

"Frank ."

"Hi Frank. It's Dan here."

"Dan! Great to hear from you. How are you?"

His eyes never left mine.

"I'm great Frank. The reason I'm calling is that I was wondering if you might do me a favour."

"A favour?"

As he spoke it occoured to me that he wasn't hesitating, choosing his words, he was so easy in his manner, almost rehearsed. I wondered if he'd thought of what he would say just now, before he'd dialed or if he'd imagined such a conversation before so it came easily to him now.

"Yes, a favour, you see I've been having a bit of trouble recently with Jenny."

"With Jenny?"

I heard a trace of knowing creep into Franks voice. I'd spoken to him the day before, asking about , and how he would feel about something like this. He'd been fine about it, wanting us to call around. Surprisingly he'd been quite keen for Dan and to arrange a similar liaison, but I ruled that out, at least for the foreseeable. I'd made it clear that this would be strictly between us, with Dan as audience. He seemed to understand that quite well, wanting to make arrangements straight away, but I'd said I'd need to speak to Dan first. We'd left it there. It had just occoured to me this evening to get Dan to do this, make sure that he would be able to go through with it. If he'd been unable to make the phone call, then how might he have behaved when Frank was here. I'd reasoned that we would take things in stages, little steps, as Clarissa had advised.

"Yes, with Jenny, or rather with me. You see I've been having trouble getting it up recently."

"Oh really, even with such a lovely wife, that is frustrating."

"Quite, and not just for me. Jenny, well, she's a woman, she has needs."

"I can quite understand."

"And well, truth be told, she's always been a little unsatisfied with me. I mean, I have quite a small cock, and while size isn't everything, well, you know."

"I don't really Dan. I can understand your problems and how disappointed Jenny must be, especially now that you're failing to satisfy her at all. But I've never had any problems in that regard myself, I've been told my cock is very large. Women sometimes find sex with me quite painful at first, but they're always prepared to put up with it. Some say that sex with a man with a very large cock is quite unlike any other kind of sex, that it is really how sex is meant to be. Like from when we lived in family packs when an alpha male, would cover all the females in the tribe and part of the way he would assert his dominance over them was his penis size, once the females were with him they would not let the other males near them."

"I see, and is sex with painful for her still?"

"Oh lord no, after only a few times with me, a woman's pussy is stretched and open. 's fits me like a glove, but she's ruined for all other men now."

He laughed and Dan smiled wanly.

"Okay, well. What I was wondering, is if you might be willing to keep Jenny happy for me, at least until my little problem sorts itself out."

"You mean keep her happy by taking her out for a meal, dancing, that kind of thing?"

"Well, yes, but I mean, sexually happy too."

"Oh right, you mean Dan, that you want me to fuck your wife for you?"

"Yes Frank. I want you to fuck Jenny."

"Because you want her to be satisfied sexually."

"Yes, because I can't."

"Well fuck Danny, I hate to think of Jenny being unhappy, so I tell you what, you get her ready for me - choose a nice outfit for her, get her hair done, that kind of thing, and then I'll take her out, show her a nice time, get her ready and then I'll see what we can do. Usually I get women to suck my cock first, let's them see what size it is, get their mouths round it. I tell them that the vagina is quite like the lips of the mouth, and that a good rule of thumb is that if they can get the head of my cock into their mouths then they'll be able to take me in the pussy too. That's actually true. Although they may have to stretch a bit. Sometimes they're a little frightened at the size, but sucking on my cock calms them down a bit, lets them get comfortable with it before taking it in their pussy. I'll probably need to do that with Jenny too, especially if you haven't stretched her much. Would you say you have? Stretched her I mean."

"No, no I wouldn't." He said.

"The thing is though Dan, and you might want to consider this, seriously. Is that there might be consequences of this. You know what I'm talking about?"

"No."

"I mean, that once Jenny has been with me, especially if she's already more than a little disappointed with your manhood, then she may not want to go back to sleeping with you, even if your little problem goes away. You see what I mean."

"Yes, yes I do. I hadn't thought about that."

"So would you still want to me to fuck her, even if this may be the end of your sexual relationship with her yourself?"

"Well, the thing is Frank, that while that is worrying, it's not entirely my choice. You see Jenny actually asked me to make this call. She's really keen to be fucked and well, what you're saying doesn't sound like it would put her off. Quite the reverse in fact."

"Ah, well in that case, you don't really have a choice, do you?"

"No, no I suppose I don't."

"Is she listening in to this conversation now Dan?"

"Yes, yes she is."

"Hey Jenny!" He called out.

"Hi Frank." I said.

"I'll pick you up at eight on Tuesday."

"Okay." I replied.

"And Dan?"

"Yes Frank."

"Remember what I said about the nice outfit and so forth. Pick out some nice panties for her too. That'll make it special for her."

"Okay Frank."

"Okay Dan. See you later."

"Okay, and Frank? Thank you."

"No problem pal."

Dan hung up the phone.

I smiled at him, and reached down, and put my arms around him.

"Thank you, Dan." I said.

"Oh God, Jenny, for what?"

"For the lovely present of course, that you're giving me Frank's cock."

He blinked at me. He was so worked up, he looked confused and wound up, almost unable to think.

"You poor dear." I said. You look all lost and pathetic. You're not really sure what's going on anymore, or what's expected of you, are you?"

He shook his head, looking even more pathetic.

"Would it help if I let you suck on my nipples for a while?" I asked.

He gazed longingly at my breasts inside their satin cups, and nodded again.

"Okay honey." I said, and pulled aside the sift flap of fabric, letting my nipple appear over the half cup lacy bra.

Dan moved closer and I watched as his soft, lipsticked red lips descended to my eager nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and nursed on me gently, his mouth kneading the sensitive area around the aureole, his eyes closed in contentment.

I let the warm, motherly feelings that his mouth gave me infuse my body for a little while and then whispered to him.

"Did you like talking to Frank about him fucking me?"

He flicked one eye upwards to me, as I peered down at him, kneeling between my legs, with his head bobbing at my breast. I could see his nod, and the reservation within it.

"You liked it, but you're frightened too?"

A more definite nod.

I smiled. "Would it help if Jenny spanked you and fucked you in the ass?" I asked, once again relishing seeing him wince at my words, uttered so calmly and so lovingly.

He simply closed his eyes and nodded, still sucking gently on my breast.

I don't remember much about how we got to bed, I do remember registering some surprise at one point, seeing Dan's unpainted fingernails as he rubbed on my clit, and wondering why he had no nail-polish before remembering that this was my husband, not a lesbian lover. I definitely remember making him go back downstairs at one point, to fetch the large mirror from above the fireplace so that I could watch myself fucking him from behind, and he could see too. I loved that, made him promise to install a wall-sized one in the bedroom the next day, even as I thrust, pistoning into his anus, hearing him yip and yelp, loving every second. When we came, he was gasping, "I'm your bitch Jenny, I love you." And I was grunting "And Jenny's your fucking mistress. Who's my bitch?" over and over again. As my orgasm ripped through me, I almost felt a sense of ejaculation, the feeling of dominance was so strong. I could almost sense thick cum shooting from the plastic cock into Dan's throbbing, tender ass as he cried and shuddered under me. As soon as I was able I took him in my arms, smothering with kisses, smoothing away his tears, cooing soft words of love to him as he gasped and surfaced back to reality again.

"Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, he whimpered. Oh God, please don't ever leave me. Don't let me go."

In answer, I held him close and kissed him deeply. "My Dan, my Dan, I will never leave you." I said.

  

  

  

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