It's too late to turn back
Elle will fulfill her husband's fantasy even if he has second thoughts.
Elle didn’t look back when she walked out the door and got into the all-black town car. Underneath her long black coat she was in the near translucent dress that she’s picked out with her husband. He was the whole reason this was happening, but she was the one who was going to carry through with it.
He began telling her about his fantasy of her sleeping with other men years ago. She was reluctant to hear about it at first, but they talked about it when they made love. Over time it became her fantasy, too.
Still, it took a long time before she first agreed to go to a bar alone in the hopes of finding someone that might buy her a drink. And almost a year again before she shared pictures of herself on the internet. That public display was the the catalyst for everything to pick up pace.
Elle had gone from tolerating his fantasy to wanting it herself. She liked the thought of no-strings-attached sex. She liked how following through with a permitted infidelity could clarify a dynamic in their marriage. More than that: she liked the power it gave her over her husband.
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Now that he was alone, her husband was having second thoughts. The fantasy of having the woman he was in love with fucking someone else had set his imagination on fire since his first girlfriend. But it had never gone farther than dirty talk.
He was confused. His cock ticked into an almost painful erection but he wasn’t sure if he should touch himself or wait to reclaim her when she came back. The doubt was paralyzing.
The more he thought about it, doubt began creeping in around the edges. Maybe his kink was only pressing on her boundary. Maybe all he really wanted her to always say no. Maybe he couldn’t take a world where she really had the power.
What would happen if Elle went from reluctant to enthusiastic? What if she wanted it too much?
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Meanwhile, Elle checked her lipstick in the backseat of the town car. The leather felt good on her bare legs and she was coming to terms with her husband’s fantasy. A few minutes out from being dropped off she texted him a photo of herself in her gauzy dress.
“Are you sure you want to share me?” it said.
Her husband read the text more anxious and horny than he had every been before in his life. Every fiber in his body ached to thrust into his wife. He wanted her for himself. He didn’t want to give her away. He started typing out a response.
Elle watched the blue dots of his incoming message on instantly as he wrote and then rewrote his reply. Though they’d met in an affair with their previous partners, she had always been faithful to her husband. It had taken a lot for her to agree to tip toe the fantasy into reality and even more to make her to agree to follow through.
“What would you say if I told you I was having second thoughts?” read her husband’s text.
After years of urging her to open her legs for another man, and slowly paving the way to make her comfortable with a new image of her own sexuality, it took a lot of nerve for her husband to have second thoughts now that she was on the way to a stranger’s hotel room.
She was nervous too, of course. She had no idea what to expect after she knocked on that hotel room door, but she was the one living in reality. It took courage to live out such a taboo fantasy. However, if she was going to be honest with herself, she had to admit that she liked that her husband was having second thoughts.
It meant that he was afraid of losing her. It also meant that this was her decision, not his.
She smiled and put her phone away.
The car pulled up at the hotel and Elle got out. She walked past the front desk and straight to the elevators. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and liked what she saw: a confident powerful woman on the hunt for infidelity.
Another text vibrated in her coat pocket. Elle adjusted the fit of the coat to show a little more of her beneath it. The elevator door opened and she got in and rode it to the 7th floor suite her husband had booked for them.
Her heels clicked as she walked down the hallway to appointed doorway. She checked her phone. It was clear her husband was in pain “I’m really not sure” it said.
She typed out the reply that she’d been chewing on since his first text ten minutes ago.
“Remember: You wanted this. It’s too late to go back now. I’m in his room.”
She put her phone away and knocked on the door, ready to make her husband’s fantasy her reality.
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