Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Jesus
It’s been a few days since our revelation.
Jessica thought I went mad. At first she thought it was a test, that I was gauging how faithful she was to me. I kept comforting her, making sure she understood I wasn’t doing anything of the sort. I was the one who asked. She answered honestly. I couldn’t punish her for that.
We made love a few more times after that day. Each time, in the throes of passion, I’d throw the idea out again. I’d talk about another man. A bull. Someone stronger, rougher, meaner in all the ways she secretly wanted. It pushed buttons I never thought of before.
She came every time I rode her hard. Her body would lock around me, her nails biting into my back, her mouth open with sounds I had never pulled from her before. All because I whispered about someone else fucking her.
Admitting that was what she desperately wanted should have destroyed me. Instead, it made me so fucking aroused I could barely think.
I didn’t know why, but I wanted it. The thought made me jealous. Angry. Sick to my stomach. Then I’d picture Jessica under a big, dominant bastard, taking what I’d always treated gently, and my cock would betray every decent thought in my head.
I delicately approached the issue. She relented at last. I told her I loved her. I told her she was mine. I told her this could be for us.
* * *
One evening after work, we trawled through the internet looking for someone suitable.
I held her hand as we surfed several websites, incognito.
We created profiles on sites for swingers and hotwives.
It was like a new world to me. Before now, I was perfectly satisfied with our sex life.
I assumed extracurricular activities were just excuses to legitimise cheating.
Now I was helping my wife find a man to fuck her.
Loads of guys messaged us. Most were quite douchey, saying how much they wanted Jessica as if wanting her made them special.
There were several nice guys too, but Jessica wasn’t interested.
Once she got used to the idea, she started getting more involved.
It was her fantasy after all. Might as well let her get the most out of it.
We were like that for several nights, surfing unsuccessfully. At least it had an added benefit. Jessica would end up so horny she would always start with a blowie for me, and that always led to head for her.
* * *
I got a notification that we received an email from a guy named Faro.
He thought Jessica was gorgeous and hoped he was suitable for what we wanted. He had an image attached to the email, and when we clicked on it, Jessica’s mouth dropped.
Faro was a tall athletic man. He had an easy smile and wore a very well-fitting suit. He looked calm and confident, like he already knew he belonged anywhere he walked in. I could tell by the way Jessica looked at him that he was the one for her.
I typed a quick reply, telling him we were interested. He returned my message about an hour later.
Faro wasn’t just a guy looking for a fuck. He was a professional escort of sorts, specialising in role plays. He sent us a private, invitation-only link to his website.
Christ.
It was a tasteful website. Faro was a premium member there, and we had to pay to play.
I wanted to forget about it. I wasn’t going to pay a guy to fuck my gorgeous wife.
“Let’s find someone else,” I said.
“Baby, wait,” Jessica replied. “At least check it out. I don’t think it’s a scam.”
I sighed and relented. I could never say no to my wife.
We looked deeper into it and learned Faro offered an in-depth fantasy package.
Anything we wanted realised, he would assess and decide if he could provide.
I was taken aback by how professional he was.
He wasn’t fazed when we explained what Jessica wanted.
He said he’d get back to us in a few days with some ideas.
* * *
When Faro got back to us, he offered an intense fantasy package with his friend Omarion.
One thousand dollars.
I almost choked at the price tag.
Jessica didn’t seem to mind. We were making good money, so the cost wasn’t her priority.
The experience was.
Truth be told, I didn’t know what to expect. All we were told was to go to an address for the weekend. He made it extremely clear, repeating himself several times, that Jessica was in complete control at all times. It was all her show. Not even I had that power, as far as Faro was concerned.
He told Jessica to remember the safe word, Pineapple. The moment that word came out of her mouth, everything would end. Minus expenses, we would be refunded too. Completion of the contract depended entirely on Jessica’s satisfaction.
Faro certainly thought things through.