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"Let's go on a date night." Sally said.

"Aren't we... A little old to be dating...?" I answers, somewhat distracted by the TV.

It took me several seconds to realise what my mouth had said. Too late. Words were out and heard and I was in hot water. My wife had not wanted to hear those words.

Rather frostily, she said "Ah. So you don't want to be seen out with me?"

Shit, this was worse than I thought. I'd already lost this discussion and I knew it. Damage control.

"No, darling. Of course, I'd love to go out with you. Where shall we go?"

She was still pissed off. But she said she'd make the arrangements for this Saturday night.

It wasn't that I wasn't keen to be seen out with her, just that I didn't like going out at all. With anyone. I'd always been an introvert, and Sally was far more gregarious. She made friends easily and enjoyed being sociable. It's said that introverts lose energy when they're with other people, and that was me all over. People like my wife gain energy. We knew that about each other of course, and I was dimly aware things had been my side of the socialising compromise for a long time.

We're both 39. Sally is blonde, 5'2" and does a couple of exercise classes every week. She's fussy about her diet, but I had to admit she did look damned good in lycra and could easily pass for 30. The years haven't been quite so good to me. I've put on some weight and started to go bald.

Sally gave me the cold shoulder for the next couple of days, but started to get excited about our night as her plans came together. She wouldn't tell me anything, but I could see she was bubbling over with excitement.

As Saturday evening rolled around, Sally took a long bath and got dressed. I wandered into our bedroom to throw my usual "smart casual" chinos and jumper on, and I was surprised to see Sally slipping a very nice black dress down over some sexy white underwear and stockings. On the bed was a bag from Victoria Secret, so I was instantly aroused, knowing that she'd made an extra special effort and that I'd be getting lucky tonight. She sat down at the dresser and started putting on her jewellery and perfume.

It took me less than two minutes to change, and I stood by her and asked "Is this okay?" She glanced at me and shrugged - "Sure, it doesn't really matter."

I was a little surprised at her manner, but took it at face value. Perhaps we were going somewhere that chinos and a jumper worked really well?

Sally had booked our usual baby sitter, Sanda - a rather gawky teenager who hadn't yet grown into herself - and she turned up on time to look after our two kids. Sally dealt with her and we walked towards the door just as a taxi drew up. We got in and sat back as the driver took off. We didn't say anything to him, so obviously my wife had booked the destination.

I made some compliment and stroked Sally's thigh - quite accessible as the little black dress was quite short, but she nudged my hand away. I was a little surprised, given how much effort she'd put into making herself nice for me, but sat back and listened to the car radio as the driver took us into town and pulled up at the main hotel. I hadn't been here before, but it's not that big a town and this was the most expensive one. I gulped inwardly at what dining here might cost, but smiled and said "Good choice". Sally rather coldly looked at me and said "I haven't always made good choices, but tonight might change that." before heading for reception. I was starting to get worried about her manner, it wasn't the warm and loving wife I was used to.

Sally spoke to the girl and said "I have a room booked for tonight - Sally Jones". This threw me as that's not our surname, but the receptionist handed Sally a key card with a number on it, and rather than heading for the dining room, Sally led us upstairs to a bedroom.

"Jones..?" I asked when we were alone.

"It was the first name that came to mind when I made the booking," she said.

Clearly Sally had a plan here, and my part was to fit in with it. I assumed this was some sort of role playing - a clandestine affair with me pretending to be some romeo. Sally opened door number 25 and led me into a reasonably nice hotel room. It was clean and fairly large.

"What's the plan, Sally?" I asked. "Are we sleeping here tonight?"

Finally Sally smiled, the first time since we'd left home.

"Ooh, probably not sleeping, darling...", her voice heavy with sensual meaning, she kissed me lightly and said, "Now, get naked, lover boy"

"Aren't we going to eat first...?" I asked, confused.

"Naked, I said," her voice getting harder.

I shucked off my clothes and rather awkwardly stood in front of my wife, who still wore her dress and secrets from Victoria.

"Sit down," she gestured to the heavy armchair in one corner.

I did so as Sally opened her handbag and brought out some lengths of what looked like soft cotton rope.

I gulped. Bondage hadn't really been something we'd tried before. silivri escort Actually, our sex life was fairly mundane, come to think about it, but it seemed to be about to change. I felt my penis start to thicken as my hind brain reacted.

Sally knelt in front of me and carefully, almost, lovingly, tied one arm to the chair, then the next, then both legs. I sat, meek and mild, eyes closed and breathing in her perfume. My erection was ready. I was ready. And eager. A blindfold of what felt like silk was put over my eyes and tied behind my head, quite securely. I was now immobile and blind, but I could hear and smell my wife close. I felt her lips ever so gently kiss the end of my penis as it jerked upwards in response. Lastly, she placed a gag over my mouth. Then she moved away and I heard her sit on the bed a few feet away.

"Brian," she began, "Listen to me, please. I've got somewhat bored with our life over the past twenty years, and I think I deserve some fun before I'm too old."

I nodded. I was looking forwards to a little fun too. I wondered what was next.

"I said to you that I wanted a date night, and I could tell you weren't keen, so I've made plans. Have you heard of Tinder, Brian? It's a phone app that puts you in touch with all kinds of people. They say it's for dating, but most people use it to hook up. Well, I tried it out this week and have already found a friend. He's going to be here in a few minutes and then he's going to take me downstairs and treat me to dinner."

I could feel my brow furrowing as I tried to understand what she was saying. Friend? Tinder? Hook up? Dinner?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Ah, right on time. I sent him my room number earlier. You sit tight, my lovely - I'll be back in a couple of hours or so."

I heard her stand up and move to the door. I could hear the light switch click and the door open and closed. I listened for any sounds. I could hear footsteps receding down the carpeted hall outside, and I knew then that I was alone in this strange hotel room. My wife of twenty years, the mother of our two children had gone downstairs for dinner with... who?

I was now a little worried. Although I didn't like going out, I only liked being left in on my own terms - not tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. I tried to shift my arms and legs, but Sally had clearly got some knot-tying skills I was unaware of. The ropes were soft, but long enough to be looped around my limbs several times, securely fixing them to the chair. I tried jerking my body and actually managed to shuffle the chair around a little, but I didn't know where I was going and it did nothing to loosen my binds. I stopped before I toppled and put myself in an even worse situation.

I wondered how much time had passed. Ten minutes? Fifteen? No way to tell.

My mind satisfied itself that there was no escape and my thoughts turned to Sally. This really was most unlike her. I didn't think she'd ever been unfaithful in our marriage. But slow down - no reason to suppose she was being unfaithful now. Just dinner, right? With a new friend? But she had said "hook up" and "he". What did "hook up" mean anyway? Was it to meet and have fun with? A kiss? I tried to rack my brains but I'd never really followed the dating scene or kept up with modern terms. Sally and I had known each other from childhood and we'd only ever known each other sexually.

Maybe that was the problem?

No, that couldn't be it. She was playing a joke. She'd be downstairs with one of her girlfriends, laughing together at my predicament.

I relaxed slightly, that was it. She'd be back shortly and let me out. We'd laugh and have fun and she'd let me make love to her, maybe even tie her up on the bed?

I could feel my cock starting to rise again, and my mouth smiled behind the gag. I tried listening for her familiar footsteps outside.

Strange as it might seem, I think I actually fell asleep like that. I woke with a start, drool dripping slowly around the gag and onto my stomach. I could feel from the aches in my body that some time had passed, possibly hours, but of course there was no way to tell. Listening, I could hear faint traffic sounds from outside and the low hum of an air conditioner somewhere, but that was it. I was hungry and my bladder was starting to feel some pressure.

I was starting to get annoyed now and tried fighting my bonds again, but nothing doing. I was there until someone untied me. What time did the maids clean the rooms? After 10am? If Sally didn't return I was in for a very long wait.

Just then I heard footsteps. They stopped at the door and I heard the key card slide through the lock and the bolt click back. A movement of air signified someone had entered and I heard the light click on again.

"Damn...", said a low, slow and very deep man's voice. He's clearly seen me. I felt relieved but also acutely embarrassed.

Sally's laugh. She was drunk and happy. It had been şirinevler escort some time since I'd heard that particular combination and despite everything, she sounded sexy. I mentally pictured her in the little black dress standing in front of me.

"Sorry baby," she said, "I didn't mean to stay out so late but James here took me dancing. We had a lot of fun! Oh, I know you don't like dancing, but James does and he's very good at it - especially the slow numbers!" and giggled.

The man, who was clearly James, laughed slowly too. "You've sure got a nice body, Sally, and I did like exploring it over that pretty dress."

I heard kissing! He was bloody well kissing my wife! She moaned and I could tell she was only a few feet away.

Again, I tried thrashing around and shouting, but the only noise I could make was a very muted "Mmmff!"

The kissing noises stopped and Sally spoke softly, "What's that dear? Did you want to say something? You've got to speak up, baby."

I mumbled around the gag and James laughed softly again. He said "So, he's just going to sit there and listen?"

"Oh, I think he's enjoying it," said Sally. "Baby, put your hand up if you want me to stop"

Again, their laugh. They were mocking me. I was angry but helpless.

"Sorry man," James addressed me. "I'm going to fuck your wife and I guess you ain't got no choice but to listen. Just you sit there and hear what a sexy girl you have here. She told me about you and that you're not so blessed downstairs, and that you hardly last five minutes when you do get things going. Sally told me she's not had an orgasm with you for a decade. Man, that's just sad. A prime piece of woman like this and you're not worshiping her every night? Sorry chap, I don't like doing this to you, but I think I'm about to like doing this to Sally. She needs some love, man."

I heard material move and I guessed Sally was removing her little black dress. I knew that James was feasting his eyes on her creamy white curves, accentuated by the expensive new lingerie. I could hear kissing again, and more material moving.

"Oh my god..." whispered Sally. "You're huge, and so muscled". I guessed James was now naked. From his voice I figured he was black, and the deepness suggested he was tall. But I didn't think that was the kind of "big" Sally meant.

There were more kissing noises. I imagined them embracing and his hands making stark contrast to her pale skin as they roamed her back and buttocks. Then he moaned and said "Oh yeah, baby". This threw me - how was he speaking so clearly if they were kissing? The noises were there.

OH MY GOD! She was sucking his dick!

She never did that for me. Never. Not once. Said it was "dirty" and that "good girls didn't". Fuck! She was clearly not being a good girl tonight! Fuck!

I was really angry at her now. Not just this betrayal, but also sucking another man's dick when she wouldn't mine. Envy washed over me.

Then, as slobbery sucking noises slipped into my ears, I realised something else. I was hard. I mean, really hard. My cock ached and I could feel it throbbing. I was enjoying this sick performance in darkness. I actually longed for one of my hands to be freed, not so I could escape, but so I could stroke my penis and relieve some of the pressure building in it. My bladder was now quite full and pressing on my prostrate, making things even worse.

The slobbering noises stopped and I heard what could only be satin knickers being slid down shaved thighs.

"Here, honey" said Sally's voice as I felt the thin gossamer of her underwear land on my groin. I could barely feel it but it made the arousal twice as strong and twice as unbearable.

More bed noises and I heard my wife's faint "Mmmmhhhmm". I knew that sound, she only made it when I entered her, so James must have his cock inside of her. The second cock she had ever known.

A slow but increasing rhythm started. I heard the sounds of sex and now, despite the gag, the smells of sex. I could smell my wife's arousal. And hear it. "Schlip-schlip-schlip" as an unknown man's penis thrust back and forth in her velvet sheath.

Sally was moaning in ecstasy - and to my shame I'd never heard her this stimulated. Her breath came quicker and quicker and she went "oooh!" quietly and held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she orgasmed. James paused to let her recover some breath, but soon enough started again - this time harder, faster and with more force. Again, Sally orgasmed - much louder this time, almost yelping in the strength of it.

A deep grunt from James and the bed stopped apart from faint shivers. I knew he was climaxing, shooting seed deep into my wife just a few feet from me. She gave another little "ooh" as one last orgasm escaped her and I could hear her shivering from the hard fucking this strange man had given her.

In the silence that followed, broken only by their ragged breathing as it slowed, I realised I had also şişli escort climaxed. The silk panties laying on my penis were sticky and heavier, and my erection wilting.

I tried to process what had happened in this few still minutes. My darling wife had just fucked a stranger in a hotel room in front of me without my consent. Yet... I enjoyed it? Why did I enjoy it? I couldn't answer that, but I'd had one of the strongest orgasms of my own life without any physical stimulus.

I could hear kissing noises again. Soft, gentle.

"Wait a moment," said Sally. I heard her get up from the bed and take the two steps to my chair.

Hands around my head as she undid my blindfold and light flooded in.

I blinked rapidly to ease the pain of the lights, although it was only the two bedside lights that were on - I'd been in darkness for so long even that was painful.

In front of me was Sally, leaning forwards completely naked. She looked at me concerned, and interested - with her head to one side. She looked down and saw my shame and that made her smile softly. Tenderly, she spoke to me.

"Darling - if I remove the gag, you're not going to shout or scream or do anything silly, are you?"

I looked past her. A large, no - a VERY large black man was lying on the bed, propping himself up on one arm. The guy was massive, with a body like weightlifter. His skin tone was that really dark ebony that seems to absorb light, and only the faint glistening of sweat highlighted his muscles. I guessed he was in his early 20s. He smiled contentedly at me. He was confident in that easy, smooth way really powerful men know their worth. He knew he was better than me and I knew it too.

I shook my head at Sally. No, I wasn't going to do anything silly. Not only could this guy ball me up and throw me through a basketball hoop, I found that I didn't actually want to. What was done was done. Nobody had been seriously hurt.

She gently removed my gag and wiped my spittle up with it before placing a little kiss on my mouth. I tried not to think where those lips had so recently been.

If I expected Sally to undo my ropes too, I was disappointed. She winked and stepped back and onto the bed. Immediately she went to James and kissed him deeply on the mouth. I could see what I was imagining and it was just as erotic if not more. Indeed, the contrast between the two skin colours was just beautiful as his hands explored her body - her creamy breasts encircled by these enormous black hands that gently squeezed and caressed them. I could see Sally's nipples now, and they were sticking out like Scammel wheel nuts - as if any more proof of her arousal was needed. Likewise, her white skin against his back as she stroked his muscles was poetry.

She had chosen well, I could see that. I was strangely proud that my wife could catch such a perfect specimen of manhood.

He pushed her back onto the bed and positioned himself to enter her. For the first time I could see his penis and it was indeed big. A good eight inches long and several thick, at least double mine however you measured it. No wonder I'd failed to bring my wife to orgasm - she needed a decent cock, and the engine to drive it. I watched from my armchair as this python pushed at her vagina, entranced as her vulva opened like a flower to accept it. Amazed at how smoothly he entered her, even though it was so soon after their first fuck. I was mesmerised by her full breasts, flattened slightly by gravity, swirled around in response to his firm thrusts.

They made love lazily, each reacting to the others sensations and responses. Sally sometimes looked at me over James' shoulder and held eye contact as he claimed her again. Her eyes deep and unreadable, but I knew she was savouring both the feelings of this man inside her and the knowledge of the power they both had over me. Our marriage would never be the same. We both knew she had this deep desire, a need, and that it would never again be kept suppressed. She needed this, and strangely, I knew I needed this too. I needed to watch. I needed to know that the woman I loved was satisfied, and that I was proud to have been present.

James pulled his cock out of my wife and turned her over, easily lifting her into the doggy position, her facing me. He thrust inside her, deeper now, and she orgasmed whilst looking straight at me. He built his tempo and Sally's breasts swung down and around as her hands grasped the bed covers as she pushed back against him. Amazing how she could take that massive tool. Although I had seen it enter her this second time, it only just now occurred to me that he wasn't wearing a condom. Sally took no birth control and insisted that I wear a rubber during those occasional times we had sex. I was curiously accepting of this new fact - as if so many shocks had drained me of anything but peace. Whatever would happen would happen - had possibly already happened. Was Sally ovulating? Was she fertile right now? I didn't know, but it was out of my control so I went with it.

With a grunt, James thrust deeper than ever before into the mother of our children and let go another flood of seed into her womb. He held her tightly, her own orgasm making her quiver for stretched out seconds until she finally passed out and had he not grasped her around her stomach, she would have flopped downwards.