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It was about two years ago that I started to feel Annie pulling away. It was slight at first, but she was definitely growing distant. It was even more pronounced in our bedroom where our reliable two-to-four couplings per week dropped off to one pity fuck every few weeks when she couldn’t take my begging anymore. Based on how frequently she was charging her toys, it wasn’t that her libido was dead, it was that it was dead with me.
It took a lot of effort, but I finally convinced her that something wasn’t right and we needed some help. The sessions with our therapist, Dr. Donna, were eye-opening. Through her skillful probing, Annie finally admitted that while she loved me, something was missing in the bedroom. An erotic novel that she picked up reminded Annie of her fun, carefree single days before we met. Our bedroom activities had gotten stale and she was missing excitement and spontaneity.
Dr. Donna talked us through our problems and helped us brainstorm solutions first together, and then separately when she felt like we were both holding back. What she said when we came back to meet with Dr. Donna after our solo sessions was enlightening.
“You both are very protective of each other’s emotional well being, which is understandable,” she began. “But, that means you haven’t been fully forthright, either. When we met individually, I asked each of you to relay your sexual fantasies to me and noted where you had overlap – agreement if you will. In reviewing your responses, two things stood out to me.
“One, you both enjoy when other men are sexually attracted to Annie,” Dr. Donna continued. “Annie, you enjoy the confidence boost their gaze inspires while JD, you seem to feel a measure of pride that your wife can still turn heads. Sound about right?”
Annie and I looked at each other briefly before turning and nodding in the direction of our therapist.
“Good,” Dr. Donna plowed ahead. “And two, you both say you get more satisfaction from sexual encounters when Annie takes charge. In fact, when I asked you both to rate your preferred dynamic in the bedroom from one to five, with one being Annie in complete control and five being JD in the power position, you both selected one.”
This all sounded correct to me. I was much more comfortable taking cues from Annie and following her lead. The few times I’d tried to initiate with her had felt like a failure. Either she wasn’t receptive or I bungled things so badly that the entire encounter felt like an embarrassment.
“I would like to have separate sessions with each of you before we meet together again,” Dr. Donna said, looking back and forth at Annie and me. “In those individual sessions, I will relay your spouse’s fantasies and we will have an honest discussion about whether or not you would be willing to act on the other’s desires. It’s important you tell me what your boundaries are so that we can all have a clear understanding of what’s off limits.
“Additionally, I would like to assign some homework to you both,” she continued on, taking off her glasses. “I want you to go to a pickup bar. Both of you dress to impress, but don’t come in as a couple. In fact, you shouldn’t even ride together. Don’t act like you know each other. No coy looks, no subtle winks, nothing. You are just two strangers out for a good time. JD, I want you to position yourself so you can watch Annie, not just to see how she reacts when men approach her, but to protect her as well on the off chance things take a turn. You are not to intervene unless you think she is in real danger, understand?”
“Yes, doctor. I understand,” I responded while nodding my head. Annie reached for my hand, holding it as Dr. Donna pressed on.
“Annie, I want you to be approachable. Flirt with the men that talk to you – if you’re interested, of course – but I need to caution you both. Your relationship is very vulnerable right now. While I’m telling you to flirt, Annie, I am not telling you to do anything beyond that. No kissing, no touching in intimate areas, and definitely don’t disappear with any of these men. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Dr. Donna,” Annie quickly agreed.
“Great, glad to hear it,” Dr. Donna smiled briefly before replacing her glasses and ending the session.
By the time we reached home after our appointment, Annie had already lined up a sitter for Friday night and done some Googling for the best bar for what Dr. Donna recommended. She was clearly energized by the thought of being desired and pursued. Annie even initiated sex that night, which was a pleasant surprise for me.
I did my best not to focus too much on what was to come, but Annie didn’t make it easy. On Wednesday night, she and her free-spirited friend, Barb, went shopping. She came home with several bags, which she left on the bedroom floor as a constant reminder for me. She informed me that she would be home late on Thursday because she had an appointment at her salon for “the works.” She was beaming when she finally arrived Casibom Giriş home, showing off her new, stylish hairdo.
“I want to plan tomorrow night,” she said to me once the kids were finally tucked away in bed.
I grabbed a couple of drinks and joined her on the couch in the living room. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t want Abbi to piece together what’s going on,” she explained, referencing our babysitter. “So, I told her to come at 7:30. I’d like to Uber to the bar before she gets here. You can get her settled before you leave. How does that sound?”
“Ok, I guess,” I replied haltingly. “Isn’t Abbi always late, though? You could be there for an hour before I can get there. I’m supposed to be there to protect you, and I can’t do that if I’m not there.”
“I know,” she agreed. “I thought of that. I told Abbi it’s really important that she shows up on time. I think I figured out how to get my driver to go the long way. Text me when you leave and I’ll make sure I’m there before you, but not too early.”
“Sounds like you’ve got this all figured out,” I said, reaching for her hand. “This is really exciting you, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” she replied a little too quickly and forcefully. “I haven’t gone out to flirt and cut loose in a long time. I think it’s going to be really fun, and then we’ll come home and I’ll jump your bones,” she giggled.
I laughed along with her, but without the same gusto. I knew that this was sanctioned by our doctor, but the butterflies in my stomach didn’t seem to care. I didn’t want to tell Annie that, though, because I hoped her excitement would translate into sex before bed. I was wrong.
Anxiously, I returned home on Friday afternoon to a house radiating with energy. Annie had the music pumping through the house as she flitted around the kitchen making dinner. She hadn’t changed for our night out yet, but she was still a vision of beauty in her jeans and colorful t-shirt.
“Hey baby,” she greeted me with a kiss and a smile. “How was your day?”
“Far too long,” I answered, sliding into my chair at the table. “I have big plans tonight, after all.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” she winked. “Can you go grab the kids? Dinner’s ready.”
Dinner passed slowly. If the kids noticed that I was quiet, they didn’t say anything. Annie picked up my conversational slack, probing them with questions about their day at school. They didn’t really want to talk about their day, but it’s hard to stonewall an inquisitive mom, so eventually she got the answers she was looking for.
“Mom and I are going out tonight,” I piped up during a lull in the conversation. “Abbi will be here to watch you guys and put you to bed.”
That brought the conversation back to life. The kids loved Abbi because she played Super Smash Bros. with them, making her the “fun” babysitter. They started eagerly planning how they were going to crush her in the game while Annie and I looked on, bemused.
Once the kids had gotten their fill and escaped the table, Annie stood up. “Would you mind cleaning up in here while I get ready? It’s going to take me a bit to make myself attractive.”
I snorted in response. “It might take you a while to get dressed, but you, my dear, don’t need any time or effort to be attractive.”
“I know you think so,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers. “But you have to. I’m talking about attractive to others.”
“First of all, I don’t ‘have’ to think you’re beautiful, I just happen to know you are,” I answered, standing and wrapping her in a big hug. “And if you don’t think others agree with me, then you obviously aren’t paying attention.”
She returned my hug, gave me a brief but passionate kiss, then skipped out of the kitchen, leaving me surrounded by dirty dishes. While I rinsed and stacked plates and cups, my mind wandered. What would the night bring? I knew she would get approached, but would it be men she liked? Would it be creeps? Would I have to step in and protect her? Could I? I finally snapped back awake when I realized I was washing the same plate for the 3rd time.
When the kitchen was cleaned up, I wandered aimlessly through the house, finally settling in my chair to watch some TV and kill time. I was just starting to get into the show when I heard the telltale click-clack of heels on the hardwood floor. I turned and my jaw dropped.
Annie was wearing a brand new little black dress which accentuated her hourglass figure. It hugged her curves so well, I was sure there was no way she could be wearing panties. It was shorter than what she normally wore, falling a couple inches above her knees. The top showed a decent amount of cleavage, but it was definitely sexy rather than slutty. The heeled leather boots cradled her calves, giving the impression that she was taller than her 5’2″ height.
After my eyes roamed across her body, they finally reached her face. Her makeup was lightly done and the blonde Casibom bonus curls cascaded down to her shoulders. Despite how gorgeous she looked, apprehension was written all over her face. I could tell she was nervous about what I thought.
“Wow,” I gasped. “You look amazing.”
“Are you sure?” she asked with uncertain eyes.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” I replied a little louder than I intended.
Annie quickly scanned the room for the kids, then seeing none, burst out laughing. “Ok you naughty dad, go get dressed. My ride will be here in 15 minutes.”
I gave her ass a squeeze as I walked by on my way to our bedroom. She’d laid an outfit on the bed for me, which I appreciated. There were black pants, a baby blue button down, and a new pair of satin boxers with the tags still attached on the bed. After stripping down, I snipped off the tags and slid the slippery boxers up into place. The pants and shirt quickly followed. A brief trip into the bathroom to run a comb through my hair and I was ready to go.
I had barely returned to the living room when Annie’s Uber pulled up out front.
“Ok, I’ll see you there,” Annie said, grabbing her purse. “Don’t run out the door on Abbi when she gets here, but don’t take too long, either. Wish me luck!”
I gave Annie a good luck kiss on her forehead so I wouldn’t mess up her lipstick, and then she was gone. Almost immediately after the Uber pulled out of our driveway, Abbi pulled in. She came bounding up to the house and was greeted by two very excited – and very chatty – kids.
Somehow, I was able to convey the order of events amid the chaos and I was able to leave much earlier than anticipated. Lady luck was on my side because I hit every light perfectly and made great time getting to the bar. The parking lot was filling up when I got there, but there were still plenty of spots to be had. Less than 20 minutes after Annie left our house, I was seated at the end of the bar, unsuccessfully scanning the room looking for her.
I was just about to text her when the door opened and Annie breezed into the bar. She strutted in with confidence – though her expressive eyes told me she was faking it – and walked right past me to the opposite end of the bar. I enjoyed watching several heads turn as she passed until she claimed the middle of three empty barstools.
The bartender, who hadn’t stopped by to get my order yet, hurried down to her. After a little small talk, he turned, poured her a glass of white wine, then quickly placed the drink in front of her. Annie thanked him with a smile, sampled the wine, and then gave him a wink of approval.
I knew it wouldn’t take long for men to approach her, but I didn’t expect it to happen before she’d had her second sip of wine. She politely, but swiftly, sent away the first handful of men that approached. Most of them weren’t her type, so her disinterest wasn’t a surprise. One man physically seemed to be what she liked but, as she told me later, he’d doused himself with body spray. She couldn’t send him away fast enough.
Just when I was beginning to think the night was going to be a bust, a distinguished-looking gentleman took the seat to the left of her. He was well dressed and exuded a quiet confidence. Annie quickly fell into a deep conversation with him.
I watched like a hawk from across the bar as she flirted with her suitor. Annie had a radiant smile on her face as they chatted, giggling occasionally and gently running her fingers through his salt and pepper hair at one point.
My emotions were all over the place. I was both aroused, jealous, and anxious as their casual touches became more frequent. Her hand on his arm. His hand on her shoulder. Annie leaning in to say something in his ear. When he signaled to the bartender for another round, I knew she wasn’t sending him away any time soon. When a fresh glass of wine was placed before her, she lifted it with her left hand to drink. It was the first time I realized that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.
I was starting to get uncomfortable – not with what Annie was doing, but with the two beers wanting to exit my system. I started splitting my focus between my flirtatious wife and trying to catch the eye of the bartender. When I finally snagged his attention he slowly made his way over.
“I need to use the head,” I nearly shouted to be heard over the music and din of the crowd. “What’s the best way to save my seat?”
“Put your coaster over your drink,” he instructed, handing me a bar towel, “and drape this over the back of your chair. Better hurry, though. You might lose your view,” he teased, looking over at my wife.
As instructed, I put the coaster and towel in place and rushed off to the bathroom. I went around the bar so I wouldn’t be in Annie’s sightline as I walked towards her, but it allowed me to get a better look at the guy chatting her up. Even though he was sitting on a barstool, it was obvious Casibom güvenilir mi? he was tall and fit. I suddenly was very aware of the extra 20 pounds I was toting around my midsection.
Their chairs were turned towards each other. Annie’s left leg was crossed over her right, but it was also resting against the inside of his right leg. It was surprisingly intimate and I looked away, not because I couldn’t bear to watch, but because it felt like I was violating her privacy.
I did my business as quickly as I could, then retraced my steps back towards my seat. Despite walking in Annie’s periphery, she never so much as acknowledged me as I hurried past. Fortunately, the bartender’s seat saving tactics worked, returning me to my perch with a view.
“Wife or girlfriend?” the bartender asked when delivering a fresh pint.
“What?” I replied, not wanting to have this conversation.
“It’s obvious you love her,” he said, leaning in. “I see it all the time. You guys come in separately, you watch her flirt to spice things up, then you go home to bang it out. She’s not wearing a ring, but that doesn’t mean anything, so I asked if she’s your wife or girlfriend.”
“Wife,” I said softly, bringing the glass up to my lips. “Since you have us all figured out, what happens next?”
He looked over, studying her for a moment, before turning back to me. “This is your first time, so she’ll go home with you tonight. Just chatting with Joe down there will get her engine running. That might be enough for her for now, but soon, that won’t be enough. She’ll want – no, need – more. It will start with touching and kissing, but that will get old too. If you do this little game a few more times, she’s going to want to go all the way.
“See those guys over my right shoulder?” he asked. I looked, there was a table of three mid-20s guys who were quietly surveying the establishment. “They’re locked in on her already. If they see her here a couple more times, they’ll pounce. You and the misses need to decide if this is a game for you two or something more. If I’m wrong and the flirting is enough for her, go to different bars every time so she doesn’t get a reputation as a tease. If I see you back here in the next couple of weeks, though, I’ll assume you’re looking to go farther. Hell, do that and I’m gonna shoot my shot.”
He wiped down the bar in front of me, then turned away before I could pick my jaw back up off the floor. Turning my attention back to my wife, her rosy cheeks told me that she was feeling no pain. I knew I had to get her out of here soon or she’d be ready to go way beyond the boundaries that Dr. Donna had set for us.
When the man I now knew as Joe wandered away for a second, I texted Annie.
JD: Hey beautiful. Having fun?
Annie: So much fun
JD: That’s great. You look so alive
Annie: Really?
JD: Oh yes
Annie: He’s very sweet and easy to talk to
JD: Good. Staying within Dr. Donna’s boundaries?
Annie: I’m being a good girl lol
JD: It’s getting late. We need go home soon for Abbi
Annie: I know. Give me like 10 min then call me. I’ll meet you outside after, k?
I gave her message a “thumbs up,” made note of the time, and signaled for my tab. Joe returned and they slipped right back into their conversation. I actually gave them 11 minutes before I made the call. It was far too loud to really hear each other, but when I saw her gesture to her companion that she needed to go, I headed for the door.
It felt like an eternity before Annie joined me in the parking lot. A huge smile spread across her face as she took my hand and we silently strolled to the car. Like a gentleman, I held the door for her. She traced her fingers across the front of my pants as she slid into the passenger seat. I scrambled around the car, wanting to hurry home before the effects of the wine wore off.
“Tell me about it,” I instructed as I pulled onto the road.
“It was…wonderful,” she gushed. “I had convinced myself that I was going to sit all alone all night until we finally pulled the plug. Getting approached by so many guys was a real confidence boost. And then Joe…he was so smooth, so sexy. It was hard for me to keep my hands to myself,” she giggled, then, realizing what she said, turned to me. “Is that too much for you to hear?”
I made a big show of adjusting my hardening cock in my pants before answering. “No, I want you to tell me the truth, even if you think it might hurt my feelings. I’d rather know than be left in the dark. If you didn’t have Dr. Donna’s rules, what would you have done?”
“Well, I really wanted to kiss him,” she replied wistfully. “I kept looking at his lips when he talked. They looked so soft, I just wanted to see what they felt like. I bet he’s a really good kisser.”
I glanced over. She was lost in the excitement of the night. Lust was written all over her face. I reached over, sliding my hand up under the hem of her dress, rubbing her thigh. As I approached her pussy, I could feel the heat radiating from it. She spread her legs, giving me easy access as my fingers approached. I expected to feel her bush, but to my surprise, it was almost all gone.
“They took care of me at the salon,” she said as my fingers roamed over her nearly hairless mound. “I’ll show you later.”
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