Chapter 2: The Agreement

She was never the same after that night. Things were different with me too. My fantasies had been given a new energy. I loved that she had been there and seen all that, and most of all that it had turned her on. We began talking nastier to each other during sex and enjoying it more.

One night she had me dance for her in the bedroom, and while I did, she crawled up to me on all fours and began licking and sucking on my cock. She tugged on it like a puppy nursing a tit. I couldn't help but think, that she was doing to me, what she had wanted to do to the dancers that night of the party.

She and Tonya became very good friends. She and Tonya began going out for 'girls night out' every other Wed. night.

Then a few weeks later, one morning after she'd been out with Tonya the night before, she asked me if I would meet her after work. "Let's meet for a few drinks at the Martini Club." She said.

We'd not been out for drinks in ages.

I had been there once, with an out-of-town client. It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar, mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side, restaurant on the other.

I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-the-way booth, private and secluded. She walked in looking great, dressed uncharacteristically in a black sexy dress and sunglasses. I stood up. We hugged. I complemented her on looking extraordinary and she complemented me on my new shirt.

We had a few drinks and were having a nice, relaxed, romantic time. She was nervously going through her drinks like a weed eater, especially since neither of us really drank that much these days.

Then after she found her courage she 'out of the blue', looked me in the eye and said. "Tom, I have a proposal for you."

I sat my drink down. She slid her hands over mine. I had no idea what was on her mind. I quickly found out, as she mustered her courage and fumbled right to the point.

"I want to give you something!" She said.

I looked at her sexy eyes as she spoke, trying to see what was going on. "What?" I asked.

"What is your favorite fantasy?" She asked. "You know! The one that you have tried to get me to do for years?"

I knew, but for some reason didn't want to say. I'd been let down too many times.

"Now come on!" She said, lifting one eyebrow. "We know what you have always wanted me to do. Now tell me what your biggest fantasy is."

Slowly it came out. "For you to have sex with another man?" I dug it from the deepest part of my throat.

She leaned forward, smiling. The drinks had given her a nice buzz. "Do you still want me to suck on another cock for you, and maybe let you watch?

In one giant beat, my heart felt it had leapt out of my chest. It was beating so hard; I felt she could hear it. Her words caught me completely off guard!

She never talked like this, never teased me like this and especially about this subject. And she sounded serious. I was so excited and turned on to hear it that I couldn't quite speak. At the same, completely terrified instant, I was in total fear from this drastic change in my wife. Had she found a lover? Was I about to loose her?

I went from a light happy husband having fun with my wife, instantly to a turned on, complete, bundle of nerves.

"Just tell me, 'Yes' or 'No'. Do you still want it?" She asked.

What was going on here? I didn't know how to answer. My heart was still pounding as her 'out of nowhere' question waited for the answer. She looked into my eyes for my reply.

"Yes." I said from the reflex of wanting it for so long.

"Would you be jealous if I enjoyed it?" She asked.

"Yes. Probably." I said.

"If it makes you jealous would you want me to stop?" She asked.

"No." I said. "I would want you to enjoy yourself." I heard myself say.

"You would want me to enjoy myself and make you jealous then, no matter what?" Is that what you're saying?" She asked.

I looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed to answer. I held my drink in both hands. "Yea, that is what would excite me most, you enjoying it, no matter what."

"And you think you could handle it?" She asked.

"Oh yea, I think I could."

"Goooood! But you'd better know you could." She said lifting my hand to her lips and kissing it lovingly. "That would make it easier for me to give you what you want. And I do want to give you your fantasy!" I knew she could see the flushness in my face as she said it.

"You do?" I asked sheepishly in shock. "But..."

"But nothing!" She said. "There is one thing though. We have to go by the rules."

"Rules?" I asked.

She turned and opened her purse, fumbling as she pulled out some paper.

"The only way this can work," She said. "is if you agree to the rules". She said with a taunting smile.

She already had this planned out. She pushed the page to my side of the table. I finished my drink with a strong sip and held up two fingers to our waiter. I needed a refill and quickly.