Since joining KB, I’ve posted a few fictional stories, along with some true sex stories that have happened to me in my lifetime. My fictional stories can best be described as “Reluctant Wife”, not in a rape kind of way, but where, on the husbands urging, she partakes but soon finds herself in over her head and things have gone further than she might have planned.
A couple of weeks ago, Michelle asked why I haven’t been on KB lately. I mentioned that I’ve been busy with work and stuff around the house. Also, there’s the addition to our family, our adopted 3 year old. Plus, during the summer evenings I’m mainly outside until sundown. But, I went on to explain, that while at work I do occasionally enter the site to lurk.
She suggested that I should try writing a story. I confessed to her that I had already written some fictional stories and posted them to the forum. At first she was baffled as to why I would not have told her that. I fumbled a lame excuse and she thought I was being silly. The real reason I had never told her was, well to put it simply, because they’re ‘wife’ stories. Then I further explained to her the subject matter of my stories.
“They’re about me,” she asked.
“No, they just involve a husband and wife.”
She then said she wanted to read them.
We went to her computer and I logged into my profile page where links to my stories are. I also book-marked the page so she could return to the site easily. She said she’d read them when she got a chance. She then noticed the “Show the last posts of this user” and asked if I would mind if she also read my posts. I told her that I had no problem with it. The worst she might come across was losing my boo cherry to Becca.
So, I showed her how to navigate the site to read my past posts. I also told her to feel free to respond as much as she’d like, but to sign her name so everyone would know it was her and not me.
So Michelle spent the first part of last week reading my fictional wife stories. She was very surprised of the subject matter and asked me why I had never mentioned this turn-on to her before. I explained that though I never came right out and told her of my enjoyment described in the stories, I had hinted at it, but not in a way that my stories played out. As an example, I referenced the time she and I were out on our friend Warren’s boat and I talked her into sunbathing topless while we were in the middle of the lake. I also brought up our recent trip to Miami where I requested she sunbathe topless on the beach in public, which never happened due to the chilly weather and the fact that no other woman was topless on the beach.
In our conversation, I also mentioned one of my favorite stories of all time that has the same theme as my stories. It’s called
"Bonnie Loses a Bet" in directory 11 of KA. It’s a story of a guy making his wife flash a waiter and later in the night he ties her to their bed and has their neighbor come in and the husband exposes her to him. Michelle asked to read it and I put it up on her computer. I also had her read the follow up story, “Bonnie’s First Coupon.”
Late Wednesday evening we were sitting on the couch in the family room. She was watching the television and I was reading from my Kindle. She muted the TV and asked me a question that floored me.
“If I agree to allowing you to expose me to Warren, do you honestly think you could go through with it?”
I lowered the Kindle and looked at her. Was this a trick question, I wondered. My mind raced, but at the same time, so did my heart. If I answered yes, she might get pissed. If I answered no, my greatest fantasy might never come true. No guts, no glory, I thought.
“With it being Warren? Yes, I would.”
“He’s already seen me boobs. Would it be that big of a turn on for you to let him see me completely naked?”
About four summers ago we were on Warren’s boat in Lake St. Clair. We all had a good buzz going and I jokingly suggested to Michelle that she should sun bathe topless. After a few minutes of egging her on, she removed her top exposing her A-cup breasts. A moment later, to prevent herself from burning, she applied suntan lotion to her breasts. Warren and I watched as her nipples hardened. Warren had told me later his dick got as hard as a rock. Michelle had said it was a bit of turn on for her and thoughts were swirling through her head of a possible three some, but figured it was mainly the alcohol causing her to think like that.
“Without question. It would be a huge turn on,” I answered.
“Have you ever showed him the pictures of me?”
Years back we had taken some nude pictures of Michelle. The camera is a hobby of mine. I have numerous tastily done pictures. Nothing raunchy.
“No. Of course not. Never,” I answered.
I waited for her to respond. She didn’t. Instead she hit the unmute button on the TV, as though to drop the conversation.
“Why are you asking?”
She hit the mute again. “Would you want him to have sex with me, too, like in that story that I read with the neighbor?” The ‘Bonnie loses a bet’ story is what she was referring to.
Another trick question, I wondered. No guts, no glory.
“Well, I’ve thought about it. I think because…” I paused. “If the…” I paused again, trying my best to get my words out right without stammering like an idiot. She was staring at me. I looked at her and said, “Every time I’ve read that story I get hard as a rock imagining you as Bonnie. So, my answer would have to be yes.”
Her expression never changed and she stared at me.
I continued, “As long as you didn’t have a problem with it, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.”
No reaction what so ever. She hit the unmute button and resumed watching her HGTV House Hunters program.
I stared at her. She could feel me looking at her.
She then said something that made me almost cum in my pants right then, “If I agree, you have to make it seem like I didn’t agree to it.” She paused, “But if the time comes and I say no, you have to stop.”
“Are you serious,” I said. I could not believe that my wife was even considering this. She was thinking about allowing me to expose her to my best friend and possibly get fucked by him.
She hesitated for a moment before saying, “I was trying to put myself in this Bonnie’s situation, of what must have been going through her mind. Letting a man see her against her will. It was scary yet…” She paused. “…exciting. If it was Warren, I think I could handle it, but probably not the intercourse when the time actually came, if it were to go that far. I trust Warren completely, so maybe.”
“We can have a signal. Everything comes to a halt when you give me the signal.”
She then said, “I asked Debbie if she would like to have Lin spend the night on Saturday and she said yes.”
Lin is the name (fictional) of our adopted 3 year old daughter. Debbie is Michelle’s sister.
“So? What? Are you saying you’d like to do it this Saturday?”
“You have to promise me that Warren will not know that I agreed to it, that it was all your idea. That is my only stipulation.”
“Holy fuck,” I said.
With the slightest smile she said, “I know, I can’t believe I am agreeing to this. But if it’s your turn on, I think I can handle it. But please don’t be upset if I don’t have the nerve to go through with it when the time comes.”
Without saying a word, I walked over to her and took the remote from her. I shut the TV off and picked her up, carrying her to our bedroom. We fucked like rabbits. I fucked her to three orgasms. I had her on the bed, up against the wall, and bent over her dresser before I finally came. We ended up in the shower for another fuck before collapsing, exhausted as the hot water rained down on us. We laid there until the hot water heater was emptied and the cold water finally caused us to get up off the shower floor.
The next morning I asked her if she was sure about Saturday night.
“If you are,” she answered.
I kissed her and told her I loved her before getting out of bed to get in the shower. I kissed her again before leaving for work.
Upon my arrival at work, I thought about how to make this happen. I called her a few hours later.
“I’m going to tell Warren to come over and watch the Phillies game on Saturday night. They’re in LA and the game starts at 10:00pm.”
Warren had lived in Philadelphia for 10 years and is a huge Phillies fan, I have to hear about their 2008 championship non-stop. He bugs me every now and then to come watch them at our house because I’ve got MLB live and can watch any game being played.
“And what,” she said, “You’re going to just bring him in and…. How do you plan on explaining what we’re doing?”
“I’m going to act like I forgot he was coming over and then just bring him in to the bedroom.”
“You’re just going to bring him in?”
“Yeah, I’ll just act like I forgot he was coming and then be like…” I paused, “…don’t worry, I’ll make it seem all innocent. It’ll be fine. It’ll all seem up and up, as though I just came up with the idea.”
“Okay,” she responded. “You just can’t let him know I agreed to this. I would just die if he knew.”
When I hung up the phone, my dick was as hard. In fact, it had been hard for the previous 3 hours thinking about this coming Saturday night.
The more I thought about it, the more perverted my mind wandered. First off, I needed some sort of restraints. I had other things in mind also. After a quick web search I found a place about 15 miles from my work. On Friday, I left work for a while and visited the store. I picked up a restraint system, a silk blindfold and nipple clamps, something we’ve never used, but she likes me to give her nipples plenty of attention. I looked around the shop but couldn’t really come up with any other ideas. I mean, within reason, we never have really used sex toys, so I didn’t want to freak her out.
When I got back to the office, I called Warren and shot the shit with him. I started talking baseball with him. Then I suggested coming over to watch the game on Saturday night. My heart pounded hard with his reply.
“That’ll be cool. Brian is in town, it will give us something to do.”
Damn, I thought. That just fucked things up. Brian is his brother that lives in Texas. He moved down there when Comerica Bank moved their headquarters from Detroit to Dallas in 2007. Brian had gotten married last summer and they were expecting their first child at the end of this summer.
“Yeah, that’ll be okay. Of course.”
We hung up and I was totally bummed. The reason Michelle was going through with this was because she trusted Warren completely. He’s our best friend.
I thought about it for a while longer and then came to the decision that I was still going to go through with this, but not tell Michelle. Part of the thrill was after all was her getting into a predicament and being a bit reluctant. Plus, if she completely objected, there was always the safe word that she could bring everything to a halt.
I called Warren back and said I had forgotten that we had dinner plans and wouldn’t get home until around 9:45pm and to show up at about 10:00, since the game started at 10:10 ET. Warren is one of those baseball fans that has to see the entire game. He never likes joining a game late, he wants to see it from the first pitch. So I knew he’d be there between 10:00 and 10:10pm.
The plan was in motion.
Saturday morning started out normal enough. We had just woken up in bed. All she said was, “I’m nervous about tonight.”
“I understand,” was my response but never offered her the option of backing out.
“Would you be upset if we did it another time?”
“Not upset,” I answered, “but bummed out.” I then went on to explain that Lin was going to be gone to her sisters, Warren was coming over and things were all set, and that we might not get another chance any time soon. Lastly, I reminded her, “Michelle, you can back out at any time,” in reference to our idea of a safe word.
“Right,” she half smiled. “I’m still pretty nervous though.”
I hugged her.
We got up and got ready for our day. We took Lin to the park and then went to Debbie’s house around 2:00 pm. Debbie and Michelle went to have their nails done and grab a bite to eat while Lin and I played in Debbie’s back yard. She has no kids, or husband for that matter, but she had bought the house and the previous resident had left a play set behind. Michelle and Debbie returned about 4:00. We sat and chatted with Debbie for a bit and got back to our house about 5:00. Michelle took a 2 hour nap. When she awoke, she took a shower. I asked to join her but she denied me.
I was as nervous as she was now, not so much about Warren. I was more worried about Brian being there.
It was T-minus 2 hours when she came out of the bathroom. Wow, did she look fantastic. Her hair was blown dry and she even curled it a bit like she does when she gets
dressed up. She had on the tiniest bit of makeup. She wore her robe. Beneath it some lacy black underwear and bra, a favorite of mine.
“What’s the safe word,” she asked.
I had previously thought about it. “Whenever my mom used to get mad at me, she’d use my first and middle name. Why don’t we use that?”
“Okay,” she said. “And you promise that everything stops right then?”
“Of course I promise, babe.”
While she was in the shower I had prepared some cheese, crackers and wine. Her favorite evening snack and drink. We sat and talked – not about the night, but just normal talk about our week and what Lin has been learning. Her English has improved so remarkably. During the next hour and a half, Michelle had quite a few glasses of wine. She requested a final glass and said it would take the edge off.
At 9:45, I suggested we go into the bedroom. We went into our room and she said she needed to go pee. She went into the bathroom. While she was in there, I got out the restraint system and attached it to the corners of the bed. When she came out, she didn’t even bother to ask where I had gotten it, she just stared at it for a moment as I adjusted the lengths. We peeled back the bed spread and folded back the top sheet. I looked at the clock. It was 9:52. I walked over to her and kissed her. She kissed me back and said, “I love you.” We separated our bodies and she loosened the robe and I helped her take it off. I laid the robe on the chair in the corner.
“Should I take these off now?” she asked, referring to the bra and panties.
“Yes, or else we won’t be able to take them off of you.”
She gave a nervous laugh. “We,” she said, referring to Warren and I. “Are we really doing this?”
“I am so hard right now.”
She gave a nervous laugh again and said, “I’d really like to leave them on. I’ll be able to be covered up just that much longer.”
“Okay, but we won’t be able to…”
She interrupted me. “I already thought about it. I thought…,” she paused. “…that maybe you’d like to cut them off me.”
My heart started pounding so hard, I swear she could have heard it if she listened. “You are not serious, babe.”
She nodded. “I’ve read your stories. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Holy shit Michelle. Um, yes. And you are the sexiest woman ever and I just want to…”
“Save it,” she said as she got on the bed.
Her eyes never left mine as I restrained her to the bed. It took a bit to get the lengths just right. Her arms were outstretched to each side of the headboard with a bit of slack. Her legs stretched out to each side of the foot board. I imagined what she would look like with the bra and panties removed. Then I pulled the top sheet up and over her body so that just the tips of her shoulder showed. My heart beat fast in my chest. I kissed her softly on the lips.
“What’s the safe word,” I asked.
“Joseph David,” she answered. “I promise you, I’ll try my hardest not to say it.”
I smiled at her, then I thought of the surprise she didn’t know about. Brian, Warren’s brother being present. I believed she’d say the safe word upon seeing him. I was starting to feel guilty of what I was about to do.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked, referring to the restraints.
“Yes,” she said, “The wine has helped settle my nerves quite a bit.”
I looked at the clock. It was 10:00.
I walked over to my closet and quickly stripped down to my underwear and proceeded to put on some running shorts that double as my around the house pajamas. I put on a Detroit Lion’s t-shirt that serves the same purpose. The doorbell rang.
I looked at Michelle.
Her eyes were opened wide as she looked back at me. “Oh my God, Joe.”
“Everything still cool?”
She nodded. “Come here and give me a kiss please.”
I walked over and sat beside her on the bed. “I love you,” I said, as I leaned in to kiss her.
One last chance to allow her to back out. “You’re positive?” Now I was the one that was nervous.
The doorbell rang again.
She nodded. “Go get the door.”
“I’m pretending I forgot he was coming. Let him wait for a bit. He’ll call my cell phone in a minute, I’ll bet. A few lights are on in the house so he knows we’re here.”
“Remember that time on the boat,” she began.
I nodded. “I was just thinking about it yesterday.” I stared at her not knowing what else to say.
“If,” she began nervously before pausing for a moment, “If you decide to let him have sex with me and I don’t back out. I mean, if we do go that far, I want you in my mouth at the same time, too. I thought you might like that. It seems to be a favorite of yours in your stories.”
“It is,” I agreed. My heart was pounding so fast I was thinking I might have a heart attack. I swear to God.
The doorbell rang again.
“I love you,” I said as I stood up.
“I love you, too.”
(Continued)