It was our fifth anniversary and I had no idea what to get you. I’m not sure if you know it, but I’ve always felt guilty about my lack of interest in sex, by my fear of it, and, most especially, by my constant inattention to your needs and rejection of your advances. So I decided to give you that gift certificate; to give you me for the vacation we’d already planned.
I thought you’d be thrilled, and your eyes initially lit up when you saw it; “Dearest husband, Thank you for the five best years of my life. In order to repay some of the joy you’ve given me, I offer myself to you completely on our next vacation. They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so what better place for this gift. Whatever you desires, I will do my utmost to fulfill them”.
But then I saw guilt, and you said you couldn’t accept such a gift. I insisted, and you claimed, “You don’t know me as completely as you think, Lisa. There’s a side of me that I keep hidden, pushed deep down below the surface. And your offer…well it’s like blood in the water for a hungry shark. I don’t want to show you that side of me.”
You frightenened me with those words, honey. And you’ve frightened me any number of times since with your thinly veiled and disturbing hints. Yet, I insisted every time that I would be yours this week, exactly as offered, open to any of your desires. I insisted until you finally stopped arguing with me. I could tell when you finally resigned yourself. Your face showed fear, and guilt then, as it does now, Jake. And that frightened me too, honey.
But, there was arousal there too, honey, as there is now. And that similarly arouses me. And now we’re on the second floor of a seemingly abandoned warehouse. You’ve dressed me like this and I can’t believe how my heart is racing. And…and I’m….I’m wet, sweetie.
You’ve got me dressed like this, and there’s a brand new kingsize mattress laying on the floor just ten feet away. I can hear the sounds of feet on the metal stairway. And the drunken laughter of at least a half-dozen men.
They’re going to come through that door any second now aren’t they? Ten men from the internet? Each of them with a cock more than twice as long as yours? And thicker, too? Oh, ….Jake…this is so, so bad.
No, I wasn’t talking about you, and no I’m not going to back out. You, and they, are going to turn me into a slut. And…oh, honey…I…I can’t believe this….I’m so wet, it’s running down my inner thigh, Jake. I’m so bad, honey. You’re goody-goody wife wants to be a slut.
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